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stareiiez · 6 years ago

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Washington’s Child(ren)

Headcanon.

𝑨𝑵: About time I got back to these head cabins from my favorite boys/ girls. I’ll work on the ladies later on, for now, I’m getting to finish the boys for straight and (not so straight) relationships <3.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: No actual dark, dirty, things. It’s just all about how Washington can handle the pressures and sudden surprise of being a father uwu.

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𝑊𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛/ 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑆/𝑂

┊As a girlfriend to the poor blonde, babies were something he didn’t plan for. This was Chorus, chorus was unpredictable and relentless with unending chaos.

┊Wash was also unpredictable when it came to not pulling out, and screwing you raw between the sheets, after another vigorous day of training recruits.

┊The pregnancy was something you hadn’t found out about until you were a month and a half in, and that’s when you weren’t feeling your greatest.

┊Grif joked that maybe you were pregnant, the day before you tested yourself after you gagged at the smell of the food served at lunchtime. You had nervously laughed it off, as the table went silent.

┊You weren’t pregnant, that wasn’t.. You were positive you had refilled your birth control and had taken the pills correctly.

┊Grey was more than happy to have you borrow a pregnancy test from her and check yourself in the medbay bathroom the day after.

┊Thirty minutes and two pregnancy tests later, the results were in. “Positive,” Grey said, her face alight with joy whereas yours was nothing but anxiety and deadly shock.

┊Pregnant. Pregnant in the middle of a danger zone of a planet, and you decided to be knocked up. What the f u c k, were you gonna do. What were you going to tell Wash?

┊Wash took the news similarily to you, both shocked and anxiety-ridden. Even after you announced you were keeping the baby.

┊He supported you, he acted like the younger naive project freelancer rookie when it came to you. He was nervous, a tight string of nerves that tried its best to not scream every time he thought about being a father.

┊You were pulled off any missions concerning extreme situations, anything to deal with the whereabouts of Felix and Locus was off the table. Arguments were heard on deaf ears from anyone and everyone you tried to talk to about.

┊Mood swings, morning sickness was a routine Wash hadn’t batted an eye to. He was gentle and caring even if you wanted to rip his dyed roots out and claw his pretty blue eyes to pieces.

┊Wash became overprotective more than usual and took you to every check-up Grey had scheduled for you to do. The ultrasound was the most emotional thing he had experienced.

┊He felt like a kid, holding your hand and listening to his baby’s heartbeat.

┊When Grey tried finding a clear angle for you both to observe the fetus growing inside you. Wash squeezed your hand so hard in the silent urge for him to not burst out in tears right then and there.

┊Wash did the most, even if he was busy with meetings or gone on his own stakeouts. It was the times when he was away on missions or was caught up in a firefight, did he become a wreck. Being away for so long was his worst nightmare, and it constantly came true since he couldn’t just stay glued to your side 24/7.

┊When you were six months pregnant and closing the precipe of swelling and popping out of your own skin, Wash had sprung up in your shared room out of the blue.

“┊Names.”

┊“What?”

┊“We need names, if its a boy or girl you know, this is all last minute but its important to establish this so we don’t name them something dumb like Reginold.”

┊You blinked rapidly, one eyebrow rose skeptically as you watched the disgruntled blonde stand in the doorway. “Don’t you have.. those recruits that you need to train right now?”

┊Wash froze, for a second before his icy blue eyes widened a fraction and a gasp was ripped from his lungs. He turned and ran out the door back to the training grounds without hesitation. Your laughter followed after his hurried footsteps.

┊When it was time for giving birth, it was the same time that both armies had gone to fight Malcolm Hargrove and his army of space pirates. Wash wasn’t around for the birthing process, so no one was there to hold your hand as you screamed in the empty medbay.

┊Grey was delivering your baby and you were cursing Washington to the highest heaven for even getting you pregnant in the first place.

┊Hours of screaming, blood, and tears had passed you by and left you weak limbed with a numb mind. You gave birth to a pretty baby girl, with dark brown hair, and Wash’s icy eyes. She looked more like you bur she had his spirit and looks right off the bat.

┊When Wash, the Reds and Blues, and Carolina, had come back to the base of Armonia. You were sleeping and your new baby girl was sleeping in a separate crib beside your hospital bed.

