I just saw the simmons alphabet and omg,, ur minddd the mental imagesss aaaa 😻
would u do grif next maybe pretty please 🙏 oh how I adore that man
OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG.
Thank you so much for the ask! Grif was one of my first faves when I started RvB so getting to do this was an absolute delight. I really hope you enjoy it!
GRIF NSFW ALPHABET
WARNINGS! Mentions of sex in a Warthog, foodplay, Grif being... Grif. Enjoy!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Post sex smokes are a thing for him. But he really doesn’t give much of a shit about the mess- honestly he kind of digs seeing you messy because of him. He’s in no hurry to clean up but he’ll offer a smoke, maybe a snack- if you want water you’re gonna have to get that cause he doesn’t have water in the immediate area. Of course if you don’t like smoke you two can just snack together too.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Your tits. Oh, he loves your chest. They are the best pillow for him if you’re napping together. Any part of your body he can use as a pillow is automatically a favorite so if it isn’t your chest it’s probably your thighs or something. He’d suffocate himself there if he could.
On him? We all know he hears a lot of shit about his physique but I think he likes his arms a fair bit. Grif is a lot stronger than others give him credit for- so definitely his arms. They don’t give out a lot like his legs do.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)
Grif doesn’t care where he cums on you. Inside, outside… most of the time if you want him to pull out you gotta pull off unless it’s the rare occasion that he’s on top. But he does like seeing you messy so it kind of works out either way. As for his cum- it’s just as thick as him. I’m talking globs. He doesn’t cum a huge amount, a fairly decent amount, but it’s kind of got the texture of like… brownie batter? It doesn’t have the decency to taste like brownie batter though smh
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’ll steal your underwear to jerk off with. Grif’s known to filch stuff from others so if your underwear starts to mysteriously disappear then there’s only person doing it. Sure, he’ll try to throw it in your dirty laundry later but he won’t admit he wrapped it around his dick while getting off to the thought of you.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Grif is definitely more experienced than some of the other people on Red team. He knows what he likes, he can figure out what you like easy after the first three or four minutes of rolling around in the sheets. He’s smarter than he lets on so the first time will be more satisfactory than what some other people might think.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Mating press. You’d think he prefers you on top doing the work and yeah, it’s appealing to Grif, but he likes the image of you spread out under him. Knees up to your chest? Flustered? He has all the room he needs to fuck into you at whatever pace he wants? He’s a big fan of the mating press. Doggy is a close second because he can palm your ass while you two get down and dirty but yeah.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s down to be silly in bed off the bat. Grif will crack stupid jokes and stuff while the two of you are getting things dirty- it’s not that he’s trying to ruin the mood but he likes a little laughter in bed I think.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Honey it’s a mess. It’s a jungle. He doesn’t really groom much so he’s got a full bush on that monster. In a sense Grif is proud of it. He likes things a little more natural. His own hair is long enough to pull into buns and stuff- he jokes about if it’s possible to put his downstairs hair into a bun too. This is probably when you lovingly have to smack him with a pillow.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
He likes pressing his forehead against his partner’s for intimacy. Comingled breaths while he works on fucking you open on his fingers or cock. He isn’t so good at words intimacy wise so he’s better with actions here. Stuff like letting you grip his hand or hold onto him- it’s definitely more Grif’s style.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He masturbates a lot. If he’s not busy with Simmons, busy because of Sarge’s bullshit or too wired to nap then he’s probably holed up in his bunk jerking off or smoking. Or both at the same time. He would get high and then jerk it while thinking of you but he insists the high makes the orgasm better.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Oh. Foodplay. Combining sex and food? Yes. It’s so up his alley. Just drizzle yourself in caramel or chocolate syrup and watch him go wild. You WILL be covered in hickies after but it’s worth it.
Mutual masturbation is also something he’d also be into. It’s a lot less work than actual sex but it still finishes (you both finish) all the same. He’ll even help you if you want but he likes leaning back to watch you work yourself.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Beds are typical but… kind of boring honestly? He loves his bed, don’t get him wrong, but sometimes he wants to get a little weird with things for the sake of spicing things up and that’s usually by doing it in random places.
Let him fuck you in the Warthog. Just let him do it there. That’s number one on his list of places to bang you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Grif is a man of simple means. You could bend over in front of him and he’d be into that. What he really likes is seeing you wear his color though. Peeks of orange? Yes. It helps if you come to him with wanting to do this because he doesn’t get the urge too often but if you have the itch honey he’ll gladly help.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that’s too much work. Or roleplaying maybe? He doesn’t want too much to do with pretending to listen to authority figures…
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Brother is a munch for sure. Sit on his face- let him go for it. Guaranteed that he will spend a good few hours there if you let him just making you cum on his tongue before you even get to the main event. Grif treats you like melting ice cream- maybe that’s what he’s picturing in his head when he does it but he’s pretty adept with his tongue. 69? Even better. He does like cumming all over you.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I think that he leans more toward firm and slow than fast or rough. Honestly any position where he can control the pace really works for him
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
If it’s quick and not too troublesome then yeah he’s hella down with quickies.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Well… he’s almost had sex with you on the roof of the Red base so I think he’s game for risks personally. Experimenting maybe but if you two can do something to potentially piss off Sarge he’s down to try it.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
What Grif makes up for by being strong,,, he lacks in stamina. He isn’t a stallion that’s gonna go all night but he will try to make it good and do things if he can’t get himself up to bat.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Yes. YES. All he has to do is sit back and press a remote to help you get worked up/get off? Yes yes yes. He’s a big fan of vibrators and toys to get the job done when he can’t. You two can browse for stuff together using Simmons computer.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
If you give him control of your vibrators he will tease you a lot. All he has to do is press a button, change a setting and he can have you squirming. It’s great. He really likes doing it during briefs or meetings on days he knows you’ve got one on you. Again, if it pisses Sarge off too then he’s more than happy to tease you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Grif is not that loud in bed. There’s some dirty talk, some praise or teasing comments- or he tells you what to do but his moans are pretty quiet. Sometimes if he cums hard enough his grunts get a little loud but otherwise he’s low volume.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
When some of his parts got replaced with bits of Simmons’ body, it took a lot of testing with his new arm to work the motions of his fingers on you. He might be sleepy a lot of the time but he devoted time to watching you fall apart on those new fingers and Grif would be lying if he didn’t wonder if you’d moan louder if Simmons was in bed with the both of you doing it.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Five inches. Five incredibly thick ass inches of cock. He doesn’t have a lot of length but his thickness is like… a bottle of ICE sparkling water if you need a visual. Those skinny sparkling water drinks. Your fingertips struggle to touch and you need a lot of prep but thankfully he’s good with his fingers and mouth to prep you for Grif Jr.
