#rvb grif x reader

[snowyaika]

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.

-

“–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?”

-

“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.”

-

“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.”

-

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.”

[yandereunsolved]

،، a penny for your thoughts ”

𐦍 🍒 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🪼 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𐦍 𐦍 🍒 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🪼 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𐦍

a snapshot into every character's yandere tendencies ⛃

Blood Gulch Chronicles ― 3 characters per team ―

Yandere Blue Team 𐦍 Lavernius Tucker, Leonard L. Church, Michael J. Caboose

cw(s): yandere themes, possible violation of boundaries, violence (towards other characters), kidnapping, self-hatred (characters), poor emotional regulation and taking that out on reader, delusions

Yandere Red Team 𐦍 Dexter Grif, Franklin Delano Donut, Richard "Dick" Simmons

cw(s): yandere themes, self-hatred (characters), tampering with reader's food, violence (towards other characters), manipulation, possible violation of reader's boundaries, explotation of reader's insecurities, isolation

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅣🅤🅒🅚🅔🅡

One phrase. Five syllables.

Bow-Chica-Bow-Wow

Yeah, you're going to regret catching his attention. He's a major flirt, and it's obvious he has the hots for you. You just don't realize how hot he is for you. He's so hot for you that he could set Blood Gulch to a crisp.

His obsession isn't violent (usually), but it is violating. What are boundaries? Baby, he's never heard of them. While he'll never cross a line too great that it'll kill the mood, he will smooth over some in the sand and act as if they never existed.

He is prone to being incredibly competitive for your attention. He'll shove Caboose or shut Church down with a snarky remark to get the attention back on him. He's quite intimidated by Tex and feels inadequate compared to her, so he'll definitely steer you away from her. No worries! She hates everyone. Haha, right...?

Pray to the skies above that you aren't on Red Team. He isn't above kidnapping you or trying to kidnap you to their side. If anything, he's somehow worse if you're his enemy. He's just really into enemies-to-lovers shit. Like, he will throw himself at you while you are actively trying to murk him. He can't exactly find flowers in the Gulch, so he'll have to take one from the Caboose playbook. He throws pretty rocks at you and hopes that you won't try to shoot at him.

Maybe he'll even tempt you with their flag? Is that something you're interested in? He isn't against waving it in your face and having you chase him so Caboose can tackle you and Blue Team can take you "hostage." (Are you really a hostage if Tucker is basically letting you walk around their base unsupervised? You can't leave, but like why would you want to go back to the stupid Red Team anyway?)

If all else fails, he has a secret weapon, because as we all know―you can pick up chicks (gender-neutral) in a tank.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅒🅗🅤🅡🅒🅗

Great.

He's fucking in love with you. What kind of bullshit is this? He doesn't understand why he's so angry about it. It's like there's this- lack of something in him, and you fulfill that. He can't stand how vulnerable he feels around you.

His chest just feels so heavy. It's like someone shoved a boulder on top of him (or someone shot him with a tank and he could no longer breathe-). It feels like you did something to him. Did you cast a spell on him? No, that's asinine. He can rationalize it, but when he doesn't understand something, he just becomes mean.

He's really just a moody bitch to you. But if anyone else tries to bitch at you, especially Tex, he'll get incredibly riled up. His composure will be out the base window. He's ready to not just throw hands, but shoot someone in the fucking face.

And then he hears your voice, and he's grounded again. There's a moment of hesitation, and he's just his regular level of pissy again.

You definitely think he hates you more than the others. Yet, you get privileges they don't.

If you get hurt, he's barking at Doc to do his job. He'll carry you if he needs to. Your protection is always his number one priority. Those dirty reds, or his damned teammates' incompetence, won't hurt you, not even just a little.

He'll make you take the time to get your shit together. Having a bad day? He's sidelining you and saying how useless you are. You'll only be more useless, a dead weight to them, if you're on duty that day.

He'll even give you the better parts of whatever passes as food that was shipped to them. If you bring it up, he'll tell you to stop being ungrateful. It must've just been some clerical error. If it keeps happening, then just keep your mouth shut and be happy about it.

...

He loves seeing you smile when you pull your visor up or take your helmet off. It's a rare but welcome sight. It makes him melt; his systems malfunction. He'd re-kill himself and off everyone in the Gulch if it made you smile.

Also, Ghost Church will possess you. He just wants to know what your body feels like. It's so cozy being inside you. You're like the sunshine, and he's a cat that just wants to lie under it and be at peace.

He... cares about you. Don't leave him. Please?

🅨🅐🅝. 🅜. 🅒🅐🅑🅞🅞🅢🅔

He doesn't understand what a yandere is. Don't try to explain it to him. He'll take it as a compliment and only hear the good bits. Having Caboose as a yandere has you doing many things you didn't think you'd be doing, like keeping a dictionary on hand and learning de-escalation techniques.

He sees his feelings as love and in the most pure-hearted way possible. You just make him feel really fuzzy inside. He can barely breathe inside his helmet, and his body's shaking with excitement. He just can't seem to leave you alone. All these bad thoughts swirl in his head when he's separated from you. :(

It doesn't matter what team you are on! He'll love you nonetheless. If you're a red, then you're the "nice red one." If you're a blue, like him, then you're the "bestest blue one."

Do you think shooting at him will do anything? This must be a fun game he hasn't heard of before! Or—maybe it's your way of confessing! Church is bad with words, but he and Caboose are very good friends. Clearly, you have the same problem: you're bad at emotions. That's okay. Sometimes words are hard for him too. He gets the message loud and clear; you want to be Caboose's forever bestie.

Delusional to the core he is. If you're really persistent in rejecting him, then he'll become dejected and mop around like a depressed dog. Eventually, he'll realize that he just has to try harder. Or maybe you were having a bad day and didn't mean it! Were you manipulated by the mean reds? Of course, that's what it is! Why couldn't he see the simple truth before?

You're his best friend; Church is his 2nd best friend .ᐟ

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓. 🅖🅡🅘🅕

Oh? You're gonna hate him too. Everyone does. That's just his part on the team: "the guy you love to hate." But maybe you're the one person who doesn't hate him. Maybe that's enough to make him fall in love.

He depends on your validation. He isn't looking to Sarge; he's looking at you. You don't need to see his eyes to know they're big and sad. If you call him a good boy, then he instantly perks up. It's something he's insulted for, but he sees it as a badge of honor. Pat his head, and he may pretend to be irritated, but he's really just overwhelmed with a sense of satisfaction in himself. (Red Team sees you as a way to get Grif to do actual work.)

He still tries to act nonchalant about it. Whatever. He can stand your presence. It isn't like he's obsessed with you or anything. Yeah. Totally not. He covers his feelings with his usual attitude because it's much easier than expressing them.

He knows he isn't the greatest, but he feels like that shouldn't matter. It isn't a crime to like to eat and laze around! In fact, he'll try to tempt you into his ways. Come on, it's just a little fun. Who cares if Sarge gets mad at you for slacking off? Sarge will blame Grif, not you, and Grif can handle it.

He'll sneak you his precious snacks. Maybe they have something extra in them that he added, but you don't have to know that. It's just a subtle way of marking you. And boy, does he love that. When you do anything he does, that means you belong to him—obviously. It's showing that he's the greatest influence on you. That may or may not be a good thing, but Grif couldn't care less if he's a good role model. He just wants you.

He's a good hype man. He's really a laid-back yandere, but when it comes to supporting you? He's up to level eleven on the hype scale. You're perfect. You're like a literal god(dess). How could you not love yourself? He's nearly genuinely dumbfounded to hear that you have insecurities. Pfft, those stupid little thoughts in your head mean absolutely nothing. Come and take a nap with him. He'll cuddle you and kiss it all better. (Don't, under any circumstances, tell anyone that he's such a softie for you. He will vehemently deny it as he's actively snuggling you.)

🅨🅐🅝. 🅕. 🅓🅞🅝🅤🅣

Donut is dough in your hands.

Shape him. Mold him. Put him in an oven and watch him get firm with a nice hole in the middle. ᡣ𐭩

Really, though. He's more of what I would consider a chameleon yandere. He's incredibly intense, but in a way that suits who you are.

Like if you're touch-starved, he'll be really, really, really clingy, and you'll perceive that as normal.

If you have abandonment issues, then he'll be loyal Private Donut for you.

He's incredibly skilled at passing off his unhealthy behavior as normal to you because, at the end of the day, we all have insecurities, and he will make sure you feel secure in that way so he can go further with his obsessiveness.