┊You weren’t awake to see Wash tear up and nearly cry on the floor of your delivery room, but Tucker and the others had watched him stare at you and his new baby girl in awe and loving shock.

┊Wash didn’t have many good girl role models in his childhood life, he hardly remembered his kid years at all but he was a huge momma’s boy. Perhaps if he were to go back to earth he'd show off his baby to his mom, if she was still alive by the time the war blew over. He’d show his blonde-haired baby girl to his mom and announce that she was named after her grandmother.

┊With the Reds and Blues as uncles and aunts, Wash would have help and try to be the best father he could be in the times of war. Felix and Locus could blow up the whole god damn planet, but as long as his whole family was safe then he would be content.

┊Covered in sweat, and gunpowder, and the last remnants of dwindling adrenaline buzzing in his veins, Washington had peeled off his helmet and placed it at the foot of your hospital bed. He had peeled the gloves off and set them beside his helmet as well, then went to his brand new baby.

┊He couldn’t help but stare down at the pink bundle of blankets, and the brand new life brought to the world. He felt like kicking himself for not being here to hold your hand and deal with your screams, but life wouldn’t be that easy for him that way. Malcolm Hargrove had to announce his presence and be someone that was hard to kill.

┊He didn’t dare disturb you two as you slept, but Wash had taken the risk to extend his hand down to the bundle and brush his fingers against his baby’s cheek. A small sleepy noise escaped the baby as she stirred and her tiny hands moved, they had side across his much rougher skinned fingers and grabbed his index finger with her whole hand.

┊The gesture left him breathless and light-headed, his heart was stolen for the second time and he swore that he had vowed his entire soul to protecting this baby girl.

┊In the times of war or not, Wash was going to be the greatest father ever, and perhaps a husband. Yet that was a whole another step for the two of you later on in the future.

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb washington #david washington #rvb headcanons #rvb x reader #washington x reader #rvb wash x female reader #rvb reader insert #red vs blue x female reader #washington actually becoming a dad makes me soft and i love him #wash just makes me s o f t in general

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kittytehe · 6 years ago

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Hi could I get an Rvb match up?? Im short and curvy in the hips (about 5’1), short very flippy brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a but of muscle in my arms and a tattoo. Im blind as a bat but I love to draw, cook, and tinkering. Southern accent can be thick sometimes but it comes out worse when Im upset. I hope thats enough 😊 and I love your writing!!

I match you with…Sarge! (I honestly was about to match you with Grif as well)

I have a feeling you two wouldn’t get along at first, since it seems like you may appear as the more, authority type to him. And I’m not kidding, he would flat out probably think he needs to one up you, unless you’re cooking. He would have to admit that he enjoyed when you two would make some contact, since he finds you appealing, (and depending on what and where your tattoo is he’ll probably like looking at it). He finds your southern accent interesting, and it was a surprise to him when you got upset for the first time. Sarge would be grateful that you obviously give enough potential to be in the “army”, y’know since he probably still thinks he’s fighting a war. If you brought your art supplies with you he’d love to take a look at them, and he’d probably ask you to help Lopez and him with the warthog.

#redvsblue #rvb matchups #rvb reader insert #rvb imagines #red vs blue #rvb inserts #sarge #rvb sarge

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submarinefleet · 7 years ago

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Hugs for the Sick

Frank “Doc” DuFresne x Reader

Content: Gender-Neutral Reader, Comfort, Care, Fluff, Nonsexual, Strong language, Fever-delirious reader

You’ve come down with some kind of illness, and Doc’s here to nurse you back to health. Spoiler alert: You survive.

The whole thing took you completely by surprise.

Yesterday you felt perfectly fine. You had “patrol,” made Caboose PB&J for lunch, took part in a small firefight with the Reds. At the closest approximation of 3AM on a planet that experienced eternal daylight, you and Tucker sipped expired fruit juice on the battlements together in the hopes of somehow getting drunk, and had another round of bullshit!philosophy hour while Church and Caboose took their turn sleeping. He made up something at one point that sounded vaguely nihilistic, to try and convince you to make out with him. You laughed harder at him than you had at anything in years.

The next morning though, you felt like absolute shit.