Yes, he would call it Grif Jr.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His libido isn’t that high. You’re looking at maybe once or twice a week but more often than not it’s just the one time. BUT- he does make it good.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He can and has passed out immediately after sex. I’m talking like you’ve pulled off and it was the good good kind… yeah he’s out like a light maybe ten seconds later. The cuddles though? 10/10 congrats you have a human sized plushie.
Hi! Can i have prompt 21 from fluff/humor category? I have this idea about Grif being jealous of fem!RedTeam!reader friendship with Bitters. Like they get on very well and Bitters might even have some crush on reader, but Grif have unspoken feelings for her too and that is making him jealous and upset.
Gosh, I hope it doesnt sound weird.
Thanks for your works!!!
prompt: “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”
pairing: grif x redteam!reader, slight bitters x reader
summary: ever since you’ve been recruited into the new republic to save the rest of your team, you’ve gotten awfully close to bitters. grif doesn’t approve of the new friendship you two have made.
warnings: fem!reader, swearing, mutual pinning, tucker not being able to read the room, terrible communication skills!!!, all lowercase
word count: 1.2k (short but sweet!)
notes: thank you so much for the request!! it really means a lot <3 not my best work but i enjoyed making it nonetheless! let me know what you guys think :)
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“simmons, i’m telling you, she’s basically in love with him! she hasn’t left his side since he treated her to the dining hall!”
“grif, the food is free here. he wasn’t paying for anything.”
“maybe she likes cheap guys! i’m cheap! i could take her to the dining hall and we’d have a great time!”
“i think we need to re-evaluate your idea of a good time with a woman…”
the sound of their conversation travels through the cave as they make their way to the training grounds, supposedly to give their ‘orders’ to the new team they had to look after.
tucker, caboose, and the other lieutenants are already there once they arrive.
you and bitters arrive shortly after, walking side by side. you’re laughing at something he’s saying, and grif’s scowl deepens.
“see simmons? in love.”
you see grif as you walk closer to the group and brighten instantly. “grif! god, do i have a story for you! you wouldn’t believe what bitters just told me!”
simmons cringes inwardly when he sees grif tense.
maybe this was a bigger issue than he thought.
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“–and then wash came in! you should’ve seen his reaction!”
“uh huh.”
“god it was so funny!”
“i bet.”
“and then bitters–”
“yeah okay, i get it. he’s funny. is that all?”
you give him a confused smile. “uh..what?”
“i just don’t see why you have to talk about him all the time! it’s not like we see him every day!” you’re left shocked as he continues, “if he’s so funny, just go hang out with him instead!”
“grif wait-”
before you can even get another word in, he’s storming out of the building to god knows where.
probably the mess hall.
“…the fuck is his problem?”
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“and then he just stormed out! can you believe it?” you’re seated on the floor of the training ground, having just finished an intense drill led by wash.
“what’s up with him?” bitter replies, seated next to you.
“i wonder if i did anything to make him mad? we’ve always been on good terms… what could’ve set him off?” you lean back on your hands, looking up at the ceiling, “i did eat some of his food at the mess hall a few days ago.. maybe that’s it?”
“could be,” he feeds, sounding uninterested in the topic.
“but we always share, that can’t be it!”
“does it really matter?”
you turn to him, a small frown on your face, “what do you mean? of course it matters!”
“i mean, do you really think he’s going to stay mad at you? he’s too lazy to hold a grudge.” bitters looks at you with a small smirk, “plus, you have me. isn’t that enough?” he sounds a bit nervous.
“yeah… i guess you’re right. hopefully he gets over whatever he’s mad at soon.”
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“dude, what the fuck is his problem?” tucker is sitting next to simmons, watching grif stare daggers into the back of bitters head as you and him laugh at another table in the mess hall.
“he thinks she likes bitters. i’m trying to tell him he’s imagining things.” simmons sighs and takes another scoop of food. he's been dealing with this all weak, he needs a break.
“what? no way, she does not have the hots for bitters, of all people.”
grif perks up, looking at tucker, “why? did she say something?”
“what? no, it’s obvious. come on guys, it’s bitters. he’s lazy, boring, and never does anything he’s asked!”
“…”
“…”
“w-what? why are you guys staring at me like that? am i wrong?” all grif does is groan, turning his head to stare at you again.
“nice job, idiot.” simmons mutters.
“okay, not my fault,” tucker puts his hands up defensively, “but still, she totally doesn’t like him. i know when a chick likes a guy, trust me.”
“how can you even tell?”
tucker starts to list examples off on his hand, “if she likes him, she’ll spend all her time with him, find everything he says funny, and probably share intimate details about herself with him.” as he speaks, your laugh is heard again.
grif abruptly stands up, walking over to where you’re seated.
“…”
“…”
“i’m glad i’ve never had to ask you for any advice.”
“shut up.”
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your gaze has secretly been set on grif the whole time, perking up when he stands and walks over to you. he stops on the opposite side of the table, a look of determination in his eyes.
“grif! what’s up? everything okay?”
“can we talk?” he pushes out, his fingers twitching slightly.
“uh yeah! of course!” when you make no move to get up, he narrows his eyes at bitters.
“alone.”
bitters lets out a small scoff, frowning. you’re confused as you stand up, following grif out of the mess hall, waving to tucker and simmons on the way out.
tucker gives a mock salute and simmons mouths ‘good luck’.
what’s their deal?
you follow grif out as he leads you to the side of the building, turning on his heel and facing you. it’s silent for a moment.
he takes a deep breath, before talking, “i’m sorry i’ve been… avoiding you lately. i’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind and i haven’t been the best… friend to you.”
you smile, just happy that he’s talking to you again. “it’s okay. did anything happen? i was worried i did something.”
he gulps before continuing, “seeing you hanging out with bitters all of the time, doing stuff we always do, made me a bit upset, i guess. i didn’t–don’t– like seeing you with him.”
your head tilts, not picking up on the cue he was giving you. you chuckle softly, “what, are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”
“yes.”
“i–oh– what?” your tongue twists, you feel the tips of your ears burn.
“i’m saying i like you, and i hate seeing you with bitters. he’s trying to take you away from me.”
your mouth gapes open, completely shocked from the turn of events, “you… like me?”
“since the first time we convinced simmons his non-existent cat died.”
you’re left standing there speechless, your mouth twitching before it breaks out into a huge smile, “seriously?”