He's just so nice and unassuming. You don't expect that from a guy like him.

He's 1,000% an intrusive question asker. He'll immediately apologize if he crosses a line, but he won't stop asking questions. You can belittle him, but he'll continue to pester you. He just needs (wants) to know everything about you!

He's just curious. You're his teammate.

There's nothing wrong with that...

It helps him understand you and your needs better, which helps him become your perfect partner! They say don't change who you are to be with someone you love. But Donut is who he is because he loves you. He's nothing without you.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅡. 🅢🅘🅜🅜🅞🅝🅢

You think he's a kiss-ass for Sarge? Simmons will kiss the ground you stand on. Yes, it's embarrassing. Yes, it's kind of pathetic. You're just that special to him.

You tell him something, and he is sat. He'll agree and nod along. As long as you are paying attention to him, he doesn't care. He has an air of superiority when it comes to receiving your consideration. He does get jealous, but he thinks of himself as more worthy of your love. If you indicate that you prefer someone over him, then his urge to discredit and sabotage that person surfaces.

Manipulation is his strong point.

He's wrapped around your finger, but he has to make sure that he's able to maintain his place there. He cares about his teammates. He doesn't want to kill them. But to destroy their image in your eyes? That is something he is more than willing to do.

He'll make you feel isolated. He's the only one you have―the only one you can count on. He's loyal to the end. There is no need to doubt him or his actions.

He'll take care of you,

no matter the cost.

[ollybear-writes]

Imagine you are a member of blue team who had some kind of experience or education in mental health/ psychology. How different member of the reds and blues would react.

Word count: 500

Trigger warnings: None

Gender neutral reader

Blue Team!

Caboose would definitely feel very attached to you because you would be nice to him / used to working neurodivergent people. As a result you were often the first one to take time to explain things to Caboose or deal with issues at blue base related to something he did.

Church would uncomfortable because of his trauma. If you were at Blood Gulch it would be an unconscious bias. “I should have known you were a fucking shirk” . If you tired to reach out with empathy in any way, or ask a personal question he might say things like “don't therapize me”

Tucker flirt with you

“Are you accepting new patients? Because I’ve got some deep issues... in my pants."

“I’ve got some unresolved trauma that only a night with you could fix”

“Let’s skip the therapy and go straight to the physical release”

Church might ask you about operant conditioning one day and youd be excited to talk about it. Only to find out he started trying to clicker trained Caboose.

Blue team would nominate you as the one to deal with O'malley, doc, Shela, Andy the bomb, and Angry Freelancers.

Doc and you would low key psychoanalyse the other members of the team. His overall knowledge of mental health is kinda lacking in some places but he is fun to compare notes with.

Sister would think its hot and would trauma dump on you.

Red team !

Simmons would overshare and trauma dump on you every opportunity that he had. The second he realized you have any mental health background he would take it as a green light to consider you his therapist.

Grif wouldn’t particularly care and would be one of the few who didn’t treat you any differently.

Sarge would consistently create elaborate narrative that you have blue mind control powers and brainwashed members of the red team who you hang out wirh.

Donut talk about jouraling, yoga, stress relief and self care with you. Wholesome conversation and overall a good time. When you he and doc all hang out it becomes a wellness /self care night.

Lopez wouldn’t really give a shit but may occasionally complain about the robot discrimination and mistreat he experiences.

Freelancers !

Wash would initially be more reserved and mistrustful around you. His experience with Aiden Price and mental health struggles would put his guard up. After he felt like he could trust you, may ask you about dealing with nightmares and insomnia. He would recognize your expertise and ask for yout input when relevant.

Carolina wouldn’t care or really recognize your expertise in any way. She might feel anxious that you would notice some weakness in her. She used to hiding her emotions from counselors and everyone else really.

Tex would interrogate you and feel overall mistrustful of you. Again connected to freelancer trauma.

[whimsybats]

Red vs Blue x Shy!Fem!Reader

╰┈➤ So there's basically like no content lately for my funky lil space marines.... I'd like to change that.

I'll still be writing my Batfam stuff too but I do want to add a bit to the RvB x Reader side of Tumblr.

I'm also not sure how often I'll post for RvB content (or any in general but I really want to get into imagines/headcanon writing yk?)

But here's my first shot at a RvB x Reader ig? In headcanon format.

Here's how I'd like to imagine a more soft/shy!reader in the canyon, I'm writing as a fem!reader because it's what I'm more comfortable with. [also I'm a sucker for more soft/shy inserts, sue me LOL]

-Reader is seen as a baker, gamer (you can choose table top games or video games), etc to have a bit of variety in interactions. I'd imagine you can fight to a degree like everyone else but social interactions aren't your strong suit.

✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦��✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧

So, you ended up in the shitty canyon of Blood Gulch. In training you weren't known for any outstanding leadership or other skills when it comes to fighting so you were sent here.

To top it all off you're the only female in the canyon... that is until Tex shows up.

Imagine being on Blue Team, I'd like to think Church tolerates you a bit more than the others for being "less annoying" in his words.

Tucker absolutely loves to tease the shit out of you, he'll absolutely try to "woo" you since you've been the only girl he's seen since he's got here.

I think after a while he'd probably stop "wooing" you knowing you showed no interest, but would still tease you.

When Caboose comes around, he would probably follow you around like a lost puppy since you're the only one who is nice to him at the time.

You'd probably have baking days if you had anything good sent in from Command.

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I'd imagine when Tex comes in she enjoys your company a bit more than the others, both being girls... and you're less loud and more tolerable. If she's fixing up Sheila (the tank) she might have you there to help hand over tools and such.

You and Doc might bond being the more quiet ones in the canyon... you might hand him over some baked goods when he would be around, whether they were made by you or one of your teammates (the most likely other one would be Caboose, I'd like to imagine he at least knows how to make a small variety of cookies like chocolate chips, sugar cookies, maybe those peanut butter cookies?) He'd probably try to get O'Malley/Omega to spare you in his plans lol

Oh boy when Donut joins the reds, be prepared for you guys have sleepovers with him and Caboose and let's be real he'd probably drag Doc in (especially in the later seasons).

Being one of the more shy people in the canyon, each of the people might try to get you to be included in the chaos one way or another.

When you get to Chorus, you're probably with Tucker, Caboose, Simmons and Grif. If Felix feels flirty, you probably get dragged off the most by Tucker or Caboose since they notice your cues the most, maybe Grif if he happens to be around (he'd just invite you to raid the mess hall which you'd only accept to get away from the flirting). Caboose might try to take up most of your time as possible unless you're split off for missions.

Wash and Carolina try their best to train you, without scaring you off. Initially you were scared of them when they first showed up, you pretty much have scary guard dog privileges now.

Sarge might try to do a typical over-the-top plan with the reds to support you in some situations if you happen to team up with them against a mutual enemy like the Meta. (might be more post-Wyoming/Prophecy "arc" maybe like s6/Reconstruction)

Although when you're enemies you definitely feel like you could shrink into your armor when you hear his loud booming voice, but since you're there to fight you still stay and fight, you just won't be as involved as Tucker and Church when negotiating, sometimes you pull them away if you have an idea and have one of them shout it for you

You, Grif and Simmons might have chill movie/game nights when you can. (if those are even possible??) You might try to sneak in to the red base but Sarge might let you pass anyways since you keep Donut out of his hair often.

maybe pt 2 later? lmk what you think! (idk how to write for shy!reader well but hopefully i'll improve soon..)

[heaven-s-black-box]

Valhalla- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 14th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered as an early draft of the previous entry found here.

Word count: 843

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Agent Washington— or Church, as Caboose keeps calling him— is a man of mystery. He is a strong, brave ex-freelancer on the path to redemption. He is the new blue team leader, and a pain in the red’s side. There is no denying, in Tucker’s begrudgened words, that he is fucking awesome. I bet he gets so many ladies, the self proclaimed sword wielding badass had grumbled as he sat in captivity at red base.

One of the red’s few wins since Church’s demise on Sidewinder.

Not that it mattered, Wash single handedly recaptured the man; before being informed that he needed to negotiate the prisoners return and was not, in fact, allowed to just steal him back. That’s what makes it fun, Simmons insisted.

Wash’s ensuing confusion, his brow furrowed and mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words, was the least composed the reds and blues had seen him. In Y/N’s opinion, sitting on the edge of the blue Vallhala base and watching the impromptu truce, it was adorable.

“But… that’s not how war works,” Wash said, voice strained in confusion.