“I called your boyfriend,” Church said pitilessly. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

“No!” You groaned. You were sitting up in your cot, dazed and bleary-eyed, with blankets pooled around your lap. Not too dazed however to forget that getting Doc involved could possibly kill you. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, here's the thing: I know he's utterly useless and infuriating, but I also know I'm sure as hell not nursing you back to health.”

“Yeah, fffffuuuuck that!” Tucker loudly agreed from the other room. The fickle, traitorous bastard.

“You don't even have to take care of me, though!” You pleaded. “I'm, I'm not even that bad! You can just... just have Caboose bring me a glass of water every hour, or something! I'll get plenty of rest, and I'll be all better in no time! No nursing necessary.”

Church forced out a brisk, humorless “ha.” Then, “Yeah no. Don't think so.”

You glowered at him, and flopped back down onto your cot with a huff. Instantly, your head swam from the quick movement, and you groaned pitifully.

“He should be here soon.”

You groaned again—louder this time—and rolled over to face away from Church and the doorway he stood in.

After a minute, you heard him step away from the doorway and leave. You kept your eyes trained on the featureless wall across from you as a muffled conversation started up in a nearby room.

You were too busy frowning, that you didn't notice yourself nod off.

You came to with a start. Strangely cold, and with no concept of time.

You'd managed to kick the blanket off of your cot while you were asleep. You tried to sit up and reclaim it, but a fit of dizziness forced you back onto your pillow.

Your head was fuzzy—like it was stuffed full of cotton. Thinking felt like slogging through water.

You rolled onto your stomach and tucked your arms under your body in the hopes that would warm you up some. After a few minutes, you drifted off again.

Your brain slowly swam back into consciousness along with the room around you. It was fuzzy at the edges, and it took you several seconds of confusion to recognize it as your own. The world felt strange—you felt strange. For a minute, you thought you could see a figure milling about in the doorway.

“Keep your distance, Caboose.”

You heard Church's stern voice coming from the other room. It sounded muffled and warped, like you were hearing it from underwater.

“You hear me? One sick idiot's enough. I don't wanna have to deal with two.”

You missed Caboose's response as you sank back into a warm, murky sleep.

At some point during that third nap, you had a fever dream. Over a dozen tiny, purple Churches climbed in through your window (even though your room had no windows, and was also underground). They cackled maniacally in concert, lifted you out of your bed, and attempted to carry you out the window. You tried to fight them, but you felt too weak and could hardly move.

When you woke up, Doc was picking your blanket up off the floor.

“... Frank?”

“Hi, sweetie.” Doc sounded distracted. He shook your blanket out, then carefully draped it over you.

“I had the weirdest dream just now...” You muttered dazedly.

“Really?” Doc answered pleasantly while tucking you in. Going slowly, so he didn't leave even the smallest part of you uncovered. “What about?” When he was finished, he patted your knee gently. You vaguely noticed he wasn't wearing his gauntlets right now.

You squinted at the ceiling, blinked, and tried to recall your dream. The more you focused on it, however, the quicker it seemed to escape you-- like sand slipping through your fingers. “I don't... remember.”

“That's fine. If you remember any of it later, I'd love to hear it.”

Without further preamble, Doc began scanning you.

Your eyes lazily followed the green glow as he passed it from your toes up to your head. When he made a thoughtful noise, your eyes flicked back to his helmet in curiosity.

“Hm... looks like your temperature's at 105.”

“What?!” Your presence of mind returned in a landslide. You shot up, and instantly regretted it as you were hit by a wave of pain and dizziness. Spots danced in your vision as you slumped back onto your pillow. You felt like you were going to throw up.

“... Or that could be your blood pressure...”

“Oh my god.” You whimpered. Your boyfriend was going to kill you.

Not seeming to hear you, Doc made another thoughtful noise. “Ah-- you know what, 105 isn't bad for either of them. I'm sure it's fine.” He laughed good-naturedly, setting his scanner aside to start tucking the edges of the newly disturbed blanket back under you.

You almost wanted to cry; but you were too tired, too feverish, and felt too done with life to bother. Instead, you let your body go limp, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Based on Church's description, you weren't this bad earlier...” Doc said thoughtfully.

After a moment, you made a soft, non-committal noise that sounded like agreement.

“Have you been staying hydrated?”

You slowly turned your head to look at him, and blinked.