“look, if you like bitters, i won’t get mad. i just need to have a long talk with hi– oomph!” he’s cut off when your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, crushing him in a hug.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear that!”
“i-what?” he’s the one left speechless now as you let go, staring deeply into his eyes.
“i like you too! i have for a while.”
grif freezes, staring at you in shock, “r-really? you aren’t messing with me?”
you give a confused smile, “messing with you? are you kidding? i was so scared that i was being too obvious around you! don’t even get me started on tucker’s advice–”
his lips smash against yours, hands coming up to rest on your jaw. your eyes widen, but you get over your shock quickly as you kiss him back slowly. it’s clumsy and awkward, teeth clashing and accidental nose bumping. it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.
slowly, as if not wanting to, your lips part from each other. his eyes flutter to yours, a nervous smile stretching on his face.
“to make up for lost time… how about we skip training and head back to your room? i found out where these guys store their emergency rations.”
you press your lips against his, smiling through the kiss. you pull away, winking, “i’ll go distract kimball.”
Author Note: Ironically, this was written at 2 am during one of my multiple mental breakdowns.
Prompt/s: #23 I don’t care that it’s 2 am, we need pie.
Lately you had become the resident chef for Red Team since Lopez still insisted on serving motor oil for breakfast. Your newfound cooking skills amazed your team when you decided to try your luck in the kitchen and you managed to cook something that reminded the boys of home and was better than the military rations.
Cooking could be exhausting, though, if it were not that Donut also lent you a hand, but you still had to deal with Grif.
Now, you wanted to punch him in the face as hard as you could when you felt him poking at your sides, trying to get you to wake up while calling your name.
“Grif…” You groaned, covering yourself with the bedsheets. “Its 2 am, fuck off.”
“I don’t care that it’s 2 am, we need pie.” Grif whined, now shaking your body insistently until you had to sit up to turn up the light of your room.
“Why do you want pie?” You asked, rubbing your eyes to try and scare the tiredness away.
“I’m hungry, duh.”
“Donut made cookies last night.”
“He gave half of the batch to Blue gang, I ate the rest. I want pie.”
Dragging yourself out of the bed with a loud sigh, you asked, “Should I be worried this is an alien baby pregnancy induced craving?”
“Ew”
You and Grif headed straight to the kitchen, dragging your feet you felt like you could barely stand up.
The lights flickered and you shut your eyes tight at the brightness and the sudden loud voices ringing in your ear.
“Happy birthday!” They screamed.
When you opened your eyes you could see that all of your friends were there, Lopez was the one holding a…decent looking cake.
“It’s two in the morning.” You said with a straight face, thinking about just turning on your heels and go back to sleep or to give in despite it was so early.
“It’s not; we hacked your data-pad and deactivated all alarms.” Simmons smiled at you, showing you the screen of his own data-pad that it was actually late in the morning.
“Wait, who made the cake? Please tell me it doesn’t have moldy bread and motor oil ganache.”
“De hecho, estúpido Grif lo hizo. Hizo explotar horno estúpidamente.”
At Lopez words, Donut let out a sentimental sob, “Lopez speeches always make me want to cry.”
With a sigh, you let your heart overflow, deciding it was best to smile and punch Grif in the face later. You relaxed and thanked your teammates for the surprise as you all moved to gather on the table.
Grif took a seat next to you.
“I’m surprised you actually made this.” You chuckled, watching as Donut cut the cake in perfect pieces while still trying to ignore the burnt smell lingering in the air.
“It actually took a lot of trial and error and burning the oven, so you better enjoy it.” He laid his heavy hand over your head, ruffling your already messy bedhead and gifting you a small smile from his lips.
“If not you’ll have me on your back for waking me up like that and Lopez too for messing with the oven.”
A/N: I’ve been watching a lot of Red Vs Blue lately and Grif somehow became one of my favorite characters so I figured I write something for him. Takes place during season 15.
Summary: The reader has been working with the reds and blues ever since they were back at Blood Gulch and needless to say it’s been a long, frustrating, and fucking weird journey but you wouldn’t have it any other way. So when the opportunity to have a break after freeing an entire planet from the control of the Chairman and his mercenaries for hire, along with stopping an entire civil war, you and a certain orange soldier immediately jumped on the opportunity. And things were going great it was a whole year full of rest and relaxation and you couldn’t have been happier or more bored, which is why when Dylan showed up with a message saying Church was alive you eagerly agreed with the others on going to find him well almost everyone.
“Grif! Grif! Are you over here?!” You shouted as you walked down the beach towards your friends usual resting spot on the beach. Your answer was an annoyed groan and the man’s head popping up from behind a rock a sight that caused you to stop and raise an eyebrow at him.
“What do you want?!” Grif shouted back dragging himself up into a better sitting position so that you could at least see his armored shoulders.
“Nothin I just wanted to see what you were doing.” You stated as you hopped on top of the rock sitting down cross-legged and leaning forward so that your elbows were resting on your knees and you were looking down at Grif. He squinted up at you the sun blinding him slightly but mainly being blocked out by your head.
“(Y/N) we’re on vacation for the first time in our lives and that means two things one that Sarge can’t boss me around and two that we don’t have to do any work so what the hell did you think I was doing?” Grif responded and you smiled down at him.
“Do you really want me to answer that? Because there’s a number of things you could have been doing especially behind this rock.” You pointed out and it took Grif a second to process what you’d said and when he did a bright red blush spread across his cheeks that made you giggle.
“Oh, my gods! You just as bad as Tucker!” Grif shouted reaching up to smack at you and you giggled easily dodging the hand he attempted to smack you with, a smile on his face.
“Hey! I’m just calling it as I see it and right now all I see is you behind a rock by yourself, what exactly did you expect me to think?” You asked him mimicking his words from earlier which caused him to roll his eyes but the smile never left his face.
“Alright smartass I get it, now are you going to stay on that rock or are you going to come down here and join me?” Grif asked and you smiled as you stood up and hoped down from the rock landing next to him barely disturbing the sand as you landed and then plopped down next to him. Kicking your feet up you crossed your hands behind your head and stared up at the sky a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you just laid there in the warm sand. The silence lasted for a couple of minutes before Grif finally spoke up.
“So what was the real reason that you were looking for me anyway?” Grif asked and you were silent for a couple of seconds before sighing as you sat up loosely wrapping your arms around your knees as you looked out at the ocean.
“In all honesty, I’m just bored.” You told him and Grif’s brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.
“You’re bored so you came to find me? I’m sure the others are doing something far more exciting than laying here in the sand.” Grif commented and you sighed again looking up at the sky in mild frustration.