Simmons and Tucker face palmed.

“Ya, but- You know what, it doesn’t matter,” Simmons huffed. “Let’s make a deal, you can steal back captured team mates, if Y/N joins our team.”

“Wait, what? When did I become part of this?”

“Well if Mr. Ex-Freelancer here gets to steal back blues, we need someone to help us take back our guys from them!”

“Sería bueno tener alguien con quien hablar,” Lopez said. (It would be nice to have someone to talk to)

“Lopez is right!” Sarge nodded.

“Oh, esto va a terminar mal.” (Oh, this is going to end poorly)

“We can’t take Y/N-”

“Eso no es lo que dije.” (That is not what I said)

“Because if we did, the blues would be at a disadvantage!”

“You know what,” Wash sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Sarge ignored him, continuing on, “But maybe… we could use her as bait to capture Washington! You know, it’s like those fairytales-”

“I love fairytales!” Donut cheered.

“The knight in shining armor,” Y/N raised a brow and smirked as Sarge stiffened in fear, though he clearly wasn’t deterred as he continued, “saves the princess from the tower!”

Caboose gasped, “Are we playing make believe? I love playing mak-”

“Okay, everyone shut up! I’m sorry for ruining your ga-war. I will no longer steal back team members, now can we please end this conversation?”

“Jeez, what’s got you so cranky? Y/N not suck your dick this morning?”

“Lavernius!” Y/N scolded.

Agent Washington was a man of mystery, a complete badass, and Tucker had never seen the man so flustered before. He was even redder than when he’d switched armor in the freezing cold of Sidewinder; and Sarge had made a few cracks that he should join the red team. 

“I-Wha-wha- That was completely inappropriate!” Wash spluttered. “I-I’m going for a walk.”

He pulled his helmet out from the crook of his arm and yanked it over his head, letting out a faint ow as the force hit him, and starting marching off towards the wall.

None too quietly, Grif announced that everyone should steer clear of that direction for the next few hours.

Wash had just settled against the wall as Y/N approached, splitting off from the reds on the way back to their base. She was out of armor, finding it more comfortable as she healed from her Meta inflicted injuries, letting Wash admire her fond smile. He’d noticed that she smiled more often now…

“When Caboose told me about you,” he started as she came to lean against the wall beside him, “I wasn’t sure what to think. The woman he told me about, Y/N, she didn’t sound like the Agent Michigan I knew.”

He unclipped his helmet and set it down, resting his cheek on his knees as he looked up at her.

“Ya… I guess they kind of rubbed off on me. You probably felt the same way I felt watching you and the Meta work to-” A red spot on the side of Wash’s head caught Y/N’s eye. “Wash move!”

Without hesitation, Wash dropped to his side and rolled away from the wall as a shot went off. Y/N dove into a forward roll, grunting in pain before scrambling behind Wash as he got to his feet.

The reds and blues had come out of their bases by now, looking round for where the shot had come from.

“Well… it’s good to see some things don’t change,” Carolina teased as her camo deactivated and her armor stood out against the gray rocks.

Y/N peaked over Wash’s shoulder as the reds and blues came running over, guns drawn and yelling.

“Carolina?” The two ex-freelancers asked.

She crouched down, paying no mind to the reds and blues that were left discussing amongst themselves.

“I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but I need your help to find the director.”

[writingwarden]

CAPTURED

Sarge X Medic Reader

Summary- What should've been a simple supply run became much worse.

[A/n]- SARGE! Not many fics about him out there, I am going to personally change that. Lets hear it for our favorite DILF! (Or would it be GILF?) Feedback is Always appreciated!

Tw- assault [head injury], torture [mildly graphic], death, canon typical violence [Please let me know if I missed any!!!]

It should’ve been any old supply run :Get in, grab what's on the list, get out. Simple enough right? Wrong, oh so wrong. You should’ve known when you got paired up with Sarge and his team of lieutenants that something was bound to happen. See now, you had a small crush on the eccentric Colonel and unbeknownst to you, so did he. He could never tell you because he just didn’t know how. He was only a few years older than you so why did it still feel so weird? Neither of you truly knew. 

But back to the present, you guys had reached your destination; a small abandoned town from before the war. Winter’s barren nature had overtaken it. This run had to be extra cautious because you were warned of recent pirate activity in the area. Keeping that in mind you had left to search an abandoned pharmacy. It was half way through when the sound of other vehicles pulling up were heard nearby. 

Sarge radios his team to tell them to hurry what they’re doing and get back in the vehicles. Normally he would just fight them if it came to that but you were with them and he also didn’t need any more casualties in this stupid war. Most of his team were teens for heaven's sake. When he didn’t hear you respond with the rest he opened a private channel to try and reach you. “Hey get back to the vehicles, a bunch of space pirates just popped up nearby. I told everyone to just finish what they were doing and get ready to leave. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

 “Yeah I’d love to do that but I’m pinned at the moment,” you whispered into the comms while peeking over the shelving into the aisles, “Seven pirates searching for you guys. I’m going to try and sneak past them.” Moving behind another shelf you made your way towards the emergency exit. Once you made it to the door you radioed Sarge again,“I’ve made it out, be ready for-” when you were knocked over. 

“Oh no you don’t.” sneers the pirate standing over you. Crouching down next to you he spoke, “Tell your little Colonel goodbye.” Then he brought the butt of his rifle down on your temple. The world went black.

Back in the vehicles was a panicked Sarge. He wanted to rush to you but he couldn’t risk the others and the cargo. Frustratedly he orders the group back to Armonia with nothing but you and revenge on his mind. He’d get you back no matter what.

Meanwhile, you awoke being dragged into what seemed to be a wounded tent. Using quick thinking you sent your location to the first person on your contacts, which happened to be Simmons. And then they stripped you of your armour and forced you to tend to their wounded soldiers. After you had finished with the last man they dragged you to another tent; cuffing your hands behind your back the torture began. Stabbing you with different blades, holding your head under water, or sometimes they’d just hit you with their fists. Almost everything in the boom to try and get you to talk. You weren’t even sure why they thought you would have information. But your favourite being when they had carved ‘WASTE’ into your stomach.  But you just would not break. Sure you’d scream and you had cried, but in the end you had told them nothing. Oh and how they hated that. Eventually they left you alone, loudly talking about what was for dinner and how they’d hunt down and kill the rest of your squad if you didn’t talk by tomorrow. One had asked another why they were ordered to keep you alive. That puzzled you. Was the order from the mercenaries?

After they had left you had plenty of time to think. You were too hurt to attempt an escape and you didn’t know where they put your armour. It was unlikely that a team would come for you despite your distress signal to Simmons. 

“That’s war” they would always say, “not everyone makes it back.”

Hell, they probably already had your replacement setting up. That kinda hurt but what hurt more is that you’d never see your friends again, and you’d never be able to tell the Colonel how you felt about him. If you had ever worked up the courage anyway. You’d never be able to hear his stupid rants again or be able to watch him teach the others how to shoot. Those were your favourite days, for a man of his age and with some of his more permanent wounds, he moved like he was 15 years younger. Sometimes he’d offer to teach you since you didn’t seem to be much of a fighter. Perhaps now that you look back on it you should have taken him up on those offers. Because look where not being able to defend yourself very well got you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you heard the sound of gunfire outside. Two pirates burst inside and grabbed you. Not caring that they were making your injuries worse, they dragged you out and you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. Simmons and Agent Carolina were barreling through pirates. You hadn’t even noticed how many there were in the camp. And then you heard it, the sound of a shotgun being racked back. Looking around for him as they continue to pull you to a car you spotted him take down a pirate in the way. 

“Sarge!” you cried out, trying to catch his attention. His helmet spinning around towards the noise. And then the pirate who had been in charge of getting information from you made the absolute worst decision of his life; He punched you. Right in the stomach in an attempt to shut you up. You cried out, the blow having reopened the word carved there, causing blood to pour out. 

Sarge was so relieved to see you were still alive. And it was his name you had called out! And then the fool had hit you and the blood began to flow out of you. There are no words to describe the rage he felt. Nothing could stop him from reaching you. He smashed through the idiots who dared try and stop him, ignoring the calls of his teammates. Upon seeing him the two dropped you and ran for the cars behind them. 

“Agent Carolina, You see those maggots running to the cars? I want those ones personally.” He didn’t wait for her response, knowing she’d do it for him. And he was right, a blur of blue speeded past him. Knowing that was taken care of he dropped to your side. Shielding you with his body. “Where did they hurt you? Talk to me please.” He pleaded with you.