“I'll take that as a 'no'.” Doc picked up his gauntlets from your bedside table. “Be back in a jiffy!”

You returned your gaze to the ceiling as he left the room. This was a terrible idea. Calling your boyfriend was a terrible idea. You loved him, but he was going to try to solve the problem by rubbing aloe vera on your neck, or sticking your feet in a bucket of... of... quinoa, and then your ridiculously high fever was going to kill you.

Distantly, you hoped that your funeral wouldn't be shit. You were there for Church's funeral, and Tex's funeral, and those funerals were shit-- and actually, come to think of it; didn't you, Tucker and Caboose leave Church's body to rot up on the cliffs originally? You hoped Church didn't remember that-- or didn't hold a grudge, at the very least.

Distantly; you realized you were screwed.

Doc returned while you were in the middle of a fever-fueled existential crisis.

“Alright-- I'm going to need you to sit up, if you can. I'll help.”

When his words registered, you propped yourself up on your elbows partway. He slipped one power-armored arm through the newly freed space, and delicately hoisted you up into a sitting position.

Your head swam at your new vantage. You felt something cold and metallic press against your lips, and realized Doc was holding a canteen up for you to drink from.

Gratefully, you parted your lips, and cool water poured in between them. It splashed down your sore throat, and soothed some of the swelling.

Doc waited for you to drink your fill. He closed the canteen and set it aside. “Feeling any better?”

You weakly raised one arm, and gave him a thumbs up. “Mmf.” You let your head loll onto his shoulder.

“Wonderful,” Doc said warmly. “Staying hydrated is always important, but the absolute best cure for an illness--” He trailed off as he wrapped both arms around you, and hugged you gently to his chest. “Is a hug.”

You frowned up at his visor in confusion. Wasn't he going to catch what you have?

Even under your scrutiny, Doc continued to hold you. He shucked the gauntlet off of one hand and petted his bare palm soothingly over the crown of your head.

Despite the relative uselessness of the gesture, Doc's power armor and dry palm both felt comfortably cool against your feverish skin. The petting as well felt surprisingly good, and your eyelids drooped closed more and more with each stroke of his hand. “Mmmmmm...” You hummed in pleasure.

Doc chuckled at that. “See? You feel better already.” He smoothed the sweat-damp hair off of your forehead, and kissed your brow. “I'm sorry your team doesn't have very good bedside manners. Now that I'm here, we'll have you back to normal in no time.”

Doc's calm, even tone comforted you. But there was still something bothering you. “... Won't you... get sick, too?” You muttered.

“Hm?...” Doc paused as what you said registered. Then a moment later, his hand continued its gentle petting. “Oh, there's no need to worry. Now that the symptoms are showing, you shouldn't be contagious anymore. Assuming, of course, you even were to begin with.”

You hummed in dazed thoughtfulness. Was that actually true? It was always hard to tell with him.

Doc pressed another kiss to your brow, then rested his cheek against the crown of your head. He rocked you gently. “... You should come with me this time, when I leave... it feels like I only ever get to spend time with you when you get hurt, and that happens way too much for my comfort.”

“... My team...” You muttered.

“They're not very nice. They don't take care of you at all. They just left you in here with no food or water all day and all night.”

You hummed softly.

“And there's no way they'll let me stay for too long... think it over, ok? If you ever want to be around someone who actually watches out for you. The offer's always open.”

You didn't want to think about it right now. But the thought of getting to be held like this all the time was appealing. The rocking, actually, was putting you into this weird hyper-calm state where your thoughts flowed by as a distant stream.

“... We could have a vegetable garden...” Doc began softly, after a little while. “Grow all kinds of things... maybe Donut would want to stay with us, too. He grew up on a farm. He'll know how to grow any kind of plant we want. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Just the three of us?”

Doc's voice was so calming. You felt yourself drifting off as if he were reading you a bedtime story.

“Grow our own food, so we don't have to rely on rations and junk food from the city all the time. Give you all sorts of healthy things to eat...”

Doc's voice was steadily growing farther away.

“Keep you from getting sick... from getting hurt... won't be people arguing and yelling around you all the time...”

After a while, you couldn't tell what he was saying anymore. His voice devolved into a soft, pleasant, wordless murmur as sleep swallowed you up into heavy thoughtless oblivion.