“I’m sure they are too but I don’t know, knowing that I still feel bored. Don’t get me wrong I went to check out what they were doing but I still felt bored just standing there watching them hell I didn’t even think participating sounded fun!” You paused sighing as you ran your fingers through your hair before continuing. “I don’t know maybe I’m broken or something.” You said with a shrug, wrapping your arms around your knees. Grif was silent for a couple of seconds watching you as you stared out at the ocean stretching out in front of you for miles before finally sitting up crossing his legs, he didn’t look at you though instead he started out ahead.
“I wouldn’t say that you’re broken (Y/N) everyone gets bored every now and again, I’m sure the feeling will pass eventually,” Grif said you frowned as you looked at the ocean. You were silent for a moment trying to think of what to say because if you were being honest this boredom had been going on for a while now and no matter what you did you just couldn’t shake the feeling of boredom. Even with the other Reds and Blues doing their usual antics didn’t interest you and you were starting to worry that maybe what you needed was to go on another adventure with the guys. The reason that scared you so much was that you didn’t really want to go on an adventure you wanted to be here, you wanted to stay on this moon, you wanted to stay right here on this beach with Grif and not take orders from Sarge or Washington.
“What if it doesn’t?” You asked him as you wrapped your arms around your legs as you rested your head on top of your knees. You jerked at the sudden weight on your shoulders, looking towards Grif to see that he had wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“Relax you’ll be fine, just give it a couple of weeks.” He said giving you a reassuring smile as he pulled you into his side your armor thumping metallically against his and you smiled laying your head on his shoulder.
“Thanks, Grif.” You said still smiling as you watched the water lap lazily at the shore. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you just sat there on the beach listening to the distant screaming of the guys as they did whatever insane stunt they were doing right now though by the sounds of it seemed like Caboose was the one causing the most trouble. You chuckled slightly when you heard Wash’s cry of either terror or anger echoing all the way down to the beach, Grif laughing right along with you. The moment was broken by a small shiny light appearing in the distance, you squinted at the light standing up from Grif’s hold shielding your eyes and trying to get a better look at whatever was in the distance.
“What the hell is that?” You asked causing Grif to look towards the sky with you.
“What are you looking at?” Grif asked and you pointed towards the light which was steadily getting bigger the closer it got.
“That, what the hell is that?” You stated and Grif stood up shielding his eyes with his own hand as he looked where you were pointing. His eyes widened when he saw the shiny dot you had been talking about and the two of you stood there in utter confusion watching as the dot got bigger until the two of you could finally make out what it was.
“Oh my god, that’s a spaceship. Why is a spaceship coming towards us? Why the fuck is there a spaceship?!” Grif shouted in near hysterics.
“Doesn’t matter come on we better get back up there with the others before that ship touches down.” You said as you grabbed a hold of Grif’s hand and began dragging him towards the natural steps leading back up to the bases you guys were staying in.
“Alright! Alright, I’m coming!” Grif shouted as he pulled his hand free shoving his helmet back on and following you up the cliff.
As it would turn out that spaceship hadn’t been carrying anyone intent on hurting the reds and blues, for fucking once, but it had been carrying an entirely different load of problems. Said problems came in the form of a Reporter and her cameraman and the news that they had brought with them, news that meant a number of things and you had mixed feelings about all of it. The news that they had brought with them was the news of another group of reds and blues out there pretending to be you guys and causing a shit load of trouble for the UNSC. Then there was the bombshell to end all bombshells. Along with the news you guys were all now wanted criminals it also turned out that Church was alive, again, and he needed your guys to help and it was that information where your mixed feelings really came in to play. On one hand, you wanted to go save Church, you knew you guys should go save Church and dare you to think if you were also excited about the idea of going on another adventure. On the other hand, though you didn’t want to, you didn’t want to go save Church, you didn’t want to deal with his problems again, you didn’t want to risk your life for an AI that barely managed to tolerate any of you. Despite all of that though you found yourself agreeing to go along with everyone, to help them save Church which is also why you were currently standing outside in between Lopez and Simmons only half paying attention to what Sarge was saying.
“That’s a good point, Lopez, where is Grif?” At the mention of Grif’s name, you were snapped out of your thoughts blinking a couple of times and looking around, your brow furrowed in confusion when you didn’t see him.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since the meeting. (Y/N) have you seen him?” Simmons asked looking over at you and you shook your head.
“No, I haven’t seen him since the meeting either.” You responded. Your gut twisted uncomfortably as a heavy feeling settled in your gut and you surrounded the area, it was like Grif to wander off but it was unlike you not to see where he went.
“I know what’s happening! He’s been captured by the Whites! This. Means. War.” Sarge stated completely serious and you sighed looking down at the ground, now you were incredibly glad you hadn’t really been paying attention to what Sarge had been saying.
“Sarge I really don’t think Grif was captured by the Whites.” You told him but he ignored you turning around to face where the blues were standing talking to Dylan and Jax.
“Nonsense (Y/L/N)! Of course, those Whites would capture Grif those conniving devils! Follow me, men!” Sarge shouted as he ran down the hill towards the blues and Dylan and Jax. You and Simmons both sighed heavily while Lopez muttered something in Spanish that neither of you could understand before you and Simmons ran after Sarge.
“Back off, missy! We know you have Grif! Give him back or I start shootin’!” Sarge shouted as he raised his shotgun and pointed it at Dylan and once again you sighed heavily reaching up and hitting your palm against your helmet.
“Sarge for the last time she doesn’t have Grif!” You shouted at him but your words went unheard by Sarge once again and you dropped your head back looking up at the sky as you shook your head listening to the others confirm what you’d already told him. You cared about Sarge you really did but sometimes… ok, a lot of times you were left wondering how the man hadn’t gotten himself killed yet with his stupidity, then again with the track record all of you had even if he did get killed he’d probably come back to life.
“Great. Just great. Now we’ve gotta find Grif, we don’t have time for this!” Tucker complained and your head snapped up to level a glare at him.
“If this was one of your teammates I’m sure you wouldn’t be complaining about having to look for him.” You grumbled just barely loud enough for Simmons to hear and you could feel him send a look your way but you ignored it as you attempt to make Tucker spontaneously combust.
“I agree, let’s pack up and prepare to move out, I’m sure he’ll turn up,” Washington said, at the last bit he looked over at you from where you were standing next to Simmons and you muttered a couple things under your breath but stopped staring at Tucker. He was right Grif would probably turn up in the end, he always did, but that didn’t mean you felt any better about not knowing where he was.