All you could manage to do was pull up what was left of your undershirt, exposing what they had done. Sobs escaped you and part of you felt pathetic for crying in front of your superior.  People like you didn’t get to cry.

“Who did this to you.”

It was not a question. It was an order.

And then you heard footsteps and dragging. The freelancer had taken down the group. You heard Carolina radio for Dr. Grey to be ready, she was holding the men who had done it to you, one in each hand. You shakily pointed to the one on her right and Sarge's vision followed your finger to the culprit. 

“You hurt ‘em?” he asked while standing up. 

“No I didn't, I swear! You gotta believe me!” the man pleaded. Looking back to you, asking the silent question and you nodded. 

“Get rid of that one, this one's mine.” Looking at Carolina.  You looked away and flinched when she took her pistol. She put a round through the ones on the left skull. 

Taking the knife Simmons was already holding out for him, he planned on repaying every favour. But, he didn't want you to see, So he asked Grif and the guys who had now caught up with them to get you in something warmer and away from this place. 

They took you to a pelican where Doctor Grey had decided she was personally going to help you. She rambles on and on about how you are so strong and how it's obvious that you like the Colonel and Just confess already dammit! Grif got a laugh out of that one and if you could move he'd be very harmed. 

A few moments later he and Agent Carolina arrived back on the pelican. Sarge being uncharacteristically quiet, no quip about how he saved the day or about how all pirates are dirtbags. You kinda missed it, but it was very clear he had a lot to think about. He didn't say a word the entire ride back. When you landed they rushed you immediately into a hospital room to further assess your injuries. He never would tell you about how he paced in the visitors lounge or about how he didn't sleep until he knew for sure you were stable. 

When he finally did visit you it was alone. He sat in the chair beside your bed and took off his helmet. You could never get tired of seeing that face. If only he knew. And then it happened, he spoke.

"I am so sorry for not getting there sooner." It was quiet, soft in a way you did not know he knew how to speak. 

"It's not your fault," you said, moving to grab his hand even though the movement hurt terribly, "Nobody could've known they would ambush us. Speaking of which, are the others ok? Did they make it back?" 

He let you sit up before saying anything. "They all made it back in one piece. I- we came as fast as we could thanks to your quick thinking, that is." He looked at you and you couldn't place the emotions in his eyes. He looked so tired. You wondered when the last time he slept was. 

He looked away, like he was trying to find what to say. So you took your chance, "Listen, Sarge after what's happened I learned that I should say what I need to say  more often. That I might not know if I'll regret it or not till it's too late." You take a deep breath. Preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "I really like you. Like, romantically and this is not how I imagined any of my confessions going but, it is what it is now. And I understand if you don't want to-"

"I like you too."

"W- what? Really?" 

"I was just too much of a coward to admit it. I mean, I am a few years older than you and." He explained, like he just hadn't shattered and rebuilt your world in a sentence. Your head was spinning, trying to grasp what he just said. Instead of responding you motioned for him to lean in closer. And when he did you grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. He froze for a minute before returning the kiss.

It was everything you dreamed of. Careful of your injuries he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. And when you had to stop for oxygen he put his forehead against yours. "I'll always be here." He said in a whisper. 

"I know" was all you could really say. And you know he meant every word. 

[love-beyond-space-war]

First regular Halo RvB oneshot. Requester was on Wattpad. I saw this as you're Sarge's adopted Daughter for age reasons. You're an adult in this, of course.

I really enjoy Dexter Grif, lol- Kept it general for when this takes place although it's implied to be before his sister arrives in Season 5 as it was not specified.

Approval

Pvt. Dexter Grif x Sarge's Daughter! Reader

Synopsis: Sarge thought it was a good idea to bring more firepower to the red team. What no one expected was Sarge to bring his daughter in. Imagine Grif's dilemma when he finds himself falling for you, the daughter of the man who he loves to irritate.

Content Warnings: Kissing, Forbidden relationship, Swearing, Other than that it's cute.

"You can't be serious...." Simmons sighs, looking over to Grif in disappointment.

"I am serious, Simmons!" Grif huffs, leading to Simmons groaning.

"Sarge would have your head if he caught you with her, y'know that?" Simmons muses. "I mean, she only joined Red a few months ago and you're already-"

"Not so loud, dude! What if she hears? That or Sarge!?"

"Doesn't sound like my problem."

"Okay, Kiss Ass."

Grif sighs and walks away from his friend. Maybe it was a mistake to consult Simmons about how he feels. Although he certainly wasn't saying it to Donut.

Truth is, Grif hasn't been feeling too well emotionally ever since he met Sarge's daughter, (Y/N). You were a bit younger than Grif and so unlike your father. Grif always assumed you weren't blood related because of that.

Sarge was so... Sarge. Ruthless and commanding, although it was fun to annoy him. You on the other hand? You made Grif's heart flutter.

You were so much nicer to him than Sarge. You even asked Sarge to go easier on him at one point. For that he was grateful.

You and Grif made surprising friends due to the relations with Sarge. Although you made him happy and he seemed to also make you happy. He never thought he'd find someone like you on the team.

Over the months he's known you his feelings only grew stronger. The only issue was expressing them. Which was hard to do for one big reason.

Sarge, your father. There's no way Sarge would approve of you dating him. That thought both angered and pained Grif.

"You good, Grif?" You ask softly, your voice shaking him from his thoughts. Grif's visor looks towards you. If only you knew....

"Ah... I guess, yeah. Simmons was giving me trouble again."

You sigh, irritated. He could read your emotions just by your tone.

"Wish Simmons and Sarge gave you more respect, Grif." You say, upset.

"Do you really mean that? They've always been like this-"

"Of course! Atleast I have the decency to treat you with respect. You're a pretty good guy, Grif."

Oh his heart ached....

"That means a lot...."

"(Y/N)!"

Grif freezes when he hears your name being called. Great, it's Sarge.

"Yes, dad?"

"Why are you talking with Grif?"

"I happen to enjoy talking with Grif?"

"He's a bad influence, (Y/N). Lazy as all hell...."

"Hey!"

"He's fun to talk to, dad."

"I would rather you talked with Simmons if anyone here."

"Simmons is a Kiss Ass."

Grif laughs softly at your comment, you really did have his back. Maybe he could give this a try...

"Language, (Y/N). Simmons is a good man."

"Say what you will, dad."

You snicker before walking away. Desperate to get out of Sarge's gaze and talk with you more, Grif follows. If he could just get you alone....

"You seem off, Grif."

Grif feels you put a hand on his shoulder. Your touch is comforting, he feels he can do this.

"Admittedly... a little?"

"Is it my father?"

"That's part of it."

"Yeah, I get that. He's just so..."

"Him?"

"Yeah."

Grif sits down in the base with you. It's just you and him in private. He breathes in before speaking.

"It's been a hard few months but I felt I should tell you this."

"Mhm?"

"(Y/N)..." Grif sits closer. "I like you, like, more than just a comrade."

You look at him. It's hard to tell your expressuon through your visor. But what you did next said all he needed to know.

You shift closer before pulling him into your embrace. You both say nothing, cherishing the moment. Grif could tell you felt the same.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." You say, pulling away enough to tug at your helmet. Grif was left awestruck upon seeing your face. It took you tapping his helmet to snap him out of it.

"Come on, you shy?"

"(Y/N)...." Grif says in shock before removing his helmet. Once off, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. Grif pauses before kissing back.

He was admittedly not that experienced. Yet neither were you. That didn't change the fact you both were enjoying yourselves.

It felt nice for the both of you. Wrapped around each other and sharing a very intimate moment. It felt meant to be....

Soon you both pull away, looking at each other in bliss. You couldn't be happier.

"God I love you...."

"Same to you, Grif...."

"(Y/N) and Grif!"

"Ah shit...."

You both freeze upon hearing Sarge's voice.

"You have some explaining to do!"

[mexicancarolina]

Nightly Snack (Grif x Red! Reader)

Nightly Snack

Pairing: Dexter Grif x Red! Reader

Rating: General

Word count: 533 words

Warning/s: None

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.”

[self-indulgentnonsense]

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.

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑐𝘩 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 6

Word Count: 3.4k

𝑨/𝑵:  HI! Hello, yes, it's me. I have updated with an even longer chapter for this ongoing series that you guys have really seemed to enjoy :D I’m happy for the support and love I’ve gotten!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Graphic description of choking, perhaps vomit.  Nothing too extreme for n o w, just good ole choking on some flowers. 