#did you spot o'malley in this fic?#also hahahaaaaa i don't really like doc :D #rvb x reader #rvb reader insert #frank dufresne #rvb fanfic #doc reader #rvb #imagine rvb #rvb scenario #gender-neutral #fluff #nonsexual #comfort #fanfic #drabble #imagine #scenario #reader insert

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angelatsumu · 2 years ago

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i want lavernius tucker to sp*t in my mouth

i want washington of project freelancer to collar me

fuck y’all if you disagree

#pup talks #i can’t believe there isn’t any reader insert rvb smut wtf #i need y’all to be a little less normal alright #wash is fine as hell <33 #Tucker is such a mclovin ass man I love him <33

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thefricklefracklesin · 8 years ago

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Now accepting Overwatch and RvB reader instert requests!

#overwatch #overwatch reader insert #rvb #red vs blue #rvb x reader #rvb reader insert

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lassuscorde · 3 years ago

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[ h e r e g o e s n o t h i n g ]

• [ BIO ] they / them. i write sometimes. this is merely a side blog to dump my fanfiction. gonna make it pretty clear when something is NSFW (and it will only ever be mild so) I don’t have to worry about minors. so hi guys have fun.

• [ FANDOMS ]

Red vs Blue is gonna be my main focus for right now though.

r6s, halo (all games), halo (show), rvb, doom, brooklyn 99, firefly (show), subject to change. • [ WRITING ] oneshots, multi chapter stories, imagines, character matchups*, headcanons,

feel free to request something if you’d like. main no-gos are anything illegal, pro-shippy, relating to pregnancy, abusive, generally questionable, all that. i also just might not do it bc. the matchup idea from @/lesbiaseagull*

[ m y t a g -> c o r d e w r i t e s ]

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mexicancarolina · 5 years ago

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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.”

#rvb fanfiction #rvb fanfic #rvb x reader #rvb x reader inserts #rvb grif #grif rvb #Dexter Grif #dexter grif x reader #grif x reader #MXCarolina Writes

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heaven-s-black-box · 2 years ago

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Medics- We need a Medic

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Recovery date: August 7th, 2023

Description: In order to ensure the protection of the alpha, Agent Michigan has been deployed alongside Agent Florida to Blood Gulch outpost Alpha as Blue team’s medic. Her disappearance from the project will be explained through emotional distress over the recent break in and loss of personal; as a medic she has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of care towards the lives of her project mates, far beyond what one would expect of a war torn soldier.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 634

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Church called out, running across the canyon.

“I-” there was a sharp, pained gasp, “I’m here!”

The self appointed captain scrambled up the hill and dropped to his knees beside the medic. Y/N was sprawled out in the grass, her helmet heavily damaged with her visor cracked and she was completely covered in dirt.

Church carefully removed her helmet, watching her face contort in pain as she lifted her head. There were a few small cuts where the visor had fractured the worst, and there was some blood pooling in the corner of her mouth.

“Church!” Tucker’s crackly voice filled his helmet. “Did you find her, is she okay?”

“She needs a medic! Call command and have them send one.” He turned back to Y/N and wiped some of the blood from her mouth. “What can I do for you now?”

“Where- Where’s Tex?”

There was a brief silence before he grunted, “Dead.”

“Fuck.” Y/N coughed, wincing and whimpering as pain spread throughout her body. “Bring… med kit… table…”

“Caboose! I need you to bring Y/N’s med kit, it’s on- what do you mean you can’t? Oh for fucks sake, Tucker?”

Y/N watched with blurry vision as Church gave Tucker the order before staring back down at her, his hands hovering over her as he tried to figure out what to do.

“Church… base.”

“Right, uh… shit. Tucker?” He paused for a minute. “I’m bringing Y/N back to base. I know I told you to bring it here but we can’t stay this close to the reds!” Church stood up to look around before bending back down. “Can I pick you up?”

Carefully, Y/N nodded before saying, “Shot… abdomen… car-” Church scooped her up, making her cry out in pain, “careful!”

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s just get you back to base, okay?”

With a tired hum, Y/N let her head fall against Church’s chest plate and her eyes slip closed.

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“Who’s the purple guy?”

“Huh?” Church asked, turning away from his scope.