“Right.” You agreed with him and Wash nodded.
“I’ll go check the pantry,” Simmons said as he turned to walk towards the bases with everyone else and you nodded.
“I’ll check the beach.” You told him turning and walking in the opposite direction, it wouldn’t hurt to look for him a little bit before packing after all.
~Elsewhere~
“And you’re sure you saw him go in?” Dylan asked Jax as she looked away from the cave entrance and towards her cameraman who nodded his head.
“Yeah! He was acting just like Gollum, he was all mutter and crawly…” Jax trailed off when Dylan looked back at the cave a quick moment of silence fell over the two of them as Dylan thought of what to do.
“Ok, you stay here I’m going to go in and see if I can talk the cat out of the tree,” Dylan said already walking towards the cave.
“Wait! You don’t want me to come with you and film?” Jax asked and Dylan shook her head.
“No, I doubt he’ll even talk to me but I know for a fact there’s no way he’s going to talk to the two of us besides I don’t think this is a moment he’d want to be filmed anyways. So you just stay here I’ll handle this.” Dylan said turning back around and walking into the cave entrance. For a couple of feet, Dylan walked in silence following the surprisingly narrow tunnel to a slightly larger area and it wasn’t until she noticed an orange figure sitting on the floor with their head against the wall a few feet away that she finally said anything.
“Grif?... Grif?” Dylan asked her voice calm and soft like she was trying not to scare away a timid animal as she slowly walked up to Grif who didn’t look away from the ceiling to look at her.
“Go away,” Grif stated his voice heavy and his tone fed up but serious at the same time. Dylan took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to talk to Grif like she would any other person she was interviewing. Calm, cool, and collected with a hint of concern and caring in her voice she would need all of that if she hoped to figure out what was wrong with Grif and why he wasn’t with the others.
“I just want to talk,” Dylan said her tone calm and confident as she stopped a reasonable distance in front of him.
“Yeah well, I don’t want to talk to you! Or to anyone for that matter! So make like a tree and fuck off!” Grif shouted as he lowered his head to look at Dylan. Dylan could feel the glare he was giving her even through the helmet he was wearing. This was going to be trickery than she thought it would have been.
“I… see you’re upset,” Dylan stated hesitating for a second before continuing making sure to choose her words carefully. “Can I ask you why you’re upset?” She finished and Grif’s glare did not lighten if anything it only worsened as he stood up, picking his gun up from where he’d laid it beside him.
“You! You are why I’m upset! You show up here unannounced and you drop a fucking bomb on us! And then everyone goes springing into action! We are supposed to be done! We are supposed to be retired! I don’t wanna go on another adventure! I don’t wanna listen to Sarge! I don’t wanna get shot at! I don’t want to shoot at other people! I want to relax! I want to chill!!!! I want to sit down and chill and not have to worry about dying every fucking second but thanks to you I can’t do that now can I?!” Grif shouted his words filled with a mix of frustration and anger. Dylan blinked him a couple of times as she calmed her own emotions, she was now extremely glad she’d left Jax outside she’d been yelled at and blamed for things before so she could handle this, this she was used to, but she highly doubted Jax was.
“So what? You just want to leave Church to his fate?” She asked and that seemed to be the wrong thing to ask him because he all but lost it at that.
“FUCK CHURCH! I spent half my life dealing with his shit! His ex-girlfriend! His daddy issues! His resurrections! His bullshit! Why can’t he just stay dead?” Grif’s anger had tapered off towards the end of that and all that was left was hurt mixed with what seemed like desperation. A moment of silence followed suit as Dylan thought of what to say and Grif waited to see what the reporter would do, hoping that she would just end up walking away and leaving him alone.
“You know I’ve spent a lot of time looking at logs, reading transcripts, and talking to eyewitnesses and you want to know what they all say? They all say the same thing about you that you’re the lazy one, the one who doesn’t care…” Dylan paused for second thinking ahead a couple of words.
“Nailed it,” Grif stated when she paused and Dylan scowled at him before continuing.
“And you know what? I think they’re wrong because your actions tell a completely different story. They tell a story of someone who always answers the call, who cares about his friends, who always help them when they need it and is willing to fight for them just the same. But more importantly, they tell the story of someone who’s willing to fight for the greater good. I mean I saw you giving Sarge CPR in the Blood Gulch logs! You saved his life! And you expect me to believe that you actually want Church to stay dead? Admit it Grif you care about your friends just like your sister said.” Dylan finished and there was a beat of silence as the two of them stared at each other and for a moment. Just a moment Dylan had hope that she had changed his mind.
“YOU DON’T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT ME, LADY!!! I HATE EVERYBODY! I HATE SIMMONS!! I HATE SARGE!! I HATE DONUT!! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL, I HATE FUCKING CHURCH!!! SO GO AHEAD AND PRINT THAT IN YOUR FUCKING PAPER!!!” Grif exploded. Anger radiated off of him in waves as he stormed past her.
“What about Private (Y/L/N)?! Do you hate her too?!” Dylan shouted after him as she spun around to face him desperate to get him to stop and actually think about what she had said. Grif stopped mid-stride not bothering to turn around and instead staring straight ahead.
“What did you say?” He asked his tone was almost unreadable now and Dylan gulped fear gripping her fast but she’d crossed worse lines than this and there was no going back now.
“I said what about Private (Y/L/N)? I told you Grif I’ve watched the logs from Blood Gulch you expect me to believe that you really hate her?” Dylan asked and she couldn’t fully tell but she was pretty sure that Grif had tensed up as he continued to refuse to look back at her.
“Yeah well don’t believe everything you see on the internet.” Grif’s tone was still unreadable as he stalked out of the cave leaving Dylan there to wallow in her failure for a couple of seconds before she sighed and walked out of the cave. Jax was still standing there waiting for her when she got out.
“So how’d it go?” Jax asked and she rolled her eyes like he didn’t already know from how Grif had stormed out of the cave.
“Not good. I just hope I didn’t mess anything up for these guys now come on we better be getting back.” Dylan said and she honestly did mean it. For the first time in a long time, she was actually worried that she may have fucked everything up beyond repair.
~Back with the Others~
You were standing in front of two spaceships with the others that unease in your stomach growing worse and worse the closer it got to all of you leaving, of course, it didn’t help that Grif still wasn’t here. Simmons hadn’t found him in the pantry and you hadn’t managed to find him on the beach, you had even checked his room and a few other places before you forced to actually pack for this mission and you still hadn’t found him and now you were just getting more nervous and more and more worried about what had happened to him.