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 "What's your deal?" You complained, your feet were trying to plant on the metal flooring of the base and then on the ground when you were dragged outside the base.

Your voice was high pitched and annoyed, as you if you had every right to be a bit whiny towards another soldier. The black-armored clad female had dragged you from your doorway, leaving behind Tucker to talk to you in private. The sun beat down on to your bear head and already sweat was working its way to dampen the back of your neck and back itself. It seemed to only get hotter in Blood Gulch around 'summertime', you had a way of telling when the 'seasons' changed due to the slight difference in this area.

"Whatever you could have said, you couldn't have said in front of your other teammate." You bit out, as the grip on your wrist grew tighter. Oh right, you forgot to mention how she had held you by the arm like a child who was in trouble, then dragged you away. She should have just grabbed you by the ear and scolded you just to further add on to your embarrassment.

"This isn't about him, this is far from him. Who you do on your own time in none of my concern. He's not even my teammate, to begin with in the first place, I'm just hired to be here to replace Church's death." Tex stated, her hand had pulled you harshly forward as the two of you wandered behind the back of the Blue base.

How quick she practically threw you ahead of her had your head spin slightly as you fought to gain your balance against the quick moment of momentum. Was a conversation that serious that she had to be that bitch to pull you away from- .. from. Well, what did she step in on back there? Were you going to do something with Tucker? You couldn't even remember, the moment he set his hands on you. Your body burst into flames of heat and some tingly feeling that left your mind dazed beyond compare. You were on fire and he added more gasoline to the bonfire that screamed in your chest. He burned the bright petals away and let you live. Maybe you were just pent up and Tucker was your only scapegoat. Did you like him? Maybe. He was good-looking, funny when he wasn't talking about his dick, and caring. He worried over your condition and in that one spare intimate moment, you could feel the ache in your lungs. He made you feel, normal. Tucker made you feel something other than pain and for one painstakingly moment as the world around you spun. Maybe he was something you needed in your life.

"Something is off about you," Texas spoke once you gained your bearings, her voice brought on that itchy feeling to your chest. Her voice was nails on a chalkboard and that yanked you out of your glazed over attention.

‘Gee Tex, as if puking up petals wasn't off enough. What do you want? A fucking billboard so you can see it easier instead of looking down at me from your god damn high horse named Church?' You thought to yourself.

Acid burned in your throat as you bit down on your tongue. You swallowed the sharp acidic tang that tried to push its way past your teeth in word vomit or actual vomit. Your breath left in a quick rush of air once your gazed turned to cast the female an actual agent of the nearly forgotten Project; and you. You were just someone that knew everything about the agents, everything the Project stood for. You could spill your guts to the public, to cover what the media didn't when the Director went into hiding. You didn't hate Project Freelancer, no you loved the stories that you heard about them. You loved and looked up to the war criminals as if they were Earth's do-gooders who saw no wrong and weren't manipulated into thinking they were better than anyone. Captain Flowers even told you of his past, of him faking his death to get into this particular simulation group under a new persona. He was dedicated enough to sell his soul for Project Freelancer, and by god did that organization let him down coldly.

He was crazy. his sanity gone and down the drain, the Project fell. He was all smiles and sadistic chuckles when everyone he ever knew or cared for was shown up as MIA or KIA. His sanity was gone and switched out for episodes that he was either way too friendly that it was uncomfortable, or for others that were a bit too bloodthirsty for a canyon group of idiots. He wasn't Agent Florida, he was some other man that filled that husk and took his job with the biggest grain of salt in the salt shaker.

You just hated her. Hate was a strong word, but she was just another manipulation that was conned by the Director. She didn't have to come back, she didn't have to be here and have Church wrapped around her pink finger, but she did. Church was hardwired to chase after her, he was destined to live out the Director's love through another robotic AI copy of her. You were just here on the sidelines to watch it play out and choke to death on some fucking made-up disease. Why do you need to be the one to tell her your whole fucked up one-sided love triangle fiasco when it's obvious she is here to just intimidate her.

Like some twisted female Alpha, she wants to make sure you don't fuck with what's hers. If it's possible to give hickies and blow an AI you'd gladly track Church down and make it happen as long as she sees it. The itchy feeling bloomed slowly back in your chest, your breath stuttered just slightly in your lungs. It was starting to hurt, the itchy feeling was moving upwards, like vines of a rose garden and twinning themselves through your organs. It's sharp thorns digging into flesh and tissues.

"Well?" Tex states, her arms have crossed over her onyx chest plate. Her head tilted to assess your unarmored form, and you swear she's grinning under the visor.

"It's just a head cold." You gritted out, the lie slipped through by the skin of your teeth, the truth was biting and burning on your tongue. The acidic taste rolled on your tongue, and it was harder to swallow this time around.

There was a scoff, from the other. Texas stared at you, her gold emotionless visor was staring you down. It was like she could see past the wavering lie you had hastily said to force her to be on her way. The silence growing between you two was nothing but uneasy, and your mouth burned with the sensation to double over and puke. You wouldn't mind spilling your guts, literally, on her polished black boots before you even amused her further. You needed to throw up, petals or liquid you couldn't tell this time around, whatever Texas was staring at, you wanted her to hurry up and move on. Your upper lip quivered as another beat of silence passed and she finally broke eye contact.

"I'll just go ask Church, you two seem to be.... way more comfortable for a teammate." One finger pointed accusingly at your face.

Your lips curled up at her words. "what's that supposed to mean?"

Tension sizzled, tightened, wound around your throat, and warmed your red blood cells that coursed through your veins as Tex didn't hesitate to reply.

"Church isn't smart, he's see-through." A snort escaped your mouth, one you couldn't help to not hold back. Yeah, no shit, he's see-through, he's not even a fucking real person.

With a glare you could feel penetrate through the golden, emotionless visor Tex continued. "He likes to hang around you, he's less of an-"

"Asshole?" You quipped.

"I was going to say absolute dumbass of a dick, but that works too if you want to be basic." She sighed, "Look, for some reason Church likes to hang around you. He rants, I hear him rambling and somehow cussing you out across the damn canyon. He's loud enough for even the dead to hear." *Ha, funny.*

"And this is supposed to make me blush?"

"I'm saying that whatever is going on between you, friends, you're screwing each other or whatnot. I'll find out what's happening with you, so watch your back." Bored with conversating over an Ex of hers, and whatever the hell kind of frequent one night stand hookup partner, The Bitch in Black sauntered away with the confidence that she was so sure of herself.

Once she had rounded around the base and was, hopefully, out of earshot, you wheezed hard. Lungs ached and trembled as a sharp pitched exhale left. Stabs of hot knives sliced at warm, soft, fleshy, sacs of skin that shrunk and grew behind your ribcage. The world blurred in watery colors, and small tears pricked and warmed your cheeks as they slipped down your skin. You didn't choke on petals, it felt fuller in your throat. The object bulged in your throat and tickled your trachea. Velvet petals, earthy tasting that made you gag and try to swallow whatever was temporarily blocking your air passage. You couldn't gag, couldn't possibly cough hard enough to even move the blockage more up to the back of your mouth. You were choking to death, and you were pretty sure you looked like an absolute mess or more while balancing in the brink of death.

With another choked gag, you fell to your knees on the dusty ground and then flung your whole body crashing down violently on the sun-baked ground in desperation. The sudden jarring and slam of your stomach on the floor, shoved the last few puffs of sweet oxygen and carbon dioxide gave the gentle shove of the object. Petals tickled your uvula, and you nearly clamped your mouth shut in repulsion. It wouldn't bug, no amount of even throwing up or coughing would make it move anymore. You'd have to shove your fingers down your throat to free your airflow yourself.

A trick, one stupid college tale your best friend told you before you shipped out for the military, was tucking your left thumb into your fist and squeeze. Strong, weak, or no gag reflex you couldn't give a damn. Not taking the chance to puke your guts out and more from just putting your fingers to the back of your throat was undesirable. Squeezing your eyes shut, your pointer and thumb of your right hand ventured into your mouth. Your lungs burned, and your body shook in rebellion from having another thing added to your mouth. It was easier to fully grab the petals that constantly brushed against your uvula, they didn't tear off as you slowly pulled whatever was choking you to death or unconsciousness. Your left thumb popped in the ever-tightening grip of your fist as you retracted your hand from your mouth and pulled whatever you were holding between your pointer finger and thumb.