He and Y/N were up on top of the base, watching the reds and going through their inventory. Y/N was leaning back on one hand, scrolling through the tablet while Church stood beside her.

She’d looked to find someone in purple armor bobbing around. Church realigned his scope in the direction she pointed.

“Maybe command finally sent-”

“Church!”

Y/N leaned forward to look down at Tucker, finding Caboose with him.

“Church!”

“What?!”

“Caboose is doing it again.”

Church threw his head back with a loud groan. “Ugh, I’ll be down there in a minute.” He looked down at the team medic, lowering his voice to ask, “Can’t you deal with them?”

“Nope, you wanted to be the captain.” She clapped the back of his calf as that was all she could reach. “Now I’m gonna suit up, keep an eye on Mr. Da- Mr. Purple.”

Dragging his feet, Church made his way out to the front of the base.

“Medic?” Y/N heard Caboose say as she stepped out of the base. “That was, like, three months ago.”

She stifled a snicker as the medic asked where the patient was and Church pointed out Tex’s grave. Rolling her shoulders to try and alleviate the chill in her chest that came with talking about her dead friend, Y/n strode up between Tucker and Caboose, slinging her left arm over Tucker’s shoulder.

“And this one’s doing fine.”

“But if you could, I wouldn't mind a proper examination.”

“Bow Chika-Ack!” Tucker cried as Y/N tightened her hold around him.

Caboose laughed softly, muttering something about killing Tucker, and earning himself a side glance from Y/N behind her visor.

“Of course,” the medic nodded, “let’s just head into the base. By the way, who’s in the other grave?”

#researcher s's recovery #red vs blue #we need a medic #rvb church #leonard church #rvb tucker #lavernius tucker #rvb caboose #michael j caboose #rvb doc #frank dufresne #reader insert #female reader #rating unavailable

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self-indulgentnonsense · 5 years ago

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Oreos and Mario Cart Grif x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#grifxreader #grif/reader #reader-insert #rvb x reader #god this has been in my drafts for so long #rvb #grif

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stareiiez · 6 years ago

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Flower Petals and Blood

Chapter Five

Word count: 4k words

Pairings: Lavernius Tucker/ Reader, Leonard Church/ Reader

Genre: Angst, Slowburn, Hanahaki Disease AU, Hints at Love Triangle, Angst, Fluff, Eventual smut, Sexual tension, Smut, 18+ & 21 content.

Author’s note: Okay so finally? FINALLY, finally I uploaded and updated this series and I’m so happy from the positivity that you guys have had to the previous chapters and the twist I’m having on the characters/ plot. Any way, this centers more around the Tucker/ Reader dynamic and away from the disease for now. Enjoy!

The morning after you had puked your guts up of velvet like sharp petals on the roof of Blue base you were holed up in your room. Your throat was still sore and scratchy from the abuse it constantly goes through. One large sleep shirt that donned the Blue Team logo on the front. Notebooks were scattered upon the other half of your bed, various scribbled notes in black ink stained white paper and your fingers. The streams of late morning sunlight were painted against your features as you turned to stare at the dying small pile of flower petals on your dresser. The golden light seemed to make the sort of tense and tired aura your bedroom had, to seem a little brighter. You hadn't even bothered to remove them from your bedroom, the action seemed too tiring for your body. With a tired yawn, you had rubbed the last remaining traces of sleep from your eyes. You weren't planning on doing much today. Taking more notes about your current ongoing disease and looking up some sort of solution was what kept you up late at night. Hell, maybe you would even let Doc run more physical tests on your body like you were some lab experiment in Red Base. Maybe Sarge wouldn't mind you wandering aimlessly into their base unannounced and armed, naturally. Sarge probably also wouldn't mind you coughing up light blue and darker blue flower petals on his floor. It was bad enough he didn't 'allow blue bastards' in his base, but seeing even more shades of blue in his base? The gruff male would be practically shoving his shotgun down your throat and threatening to shove his boot up your ass for trying to infect his men with some sort of 'blue team disease.'