“Alright everyone listen up! We’re going to be splitting up! Attacking this situation from both flanks will generally be easier. Carolina and I will be paying a few visits to some fellow Freelancer alumni to see if we can learn anything meanwhile the rest of you with the help of the press will locate the source of Church’s message. Now enough words, wheels up in 10 and remember-Oh!” Wash cut himself off as he looked to his right all of you doing the same. Immediately the feeling in your stomach and the tension in your body disappeared when you saw Grif walking towards you all.
“Well look who’s finally decided to grace us with his presence!” Wash finished and you rolled your eyes. Wash may have been teasing him but you could tell that he was just as glad as you were that Grif has shown up.
“Great! Everyone’s here we can all leave now.” Tucker said with some relief in his voice but mainly urgency. He was already starting to move to the ship all of you would be taking.
“And where have you been, soldier?!” Sarge shouted moving so that he was standing next to Wash and you moved so that you could actually see Grif who stopped a couple of feet away from the group rather than joining the rest of you. Your brows furrowed at that, usually Grif would come to stand right next to you or at the very least he would go to stand next to Simmons he never kept his distance like this.
“Thinking.” He said after a moment of hesitation and the others all made noises of either disbelief or laughter.
“Oh yeah? About what?” Tucker asked with a scuff.
“About food probably,” Simmons responded and you glared at the both of them, you may have been wearing a helmet but they caught the fact that you were glaring at them and stopped laughing before they could even begin. The two of them looked away from you and refused to look back until you had looked away.
“No. Actually, I was thinking that I quit.” Grif stated and you were frozen as you stared at him blinking a couple of times there was no way that he had just said that, you must have heard him wrong.
“What? Quit what?” Simmons asked and Grif looked at him.
“The military. You. All of you, take your pick, either way, I’m not going, I’m staying.” Grif’s voice was firm and clear as he looked around at all of you his gaze lingering for a couple of seconds on you before moving quickly to someone else.
“What?” You breathed out shock had taken a hold of your body and you found that you couldn’t really move, your brain was moving a mile a second trying to process what it was that was happening.
“You can’t quit! That’s not allowed!” Tucker shouted, your question getting drowned out by his statement.
“Yes, I can. I can do whatever the fuck I want, I’m not in the military anymore you guys don’t get to tell me what to do anymore especially you Sarge.” Grif stated and there was a certain amount of joy to his tone that only seemed to fuel the shock and confused chaos that was your mind as you continued to stare at him.
“But… But what about Church?” Caboose asked his voice tiny and hurt as he looked at Grif.
“Oh my god, can’t you all just let it go already? Church has died and come back more times than I can care to count and it’s starting to get fucking old.” Grif said looking mainly at Caboose when he said it and Caboose looked down at the ground.
“What the fuck dude? Seriously?! You’ve always been selfish but this really takes the fucking cake!” Tucker shouted and Grif turned his attention to him as he was silent for a beat.
“I don’t like you,” Grif stated his voice calm and almost emotionless as he stared directly at Tucker before looking at the rest of you. “Any of you.” He added on. At that, your brain stopped completely everything you had been thinking disappearing instantly and instead being replaced with the words the Grif had just said.
“Listen, guys, we’ve known each other for a long time and I just figured that you should all hear it from me first. I’m done.” Grif said as he turned around and walked off.
You just stood there staring at his retreating figure as your brain continued to replay what Grif had just said, as your brain repeated those three little words that had managed to completely destroy you in a matter of seconds. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest and you couldn’t move, you couldn’t feel anything other than the tightness in your chest and you couldn’t hear anything as you just stood there watching Grif walk away shock and hurt rendering you immobile. Shaking your head you forced yourself to think of something else, you had to do something, you had to get to the bottom of this you couldn’t just let him walk away. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.
“Pssh, who needs him?! Good riddance is what I say!” Tucker shouted after him and that finally snapped you back into action as you started moving forward.
“Tucker!” Wash yelled at him as he hit Tucker watching as you moved forward.
“(Y/N)?” Wash asked his voice gentle as he watched you but you ignored him, walking in the direction that Grif had left in.
“Where the hell are you going?” Tucker asked you.
“I’m going to talk to him.” You responded not bothering to turn around as you kept walking.
“What?! What about Church?!” Tucker shouted after you his voice filled with frustration and disbelief.
“Church waited this long to get a message to us, one more fucking minute isn’t going to hurt him.” You responded your voice making it clear that you weren’t about to be swayed on this topic.
“Which is exactly-” “Enough Tucker. Let her go talk to him.” Sarge interrupted him and Tucker looked at Sarge in shock, that was the first time he was pretty sure that Sarge had ever addressed him by name let alone in such a fatherly tone of voice. Grumbling a couple of things under his breath Tucker turned and walked away from all of them heading to the reporter's spaceships.
“We’ll be waiting for you!” Simmons shouted after you as he turned around and walked away with the others. You ignored them all as you jogged a little to catch up with Grif. You found him standing in the same spot that you had found him this morning. You stopped where you were staring at him for a couple of seconds as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart before walking up to him.
“Grif I-” “Go away (Y/N).” Grif interrupted you before you could say anything else his voice almost emotionless as he stared out at the sea and you stopped walking towards him.
“Grif please I just want to talk to you.” You were having a hard time keeping the pleading out of your voice and keeping your emotions under control as you shifted.
“Yeah well I don’t want to talk to you besides don’t you have a spaceship to board and a dead guy to go save?” he asked and this time there was a bit of hurt to his tone which only seemed to only make the tightness in your chest worse.
“I don’t care about that right now, all I care about right now is you and figuring out what the hell is going on with you right now?” You said and finally, Grif turned to look at you.
“Oh don’t pretend like you actually care.” His words practically slapped you in the face as he glared at you from underneath his helmet.
“I-wha… what? Grif what are you talking about? Of course, I care about you, how can you say that?” The tightness in your chest had gotten worse and now there was an almost nauseous feeling in your stomach as you stared at him your eyes full of hurt.
“Cut the bullshit (Y/L/N)!” Grif shouted suddenly and you flinched taking a step back from him. Having him call you by your last name hurt more than him saying that he didn’t like you ever could.
“Grif, please-” “No! You know I honestly thought that you would get it, that you out of everybody would understand what it was like to be on vacation what it was like to constantly help people who couldn’t care less about you and whether or not you lived or died. I honestly thought that we were on the same page when it came to finally have a vacation.” Grif ranted and you shook your head your eyes stinging with tears of frustration and hurt as you took a step towards him.