Air, precious, hot, sweet, cold, burning, dry air rushed and skimmed down your throat as you finally inhaled. Your passageway was clear, and you could breathe properly. You still trembled and shook with small gentle coughs that came from your oxygen-deprived deflated lung sacs. Your eyes opened against the small tears that still flooded your pupils. With your hand now relaxed, it wiped your gaze clear and you finally turned to what was damp and hanging limply in your grasp.

Against the bright sunlight, you nearly let out a sharp gasp that stretched your already sore lungs to hurt even more. There color of periwinkle blue, with a bright golden center that was small and dusted with pollen. Pollen that dusted your lips and tasted like strong, musky Earth, and a sick, oddly sweet aftertaste inside your mouth. You couldn't tell the type of flower that was shining from the saliva that coated its once open spread petals. Thank god the single flower did not have a stem, it was just the head of the flower.

You never produced full flowers, let alone formed ones before. Small petals, large petals, oddly shaped or clumped together was what you had puked or coughed up for at least two or three days. Now your disease was progressing for the worst, and you weren't sure if your body could keep up. Eyes, wide as saucers you kept the soft flower in your fingers, too afraid to gently cradle it in your open palm. You had managed to push your weight up to your knees, then onto your feet slowly after a minute or two of gaining your strength.

Your feet carried you before you could even see where you were going. It's not like you needed to, you knew the ins and outs of this god damn canyon like the back of your hand. You mapped this desolate place since the first week you ever got stationed in the Blood Gulch Canyon. You were mindlessly walking fast, as fast as you could without tripping on the uneven ground. You were heading to Red Base, Doc could still be there. He didn't hang around Blue Base as much after Sarge claimed the purple medic as Red Team's own reluctantly. "Numbers over insubordination." was what Sarge always said, when he had begrudgingly allowed Doc to enter the Red Base that day of the exchange between Blue Team and Red Team. It was humiliating for Grif, and just sad for being desperate to get what Blue Team wanted the most.

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"Doc!" You nearly screamed as you stumbled into Red Team's Base, the flower still dangling and threatening to crumple in the tightening grip of your hand.

Your voice rang out and nearly caused Sarge to fire a warning shot near your head from the sudden panic that racked his body. He only had raised his shotgun at you, but how frail you looked and near on the edge of collapsing to the ground from exhaustion; he lowered his gun.

"What are you doing here? You Blue?" His gruff voice didn't stop as you merely cast the older man a brief look while venturing a little more into Red Base.

Sarge, Grif, and Simmons were all in the Base's kitchen. Random weapons were laid out and disassembled to be cleaned probably by Sarge and Simmons. Grif was scrounging around, opening cabinets and snooping around the crappy fridge for any type of food to snack on for probably the seventh time in the day.

"I- I need Doc, he's... he's supposed to see this." Your voice was quiet, trying to sound steadfast even though your breaths were sounding airy and wheeze like.

Your hand outstretched, the periwinkle colored flower was now dry and started to crumple its sad, wilted petals inward.

"A? flower?" Grif asked, his voice full of confusion as he looked at you long enough to take in your disheveled state that held the flower.  

"It's not just a-" You exhaled tiredly, clearly not in the mood to spill the dirt of your disease to yet more people who had an even higher risk of accidentally blurting out your secret to Church.

Simmons was too honest, Grif would 'accidentally' give you away without even thinking about it, and Sarge would be more than happy to prove Church wrong if the male were to assume anything about you. Sarge would expose your secret in the process, and then somehow blame your Blue ways for having this disease in the first place.

"Just, where is Doc?"

"He's in his room down the hall." Grif scoffed before turning his attention to the fridge, his top half-hidden behind the dirty white fridge door.

"Grif! You can't just tell the enemy where our men are." Sarge scolded immediately, Grif only made a grunting noise before bending down further to reach towards the back of the fridge.

Before Sarge could make any more threats, or begin to even start to for that matter, you grabbed the withering flower and ventured further into their base. Sarge's voice was growing quieter the more you walked down the surprisingly long bedroom hallway. The army, the UNSC or Project Freelancer, must have thought a lot more people would be so willing to be stationed in the most desolate places with nothing to do but play a long game of capture the flag. Oh, how wrong the Army was to even waste money to even have that idea.

Finally, what you could guess was Doc's room. Especially since smooth jazz music was pouring out from behind the closed door, and you could even hear the cheery humming of the male with the calming beat. It felt bad for you to even knock on the steel door and interrupt whatever he was doing in his room, but you could say sorry later after you updated Doc about your disease. The volume of the music was lowered, and you could hear Doc say 'It's open!'.

"Doc?" You mumbled, once you tentatively opened his bedroom door.

Random posters of cheesy uplifting quotes, colorful little post-it's of self-esteem cheer up notes were plastered haphazardly among the posters that were glued to his walls. Typical Doc, for someone so bullied and teased from both teams, he managed to decorate his room the way he would want to make him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He was hyping himself up every day, and that was the most precious thing you could witness. Not everyone here was in the mindset to think the way Doc thought about themselves. Doc could perhaps go crazy and yet some part of his mind was so hardwired in positivity, that he could still find good things to say about himself.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you here!" Doc spoke up once he registered you were standing in his room. He smiled warmly, glasses that sat on his nose tilted slightly from the movement of his cheeks.

"Well I'm your only real patient right now with a life-threatening disease, I would think you would expect me." You could have winced at the dry joke you were forced to crack to not ruin the welcoming environment in his room.  "Speaking of disease, Doc I have something to show you."

"Good or bad." The male rose his pointer finger to push the clear frames more upon his nose and plopped down on his bed to sit. His hands folded in his lap like a good listening student in elementary school. Except this was a sick version of  show and tell in a fucked elementary school.

"Well.." Your hand outstretched and showed the other the flower in your hand.

It stunk of a now sickeningly sweet smell, even if it was wilting and sad looking now more than ever. The periwinkle blue colored remained bright and vibrant, but the very ends of the petals were turning into the brown color that signified its slow process of decay. The smell was new, but then again maybe it was just the stench of Red Base itself. Maybe either base smelt different, but that would be a dumb observation.

"It's a Morning Glory, its.. pretty?"

Your eyes widened from Doc's observation. "Doc, are you kidding? I've never produced whole ass flowers before! and you want to tell me the type of flower it is! Are you still fucking kidding?"

"You're right! You're right I couldn't help myself." Clearing his throat, Doc leaned forward and plucked the head of the flower from your open palm.  He held the flower close to his eyes, nose wrinkling from the scent practically smacking him in the face from how nauseous it was making him feel.

"This is the first time you've ever produced right?" You nodded, and Doc hummed under his breath. One eyebrow cocked in question as he stared at the flower.  Curious fingers pulled at the petals and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger, now and then making a noise of acknowledgment.

"Well, the disease is getting worse, it's progressing way faster than I thought it would. Good news, you won't choke on stems yet, just fully formed flower heads."

"That means?" You asked,

“It means you're well on your way to dying."

"Wha- Doc!"

"What? You asked."

You guffawed at the man who seemed stoic for once, he seemed so calm as a sudden rush of panic racked your brain and nearly left you screaming internally in your subconscious.

"Listen I'm serious when you need to actually talk to Church about this, or else this is going to be the end of you."

In the middle of you silently screaming and perhaps trying to hold together your sanity long enough to not break down screaming in front of Doc, in the Red Base no doubt. A third presence in the room made your spine curl inwards, and the acidic taste of sourness flooded your mouth.

"Tell me what?" Church asked when he materialized in the room, his see-through form that was hinted in the same color of the Morning Glory that was cradled tenderly in Doc's hand.

Now you had another reason to hate flowers, their colors reminded you of Church.

[snowyaika]

pairing: felix x rebel!reader

summary: you and felix became close when he joined the rebellion. when he’s gone from a mission longer than he should be, you set out to find where he really is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: season 6 chapter 10 spoilers, swearing, symptoms of a panic attack but not actually stated, brief mention of suicide(but not acted upon), pain pain pain!, kind of an open ending, all lowercase, gn!reader, follows plot of show

notes: whew! put a lot of prompts into this one, gotta make it sting a little! keep in mind this is my first work for this fandom and for…well, anything! please please please comment your thoughts on it, hope you all enjoy :)

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“felix, rendezvous back at the ship, it’s time to let them end their war once and for all.” the radio goes quiet for a moment, the other side contemplating their choice of words.