You didn't need to have any more stress to risk another upchuck that nearly kills you in front of someone new every day. It was bad enough Caboose, Doc and now Tucker knew about your condition. Church was probably the next one to know if you weren't too careful for trying to choke down another wave of crashing emotions that would rip your heart apart. God, Church, he could manifest anywhere he would want to. Knowing your own luck, maybe he already came into your room to talk to you while you were asleep and saw your evidence for this cursed illness. That random thought you had, sent your eyes to widen slightly and your body to launch up out of bed at a too quick pace for your sleepy brain to handle. You crossed the small distance from your bed to scoop up the still soft flower petals and dumped them in a drawer of your dresser. Cursing yourself for even stressing this early in the morning, you let out a puff of air, your right hand rose to run its fingers through your slight bed head tangled locks. You winced from the harsh few tugs before wincing once again when a sharp knock on your door jolted your senses.

It was too early to even talk to anyone, your head hasn't even caught up with your body's actions yet at this point. All you wanted to do was sleep and stay curled up in bed and hide from the world while coughing your poor lungs out.

"What?" You said through slightly gritted teeth, brows raising in slight agitation from whoever was standing outside your door.

"Are you dead? Caboose has been panicking about if you were drowning in flowers yet." Tucker's voice floated through from the other side of your door.

Oh, how to be graced so early in the day by one of the people you didn't want to be around while dealing with this sickness. With a small scoff, you had turned to address your closed door, chest tightening slightly from the thought of the aqua soldier even bothering to worry about you in the first place. Hell, you were probably crazy to think differently, Tucker wasn't some heartless asshole he was just some horny, self-centered asshole. Only he was slightly better than Church for only caring about himself.

"Are you sure you're here because of Caboose, or because you were worried yourself." You spoke, walking closer to your doorway and opening the steel door enough to get a good look at the male in front of you.

Tucker was dressed casually for once, in sweats and a standard black shirt. His long dark brown and very light brown locks were tied up in a neat ponytail, a few dreads were starting to fall from the updo and casually frame his angled face. His gaze landed on you before it drifted over your head to rest on your bed. His eyebrow cocking at the sight of your late night notes covering your sheets.

"What? No. Maybe, move we need to talk." Tucker said before he gently pushed you out of the way and then closed the door behind him once the door of your bedroom closed.

The male had made himself surprisingly comfy by seating himself on your bed and reaching over to pick up the notes you had scribbled on. A small scoff escaped his lips when he read 'Nature can suck my balls' underlined multiplied times. Clearly, you were frustrated up until that point. His fingers traced over your chicken scratch like the wording, and couldn't help an annoyingly like smirk to grace his features.

"Alright what exactly are you doing here, because usually, you would have come up with some stupid pick up line for sex by now," You turned to cast Tucker a look, one eyebrow rose in suspicion?

A moment ticked by, and your breath held before Tucker lifted his head to meet your eyes. Eyes locked on each other.

"What the hell are you doing coughing up flowers like you're some goddamn freak?!" Tucker blurted out. Ah, there it is, you were waiting for that time were one by one the members of either Red or Blue would come knocking on your door demanding answers if they ever saw your disease.

"It's a magic trick, surprise." You deadpanned, your voice lacking emotion.

"Very funny." Tucker rolled his eyes before he tilted his head, a dark brow raising in a hint of his impatience. "Now tell me the truth." There was a pregnant pause between you two, both pair of eyes locked on one another. One slightly pleading for answers, the other way too stubborn that was staring daggers at chocolate brown orbs.

Finally a sharp from your lips broke the silence, this was going on for far too long anyway. You couldn't be that stubborn anyway, you were practically dying day by day and petal by fucking petal. Besides, Tucker had watched you puke right after Church left. You couldn't dance around the truth anymore as much as you want to.

"Okay, okay." You sighed, you walked closer to Tucker. His eyes trained on your form while you sat down next to him. You situated yourself on the bed so you were facing the male, who in turn followed your lead to sit face to face.

Taking one deep breath you went into detail about your complicated relationship with Church. Much to your own embarrassment, and with flushed cheeks you told Tucker about the first time you actually slept with Church.

The one time you were found halfway tipsy with the oldest bottle of Jack Daniels gripped in your right hand, and your body laid lazily stretched out on the ratty couch cushions in the living room. Your cheeks had a small, drunken blush staining your features, and your eyes were glassy as they were locked upon Church's. You were a sight, to say the least when Church happened to walk in to find Tucker and help him start up the tank once again. Out of all the people out of Blue Team, except Caboose, you seemed to drink the least, but given any rare occasion, you would out drink anyone and happen to get drunker than anyone at the same time.