“I do Grif, I understand that I really do and we are on the same page we’ve always been on the same page.” You pleaded with him desperate to get him to see that you weren’t the enemy here, that you weren’t trying to hurt him. Desperately trying to figure out what was going on.
“Stop lying to me (Y/L/N)! Do you honestly think that I didn’t see the way your eyes lit up when Tucker and Caboose demanded that we go find and save Church?! How you looked the most excited and interested than you had in weeks?! How you all but tackled Tucker and Caboose in your rush to agree with them?! I may be lazy (Y/L/N) but I’m not fucking stupid! In the end, you’re just like them, all you care about is going on adventures, risking your life for a guy who’s been dead for pretty much a year at this point! We were never on the same page you were just pretending to like me, to enjoy spending time with me while we were on this vacation just so you’d have something to do.” Grif said and you could hear the hurt in his voice. You shook your head again taking a step towards him as a single tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. It hurt that Grif was saying this, that he was using your last name, but what hurt the most was the fact that you knew he was right, not about the using him thing but about the fact that this was the most excited you’d been in weeks. That you had practically jumped on the opportunity to get off this moon. It hurt that he was right about that and that you were all but defenseless to stop it.
“Grif please if you would just… if you would just let me explain.” You pleaded with him but he turned away from you.
“Don’t bother.” His voice had gone back to that emotionlessness before and you hated it. Hated how it didn’t seem like he was feeling anything. Hated how he could say those words like the years of the two of you being together and, the years of trusting and of being there for each other hadn’t even fucking mattered to him.
“Grif, please-” “GO (Y/L/N)!” Grif shouted easily drowning out your weak voice. You flinched again opening your mouth to say something before closing it and turning around.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered before walking away. Tears were falling steadily down your face and your shoulders shook slightly with silent sobs that you were desperately trying to get under control before walking on to the spaceship. You were grateful when no one said anything to you as you walked onto the spaceship and even more thankful when no one questioned you about what happened with Grif instead you moved to the nearest empty seat and remained silent as the spaceship took off. Leaving Grif and the remnants of your heart with it in the process.
Theoretically; the night should have been perfect. It had been an above average day. By above average, that meant that no one had been shot or almost die. It had just been standard of the Reds and Blues hanging around pretending they hated each other while everyone knew that deep down they truly didn’t care (however, it would be a long time before any of them would ever admit that). When Mack’s had first joined the Blood Gulch gang they did expect this. Training as a medic for so many years, hoping to one day enter the field and use their skills for the better. Of course in this universe, it seems to actively work against the people in it. They ended up on the Blue team, not as a medic, but as a fellow soldier.
Before Mack’s arrived Blood Gulch, they feared what the army may be like as a soldier, fearing the idea of being on the field attacking the other side. Helping people was what they were best at, but if this is what their base said was the best option, then hell they were going to give it their all.
The memory of first putting on the uniform blue armor, at first it seemed as though it wouldn’t fit, but to only be proved wrong once it was on. While it didn’t make sense, there was a joy in fitting into the armor. A sense of belonging, although they would never say it out loud for anyone to hear out of pure embarrassment. It just felt as though they were meant to be there, this armor was their identity, this base was home, and these teammates were family. If any of these were to be taken away, a part of them would go with it.
Which was why the day wasn’t as great as it should have been. They sat in their room, tears staining their cheeks as they looked down at the cold cement floor, watching the small droplets fall to the floor, making small dark circles. Each one darker than the next, yet, no matter how much they faded, they never truly left, as though reminding them why they were crying in the first place, and trying to mock them.
They sniffed before wiping their eyes, and looking across the room at their armor was placed in the corner, the clearest item out of the lot being the helmet and chest plate. The helmet was cracked, the visor completely shattered and missing pieces, while the chest plate was deeply cracked.
It had happened a few days ago, they had been helping Tucker set up a new vehicle – a quad bike to be exact - that had been sent to Blue Base. While they and Tucker had been working on it, Mack’s was not in a clear state of mind, they were thinking about a certain Red Team member with a smart mouth and a passion for the finer things (food). They had been smiling to themselves at the idea of seeing the solider, wondering what they would do today. Thinking back to the last time they had hung out how they just sat with each other, eating and watching movies. While the idea of a Red and Blue being together was hated by the other teams and they were both told how bad it was, no one ever actually went out of their way to stop it. So, what was the point in stopping it? Not that they believed that the teams actually wanted to stop it, it just seemed as though they were acting out of expectations rather than their actual feelings. However, as much joy as thinking of the said Red member, it distracted them from concentrating on what exactly they were doing which caused an event that they were still unsure how it occurred. The last thing they remembered was the quad bike exploding and their body being thrown back several meters. Breaking the armor, and seriously injuring Tucker. You felt horrible. As though it was their entire fault.
“I disgust myself,” a mutter escaped their quivering lips and they looked back down at the cement floor, Mack’s couldn’t even hide the shaking voice to themselves. How could they face the rest of the team when they couldn’t even face themselves?
Muffled voices could be heard from outside their room but Mack’s couldn’t focus on it and didn’t want to. It was probably the team arguing about how they ruined everything. Mack’s tried to muffle their own cries, not wanting the team to hear it, they just wanted to stay quiet as they hugged their knees and buried their head down, like prey in hiding.
It was when Mack’s heard a familiar voice that their head snapped up. Could that be? No, it couldn’t . . .
“Ow, ow, okay! Jeez, you don’t need to hit me for me not to be a dick, Jesus Christ!”
It was!
But why was he here? Why would the Blue team – or Church for that matter – let Grif anywhere near Blue Base, especially my room?
Mack’s lifted their from their knees and stared at the door where the sound came from. It was silent for a moment before the sound of the door when it opened when they saw Grif poke his head behind the door, Mack’s just looked back down at the floor. Perhaps they were imagining it. He wasn’t actually there. There was no way he was in this room, your room with you. He was probably back at Red Base sitting in his room, eating mountains of food while he watched his favourite serial.
“Hey babe,” he said softly as he sat down next to them, “we’re worried about you, I think Church is having a heart attack.”
Mack’s couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his words as they left his mouth. They had heard church panicking throughout the days but assumed it was because of their fuck up.
“Why have you been locking yourself up in your room?” he asked, “what’s wrong?”
They glanced back up at their armor before looking down again, feeling the tears well up in their eyes, “I fucked up.”
Grif glanced up to where they had been staring and saw the broken armor, “Your armor? Sweetheart, we can get new armor, maybe something red,” he gave a small wink before wrapping his arm around Mack’s.