“tie up your loose ends.”

the line cuts off with static, locus supposedly getting ready for the attack on the federal army.

it’s quiet, until a long sigh breaks through the empty room. “fuck.”

-

it’s no question that felix and you have a… special relationship. ever since he joined the rebellion, it’s as if you two just clicked.

you were one of the best in the rebellion, although you didn’t have much competition. because of your superior skill, or well, the inferior skill of others, you had trouble connecting with the other soldiers.

when felix showed up, everything changed.

like a flipped switch, you were never alone, always by each other’s side. of course, other than when he went on his own missions and when you had your own duties to attend to on base.

you two did everything together. training, dining, hell— even chores (although, he was more so just keeping you company as you were on dish duty).

eventually, things started to take a turn. training sessions and missions suddenly turned into late night walks and deep conversations in your quarters.

of course, this soon led to more… intimate moments between you both.

soon after, everyone could catch on that you two had something going on.

… or maybe it was after felix beat up a new recruit to the brink of death when he found out the poor guy was flirting with you.

nevertheless, things were going fine— perfect even. as fine as things can be during a civil war.

until everything wasn’t.

-

“felix? i thought kimball sent you out to scout the feds?”

you’re in the back of the weaponry, sharpening your knives (gifted by a certain someone) and preparing your other guns for an upcoming mission when you spotted him walking up to you.

“oh god, please tell me she doesn’t want me to tag along. i don’t know how many more bullets i can take for you.”

he let out a soft chuckle as he stood in front of you, staring down at you seated on a crate.

“oh please, it was one time. and you didn’t even get shot, it grazed your leg.” his eyes flicker down to the knife in your hand, his chest puffing up smugly.

he’s weird that way. seeing you use the knives he gifted you gave him a sense of possessiveness, as if he was staking his claim on you. you always called him a creep when he brought it up.

neither of you brought up how you never denied it.

“as much as i’d love to have you on this next mission, no, she didn’t tell me to come get you.” he clears his throat before continuing, “i just… wanted to you to see me off.”

you pause your work, staring up at him with a confused look. of course because of the helmets, he doesn’t see it, so you both stare at each other in awkward silence for a moment.

“...okay, i’ll bite. why?” you set your weapons to the side so you can stand face to face with him. “you don’t plan to die on this one, do you?” your tone has a tint of humor to it, but your body is clearly tense.

“darling, please. look who you’re talking to. you think some weak federals can kill this awesome bod? i’m offended.” he makes a pose of showing off his arm muscles, causing you to just scoff and lightly shove his shoulder.

“right. i forgot i was hanging with the strongest man on the planet,” your tone drips with faux praise, glancing behind him at the lingering soldiers giving you both cautious glances.

“i’m serious though. i just wanted to see you before i left.” he steps closer, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers brushing against your wrist. your helmet clinks gently against his like a childish kiss. everyone already knew about you two, but it’s nice to keep some professionalism in public.

“how long will you be gone?” you whisper softly, as if raising your voice would shatter the intimate moment between you two.

“not long. intel says it’ll be quick. i should be back in a few days.” he responds just as gently, all humor in his voice gone and replaced with a tone you would never hear him use with anyone else.

“okay, be safe.”

-

it’s been two weeks since your last conversation with him, and it’s safe to say you were… on edge.

you’ve been going around the base non-stop asking the same questions, where is he, what do you know about the mission he was sent on, and at some point during it all kimball summoned you herself after you snapped at one of the rookies.

“what the hell were you thinking, pulling a gun on a fucking rookie? have you lost your goddamn mind?!”

kimballs voice is loud enough to echo throughout the whole base, yet you remain unphased as she throws words towards you that are intended to hurt. you tune her out, completely uninterested in what she has to say.

your mind hasn’t been the same since he left. you can handle when he goes off on his usual missions, but when he doesn’t come back two weeks after he said he should’ve?

it’s logical for you to get a little high strung.

you let her hurl a few more insults towards you before interrupting. “it won’t happen again. am i dismissed?”

she grinds her jaw to restrain the next string of curses about to be let out, and huffs. “look, i know you’re stressed that felix is gone. shit, i don’t know where he is either, okay? but you need to get your shit together. i don’t want to see another fuck up like this again, understand?”

you only nod, turning on your heel and walking out of the building. as you make your way towards your quarters, you overhear the galaxy's greatest heroes (a bunch of lazy idiots if anyone were to ask you) talking about some sort of rescue mission to save the rest of their team.

you tense up. maybe felix was sent to go after them and got captured himself? you were willing to take the chance to find out.

pausing, you contemplate the risk of asking to join them. not because it would be betraying your alliance to the rebellion, but because hanging around with them will surely lower your chance of survival.

waving away your doubts, you walk into the building they were in. they notice you immediately, instantly becoming tense. “oh… hey there,” the yellow (orange, he always corrects you) one says.

“i want in on your little rescue mission. it’ll be wise for you to bring me along.”

they all share a look, before the teal one speaks up, “uh… sure. but why?”

-

oh my god, they’re fucking idiots.

there is absolutely no possible explanation as to how the five of you have made it this far, and you don’t plan on questioning it, instead thanking whatever god is up there that you haven’t blown your own brains out from the frustration of having to deal with their idiotic antics.

you don’t think about it any longer once they reunite with their team, your disappointment evident when you don’t see felix being one of the people among them.

for fucks sake, where could he have gone?

your question gets answered shortly after.

“...felix?”

you stand amongst the other soldiers, staring at him with a confused expression. your heart stutters in what you thought was relief, but you should’ve known better.

once the fight broke out, you were so confused. you had no idea what to do. do you shoot at him? what if it was just a huge misunderstanding? why was he with locus? there was too much going on. before you even knew it, one of the soldiers, you’re assuming one of the heroes allies, teleports your team away.

you were left behind.

following your instincts, you fucking book it and run, away from whatever the hell just happened and whoever the hell was chasing you.

not long after, because your training wasn’t that good, you’re worn out from running away, deciding to take cover behind one of the many rocky pikes surrounding the base.

you drop your gun, your hands shaking too much to hold it steady. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hear footsteps running past you, and you try your best to hold your breath. you didn’t know what to do, you weren’t cut out for this, you weren’t cut out for this war.

your breath is shallow as you rip off your helmet, taking large gasps of air and clutching your chest tightly to help ease the pain forming there. you couldn’t feel anything, your chest was hurting so much it numbed the pain in your legs from running.

trying to steady yourself, you count your breaths, praying that you can just calm down and keep running.

“i knew i’d find you here.”

your heart drops, and you raise your head to look up at the person approaching you. you take a deep breath to try and focus.

“felix, i thought you- what the hell is going on?” you stand up straight, starting to walk towards him. you’re so confused and you need to know if it's really him.

before you can even take a step, his gun is aimed straight at your face. “stay where you are.”

your body instantly freezes, a sudden chill shooting down your spine. “felix.. what are you doing? we can leave before they find us, stop messing with me and put the gun down!”

he doesn’t seem to listen, his gun following your head as you try to move slightly out of its range.

“you know, from the day we met, i knew i’d hurt you eventually,” he lowered his gun, starting to pace slowly in front of you.

the radio in his suit buzzes, most likely containing orders to the soldiers nearby to eliminate you immediately, but all he does is switch it off.

“i was surprised, really, how easily you opened up to me. i mean, come on, trusting a mercenary? i thought i taught you better,” he keeps the gun lowered, but you know the threat is still prominent, “and then you had to go and fall for me. you sure gave me trouble finding ways to report to command without you being on my back all the time.”

your brain lags, trying to piece together what he’s saying but you’re so deep in denial. “felix i- what are you even saying?”

“do you remember the first time we met?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer. “the first conversation we had?”

when you don’t respond, he takes pride in answering his own question, “i told you not to get too close to me. kimball said it herself– i was hired to help you guys, what makes you think you and your little crush on me could ever change that?”

it’s like a wave of ice water washes over you, and you finally come to your senses. it really is felix, and he really is betraying you.

your gaze slides down to your previously dropped gun, and as if reading your mind, he lifts his gun again towards you, “i don’t think so, darling.”

what once was a nickname that made you smile giddily, now makes your body tingle in a new feeling of discomfort.

