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Oreos and Mario Cart Grif x Reader

So this has been sitting in my drafts since...2017? It was mostly finished, except for the last paragraph or so. I’m still not satisfied with the ending, but whatever. This blog still gets attention and I feel guilty for being on indefinite hiatus so here you go. I’m like 90% sure this was for a prompt or an ask or something but I can’t find it. Enjoy~

Admittedly accepting any kind of challenge from the single laziest member of the Red Army was a pretty bad idea. Grif wasn’t one to make a bet unless he was absolutely sure he was going to win, especially when it involved food. However you were also a force to be reckoned with and after being deprived for six months you were damn well winning those oreos. How he managed to get them way out in this godforsaken canyon was beyond you but that wasn’t important. What was important was that they weren’t going to be his for much longer, not if you had anything to say about it.

Plopping down on the beat up couch – the only one in red base – you watched as your adversary fiddled with the television. You were so ready for this. In fact, you were born ready. Once Grif finished up he joined you on the couch, handing you a controller with a smug look on his face.

“Ready to lose?” He drawled, clearly not taking you or your very intimidating game face into proper consideration.

“Ready to hand over those oreos?” You shot back, getting nothing but a snort in response. The game was finally up and running and the familiar music brought your attention back to the task at hand and away from your lazy friend turned enemy. As mature adults there was really only one way to settle this: Mario Cart. How you got it is just another unsolved mystery – though your personal theory is that HQ just wants to keep you happy enough so that you’ll leave them alone until you all eventually die either at the hands of the blue team or, more likely, in some horrific yet comical accident. While you were contemplating the vast mysteries of Blood Gulch, Grif had made it to the course selection screen.

“So, you wanna do Coconut Mall?” He asked, lazily glancing your way.

“Are you kidding?” You scoffed. “Rainbow Road obviously, we settle this like men.” That of course earned an eye roll, though you could tell he was trying not to smile. The man was surprisingly good at keeping a straight face but you were a pro at seeing through it. For a second your thoughts began to drift but the instant that count down appeared you were all business. Those oreos were yours.

It was a hard race, as expected. Despite your comments and bravado you weren’t particularly good at Mario Cart and Rainbow Road was pretty universally the bane of every racer’s existence. Grif fell off almost immediately while you shockingly managed to stay on the track for a good bit, only to fall off yourself as you laughed at his misfortune. That was how things went until the last lap. Then things got serious. Grif had somehow managed to pull into the lead even though he had spent just as much time getting airlifted back onto the track as you did. It was getting towards the end and you could see his icon creeping closer to the finish line on the mini map. As things stood the only thing that could keep you from losing was some sudden cataclysmic event, like an earthquake, or a power outage or…or a blue shell. As you were considering your options (with controller theft being at the top of your list) you had driven through an item box and had been blessed by fate with the most devious and dreaded of items.

Glancing to your right you quickly checked to see if Grif had noticed your good fortune. There was an intense look of concentration on his face and you almost laughed, it being so unusual and all. The idiot hardly ever put any effort into anything. Still, it looked like he hadn’t noticed what you had just picked up. Grinning, you focused your attention back on the screen while periodically glancing at Grif, waiting for the opportune moment to use your secret weapon. Just as he started looking particularly smug you jumped into action, sending your spikey blue denizen of hell hurtling towards the unsuspecting racer. Your grin got even wider as you saw his eyes widen in horror and his character get sent spinning, recover, and then immediately drive off the edge, allowing you to pass him and cross the finish line. A string of curses left your now very disgruntled compatriot’s mouth as you proceeded to get up and strike the most melodramatic pose you could think of.

“You know,” you choked out, “they used to tell me I wouldn’t amount to anything, but look at me now.” Wiping away imaginary tears you dramatically gestured towards the TV, maintaining your composure for a few more seconds before breaking into hysterical laughter. A disgruntled Grif reluctantly presented you with your prize. You were tempted to keep this pristine package of glorious cookies to yourself, but you knew he’d spend the rest of the day sulking over this if you did. And in the end, you liked him far too much (and found sulky-Grif far too annoying) to deprive him.

“C’mon, we’ll share them” you said, giving him a little peck on the cheek as you walked past him and towards the kitchen area. For a second you worried that he was going to sulk anyway, until you heard him begin to follow you. And order you to get the milk, “or else”. The man took his cookies seriously, and you seriously loved him for it and all his other ridiculous quirks. And not even Mario Cart could come between that.

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Could I please request a Grif/fem!reader for #21 and/or Simmons/fem!reader for #10, thank you, btw you're a great writer :)

21. best friends sibling au 

You groaned, moving to flop on the couch. “I’m ready to eat pizza and not move for the weekend.”

“Aw, come on. There’s clubs to hit and fun to be had!”

You roll your eyes. “Aren’t you tired of the clubs yet, Kai?”

She grinned widely and nudged your feet out of the way so she could sit. “Never.”

Your response is interrupted by the spare bedroom door opening.

“Hey sis…” He pauses, looking from Kai to you. “And sister’s friend.”

“Hey, Dex!” She says brightly. “And don’t do that sister’s friend thing. You know exactly who she is.”

He scoffs, popping an Oreo into his mouth and going into the kitchen, but you catch the hint of a flush as he leaves. Kai rolls her eyes, getting up to saunter off to her bedroom. You stay on the couch for a few minutes before Kai calls for you to get in there. You whine and drag yourself off the couch to her room to let her dress you up for the night.

Later at the second club of the night, Kai makes her way back over to you from the dance floor.

“Hey.” She smiles and you raise your eyebrow at her. “Not having fun?”

You shrug. “I am. But just kinda tired.”

She nods, looking like she’s thinking something through before she grabs your hand. “Go ahead and head back to my place. I’m sure Dex would love the company.” She winks.

“What about you?”

She rolls her eyes. “I can handle myself fine. Remember when I broke that guys hand cause he got handsier than what I wanted?”

You smile and nod. “Okay, okay, you can handle yourself fine. But…”

“But nothing. You two have been pining after each other since you met. Go hang out with him. You wanting to spend the whole weekend on the couch and eating pizza is pretty much guarantee that he already loves you.” You flush. “Now go. I’ll be fine.”

She squeezes your hand then disappears back into the crowd. You smile and finally slip out of the club, heading back to Kai’s.

“Hey, sis, you’re back early.” Dex calls from the couch, not turning around.

“Uh, actually, Kai’s still out. It’s just me.” You pause before moving closer to the couch. “I brought pizza.”

He looks over to you, looking from the pizza to your face. “You…”

You smile sheepishly. “Kai may have mentioned something about how you’d love lazing about on the couch and pizza being something you’re interested in.”

He smiles back, and scoots over to make room. “Definitely interested in that.”