While what Grif said was true, it wasn’t that simple. It was harder; the armor was broken and destroyed all because of their fuck up. That armor meant too much and it was ruined because they couldn’t focus because they don’t deserve it.
“Grif, I could have hurt, Tucker, I ruined everything.”
He didn’t say anything. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He knew that you didn’t need a lecture on how it wasn’t your fault and how it was okay. There are moments when a person just needs silence and comfort and Grif was willing and ready to be the one to do that. There was no telling to how long the two of you had stayed like that, the last thing Mack’s could remember was falling asleep on Grif’s shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and comfort knowing that he was there.
When Mack’s woke up in their bed, covers over them, hugging them like a long lost friend who was just happy that they were home. They turned around to see if Gif was still there, was that part a dream? Had they imagined that Grif was there as a comfort mechanism, had it all been a dream? When they turned only to see Grif was not there, their stomach sank, it was all a lie. They were alone.
Mack’s closed their eyes for a moment, trying to hold back the tears, only for their eyes to snap open immediately when they heard the door open. They sat up and looked over at the door and saw Grif standing there with a glass of water.
“Oh hey you’re up,” he smiled, “I thought you would still be asleep – I got you some water, I thought you might have wanted something to drink when you woke up.”
He sat down next to Mack’s on the bed before passing the water to them, he paused a moment before he spoke, “Hey so I talked to Church about that quad bike situation, and he said that it was actually rigged or something, it was set to go off no matter what.”
They chocked on their water, “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, the company had a breach or something.”
“Well fuck me then,” you sighed, and they finished their water.
“Maybe later,” Grif winked, before Mack’s punch his shoulder slightly.
“Oh babe, you wound me.”
They chuckled slightly, before putting the water on the bedside table.
“Also, Church ordered you new armor, it’s going to be perfect.”
“what?”
“Because you're basically on both teams. Can you be sad more often? Maybe we can con him into getting us heaps of fucking food.”
Mack’s burst out laughing before resting their head on Grif’s shoulder, “Maybe next time.”
LITTLE EXTRA: WHEN CHURCH FOUND OUT WHY MACKS WAS SAD
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THEY’RE SAD OVER THE FUCKING BIKE??? I’M NOT EVEN MAD ABOUT THAT, IF ANYTHING I'M MAD ABOUT HER NOT KILLING TUCKER!”
Pairing: Grif x Reader
Day 9 of Fics Advent Calendar 2017. Read the others here
Prompts:
1. Hey I was wondering if some Grif fluff would be possible in the near future I love you blog your an amazing writer xo
2. I believe Grif is smarter than Simmons. So how about a jealous Grif trying to sound intelligent even though he doesn't really need to? Although any Grif is great tbh :)
WC: 371
“You know you don’t have to do that,” you insist, the door closing with a soft click before your backs against it. Grif frowns, eyebrows knitting together with the same frustration he’s been sporting since you dragged him from the mess hall.
“I’m sick of it,” he grumbles, gesturing to the door you’ve just closed. “Everyone treats me like I’m an idiot.”
“Why does it matter, Grif? Since when have you cared that Simmons acts smarter? You don’t have to yell facts about penguins at the top of your lungs over dinner.”
“Because he keeps trying to get with you even though he knows I like you. I know way more useless facts than he does.” He shuffles his feet, glaring at the ground as his hands form fists, memory of Simmons leaning across the table and talking eagerly about pyrotechnics while you laughed burning in his throat. He’d retaliated out of anger, hurling his ignored vegetables at the smug man, along with as much information as he could muster in his illogical state. “He isn’t better than me, he’s just annoying.”
“I’m sorry, can you rewind?” you ask, taken aback. He glances up, confused at the way you’re nibbling your bottom lip.
“To the bit where I said he was annoying?”
“No,” you shake your head, arms crossing over your chest. “The bit before that.”
“Oh, you mean the penguin fact thing.” He nods in understanding, but you’re rejecting the statement. He flops down onto the bench with a theatrical sigh, seat groaning beneath him as his head falls into his hands.
“No, I’m aiming more for the bit about you liking me.”
He stops, body freezing as he stares at your through his fingers. Retracting them, he stammers that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. He turns a deep maroon under the rooms pressure, eyes looking anywhere but you.
“Grif, did you yell penguin stuff because you were trying to impress me?”
He’s quiet, shrinking like a small child beneath his self created embarrassment. When he speaks, he sounds heartbroken. “Penguins are your favourite.”
“No,” you argue gently, sitting down beside him as he slumps in defeat – until you press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re my favourite.”
HC: Reacting to their s/o clinging to them in their sleep
Characters: Grif, Simmons, Caboose, and Washington
Rating: General.
Requested by: @bootyshakerkegrimm
Word count: 433 words
Warning/s: None
Grif
You have no idea how someone can sleep for so long.
That doesn’t stop you from too, falling deeply asleep by his side and lose all consciousness until the next morning.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t move around the bed as much when you are lying next to him.
Hs snores are interrupted as he wakes up to feel a pair of very familiar arms wrapping around his body and clinging to him.
Your body is suddenly too close, pressing against him, just to nuzzle your cute face in the crook of his neck.
He thinks it might be difficult to fall back asleep with you clinging to him, yet the first minutes he tries to make you comfortable, he gives up and falls back asleep.
Simmons
He is a light sleeper, so he immediately wakes up when he feels that your face is pressed against the cold metal of his arm and that your legs are tangled with his.
He is self-conscious for a moment. Are you comfortable? Are you cold?
His body tenses completely, he is unable to move and he doesn’t even want to breathe in fear of disturbing you.
You let out what seems to be a pleased sigh as you nuzzled close, not opening your eyes to wake up.
He slowly accepts that you feel comfortable, that the heat radiating from you is nice, and he slowly moves his body to nestle you against his body before falling back asleep.
Caboose
You are not clinging to him, he is clinging to you.
You practically have a very soft and beefy boyfriend to cling to.
Best cuddles 100/10
Clinging to him while you are asleep gives him hope and warms his heart, he cannot believe you are such a wonderful person to share his love with.
Washington
This poor man doesn’t sleep, so expect him to be awake and watching how you are peacefully asleep next to him.
You groggily wake up for a moment, moving from your place at the far side of the bed to his side.
He is amused by how easily you go back to sleep and how comfortable you look and how relaxed you are.
He stares at your face, pressed against his chest and he thinks you look almost angelic.
Suddenly, he starts to feel tired, his eyelids are heavy.
He can’t help but turn to face your body to embrace you properly and finally, let sleep pull him into a deep slumber.