“what is this, a lesson in not trusting people? god, spare me the act,” your words leak with newfound hatred, glaring at him as if looks could kill. “just get it over with and say you never loved me.”

your brain yells at you to not be so hostile, to start begging for your life, but you’re stubborn.

just how he taught you.

your comment takes him by surprise, the grip on his gun faltering slightly. he quickly recovers, tightening his grip and aiming it at you with a new sense of justification. “don’t make me kill you.”

you let out a scoff, “what, going to shoot me? go on, do it.”

after a moment of silence between you both, and still no sound of a trigger, your eyes narrow at him, “don’t have the balls to do it? you don’t need me to call locus over, do you?”

he lets out a low growl, but still makes no move to pull the trigger. letting out a sigh, you lean back on your heels. if you were going to die now, you’d at least like one of your questions answered.

“what was going through your head when i told you i loved you?” you try to sound like you don’t care, like him betraying you didn’t feel like a fucking train wreck, but you can’t help the unsteadiness in your voice.

“that i wish you never had trusted me.”

you see his finger twitch on the trigger, and you look up to the sky.

as much as you hated the feds, they had a pretty damn good view.

[yandereunsolved]

YANDERE REDS (and blues too if it's not too much work!) WHO UHHH see you talking to someone (that isn't on the team) longer than unnecessary,,, to the point they're taking all your time and attention

— 💌 anon (gonna stick around for a whiiileee im on a halo binge 👅👅👅) (also thank you for the rvb food you literally saved me from dehydration) (lemme know if emote is taken)

I am also on a Halo binge. 💌 emote is not taken so you are free to do so. 🫶

Gotta feed and water all the yandere lovers. I know a lot of you are very parched.

Hmm. Four that immediately come to mind are Blue (Church and Tucker) and Red (Grif and Sarge).

꒰ა Church ໒꒱

He is the embodiment of this >:( emoticon.

Expect a totally healthy amount of expletives to leave his mouth.

He'll try to act like he isn't insanely jealous but you can totally tell. He's constantly trying tarnish whatever image you have of them.

He's in his "bitch plus mood," as Tucker puts it.

He's angrily kicking rocks and muttering to himself. He disappears at odd times. Those odd times are spent trying to snipe down the person you have been favoring. It doesn't go too well.

He can't express his feelings so he acts like a constipated toddler.

꒰ა Tucker ໒꒱

Bow Chicka Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Is his swagger not fuckable enough for you?

He tries his best to act unaffected, but he feels like a third wheel. He flirts so much more around you. He keeps his attention only on you. You really can't be this dense. He can hardly believe it.

If he gets angry enough he may sway his energy sword around. He'll "jokingly" challenge the person whose been taking up all your time to a duel. He doesn't plan on playing fair. He also doesn't want to completely kill them, because that's kinda fucked up. However, if it secures your sweet sweet body as his, then it's worth it.

ʚ Grif ɞ

Ugh, now he can't even nap in peace! He was going to take his third nap of the day when he realized you weren't there―again. You've been skipping snack time and nap time with him. He knows it hasn't been to do actual work because you haven't been as tired as you usually are.

He's even grumpier when he realizes you've been spending all your time with a certain someone.

How is he going to compete with that? He doesn't even want to compete! He hates competing, unless it's who can eat the most or go without moving the longest.

He's incredibly hurt and will try to drag you away everytime he sees you with them. Screw whatever you're trying to accomplish. Another relationship besides you and him? Fuck that. He'll smother you for a little while. Maybe after getting a taste of him again you'll remember what you're missing.

ʚ Sarge ɞ

He's immediately ordering his soldier to stop their fratenernizing with the enemy force. No Reds will flirt with you. He's made sure of that. Maybe he had to break a few bones to do so, but he got the message across quite effectively.

He'll just shoot them point blank. Whether he actually hits his target or not is another story. Those dammed Blues are the enemy! No way in any hell are you being romanced by one of them.

It sends a clear message: you belong to Sarge. Anyone who gets in the way will get a bullet to the head.

[elementalwriter67]

Time to get Back in Action

Pairing: Grif x Reader, Reds and Blues x Reader

Word Count: 5520

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.

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I’m Here (Grif x Reader)

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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!”

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Alone Time- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 13th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered in conjunction with @cabooty, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 879

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“Wash.”

The ex-freelancer’s face scrunched up in annoyance as Y/N’s warm breath hit his face; he turned his face a bit further into the pillow and tightened his hold on her. They were squished together on her small cot in the second bunk room of Valhalla.

“Wa-ash,” she sang, this time closer to his ear.

Her hands ran up his back and began running carefully through his hair, working out any small tangles from the night. Washington relaxed his hold around her and slowly pried his eyes open.

His eyes were a bit glassy from sleep, and he blinked slowly as he tried to focus on Y/N’s face.

“Hm, don’t call me that,” he muttered, dropping his head into the crook of her neck.

She sighed, a fond smile settling into her face as she whispered, “Good morning David.”

“Much better.”

“Dork,” she laughed.

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“Hey, Caboose?” Tucker called as he stepped onto the overlook of their base.

Caboose stopped swinging his feet and looked back over his shoulder.

“Ah, good morning Tucker! Can you make me breakfast?”

“I thought Y/N would have made you breakfast.” He took a seat next to Caboose, leaning back on his hands. “Actually, I haven’t seen her yet.”

“Oh, that’s because she and Church are having alone time.”

“Church? Oh, right… Chur- Wait, what do you mean alone time?”

“Alone time. You know, where I go play outside the base and they stay inside the base. Ya, when we first met Agent Washington they would have alone time all the time… Church would always get sick when that happened, and then we would go explore!”

Tucker opened his mouth to pry a little more, but was interrupted by Sarge.

“Hey blues!”

Tucker let out a long groan, rolling his eyes, and looking down to find the whole of red team in front of their base. They, unlike blue team, were armored up and looked ready for combat; minus Grif who kept swaying like he was falling asleep.

“Dude, no attacks before eight!”

“It’s eight O’one!” Simmons yelled.

“But I haven’t had my breakfast yet!” Caboose complained. “And we aren’t allowed to interrupt alone time, Church said Agent Washington and Ms. Y/N would be very mad if I did.”

“Oh… Well then uh… we’ll be back in an hour.”

“Wait, why are you just accepting this?”

“Son, this ain’t our first rodeo with Agent Wash-” Caboose’s lips began to quiver and his eyes started getting glassy. “Church,” Sarge corrected himself.

“What about Wash?”

Tucker and Caboose whipped their heads around as Y/N stepped out onto the roof, still in her sleep wear and with two MREs in hand. She handed one to Caboose and apologized for taking so long, and came to stand between him and Tucker.

“He stole our flag!” Simmons yelled, changing topics.

“Well, you know the rules… what are you gonna give us?”

She dropped to a crouch, elbows resting on her knees as she ate her breakfast.

The reds started grumbling amongst themselves.

“You know, they really need to start making surrender speeches before they walk across the canyon,” Tucker muttered. He side eyed Y/N. “So… you and Wash?”

Y/N coughed, spitting out some of her food, and scowled at Tucker.

“What makes you say that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Alone time? You really thought Caboose would keep that to himself?”

After a bit of grumbling to herself, Y/N responded, “I mean, you’re just now finding out about it.”

“Alright!” The blue’s turned back to the surrendering reds. “We have decided that in exchange for our flag, we will babysit Tucker and Caboose.”

“Wait, that sounds like-”

“Deal!”

“Hang on, you’re just giving them prisoners AND their flag!”

“Oh my god! We’re having a playdate! Y/N! Y/N! Can we stay the night?”

“No. Wash and I will pick them up at eighteen hundred, and then you can have your flag back.” She turned to Caboose. “Go back your bag.”

“Yay!”

“Look, if you want alone time I’ll make myself scarce, but please don’t send me over there with him,” Tucker groaned.

“I trust you to babysit him more than any of the reds, just make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. Now get going.”

Begrudgingly, Tucker headed back into the base to grab his stuff. It wasn’t long before he and Caboose stepped out of the ground level and followed the reds back to their base, Tucker flipping Y/N off as he left.

“Where are they off to?” Wash asked, joining Y/N outside in full armor.

“Red base. The reds wanted their flag back in exchange for leaving us alone… I thought it was a good deal.”

Taking off his helmet, Wash frowned in confusion.

“So you gave them prisoners in exchange for giving them their flag back?”

“I’m giving them their flag back in exchange for a date night, er, day.”

“But I just got this armor on,” Wash huffed, squinting off into the distance as a small explosion went off.

“Well,” Y/N hummed. “I can always help you take it off.” A smile forced its way onto Wash’s face as he hung his head with a soft laugh. “By the way, Tucker knows now.”

“God damn it.”

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Smarter Than You

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.”