"Take a picture you little cunt, it will last a lot longer." You scoffed, a harsh slur to your words made you sound funny in your ears. Your brows knitted, you sounded like your voice was muffled and you had cotton balls in your ears.

Church rolled his eyes, his dark blue eyes had wandered over your stretched form. Orbs drinking in your lithe frame until they raked back up to meet your unsteady gaze. You knew he was staring, and with a few or more shots of liquid courage that you had in your system, you eagerly enjoyed being stared at.

"Where is everybody? Why aren't you being watched and why the fuck are you drinking so early in the day?" Church bit out. He walked over to you and easily snatched the more than half empty bottle of whiskey.

The liquid in the bottle sloshing recklessly back and forth. At his harsh action, a drunken whine left your alcohol-soaked lips. You didn't hesitate to reach out in failing attempts to grab the bottle back from a glaring Church, who was starting to raise the whiskey bottle over his head. Whiskey bottle out of reach, and with your drunk ass being too lazy and uncoordinated to stand up from the couch and reach for it yourself, you laid back down against the somewhat comfortable cushions.

"I had enough of you screaming your lungs about how you're going to kill everyone on Blue Team and yourself just because Caboose crashed something. Besides its what? Eleven pm right now? Lay off, old man." You scoffed your top lip curling into a snarl.

"How long have you been awake?" Church asked, his eyes watching your unsteady gaze that was wavering back and forth from him to what he was holding.

"Ten minutes." You said you started to get up this time just as Church scoffed in disgust. Clearly, there was no time limit when it came to drinking. 'It's always five o'clock somewhere.' was your overused excused when the Blue leader would catch you drinking. "Now give me." You drunkenly demanded.

"Interesting." Church droned on before a sigh slipped past his lips, your demand has his eyebrows drawing together in slight irritation. "Come get it then." The male stated, and to his own amusement, he started to back away from your position on the couch.

Church watched your unsteady movements, his feet were scooting back step by small step as he watched a sort of sparkling determination to drink some more. It was frustrating to your mind on why the male was backing more and more away from your clumsy footsteps. You swayed like a zombie that wasn't set on eating brains but just consuming the last bit of whiskey without a single regret. After a slow three minutes of a constant pattern of your sock covered feet sliding against the rough floor in sluggish movements, and Church backing up. The male had pressed his back against the wall, finally trapped. Your alcohol-soaked breath fanned against his face, and his nose scrunched slightly from the smell of it. Your drunk brain couldn't register how close you two were, noses just barely brushing up against each other and one hand was planted against his chest. Your weight settled on your tiptoes as you reached up to grab the bottle for the last time. Your other hand was grasping his scrawny, yet toned, arm.

Church stared at your flushed face thanks to intoxication, your hands were so warm against his cool skin and your chest was barely coming in contact with his own.

"Give me the drink already, you cunt." You growled out, weight swaying back and forth on your toes, that were cramping from holding your form up.

"Make me." Church challenged, his head dipping down slightly to stare you in the glazed over eyes. He was short, but he wasn't that short to still have a height advantage over you.

Call it stupidity and maybe you can blame the several bottles of alcohol you consumed but the tone in his voice for how he challenged you in the form of a tease, pushed your libido into action. The hand that was on his chest pushed Church more up against the wall. Dropping down onto your feet, you had leaned more into his chest and captured his lips in a swift kiss. To say Church wasn't expecting you to kiss him was an understatement, he wanted this. Whether he could admit it or not, but the male always wanted to kiss you; to touch you in ways that would make any girl blush. Dear God, maybe he hung around Tucker way too much to know how exactly to touch someone. He was too uptight to even pay attention, but even he couldn't stop his hands from moving on their own and settle wherever they pleased.

Wrapped up in the drunk kiss, his arm that held the bottle lowered and encircled your waist tightly. His other hand had moved to rest against your cheek, a shaky breath escaped his lips when your teeth had decided to bite down on his bottom lip and pull gently at the chapped flesh. His lungs were starting to burn slightly from the lack of oxygen but the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth.

It was starting to heat up fast in the room, and all Church wanted to do was make it even hotter with you. Pulling away from the kiss with bated breath, his lips were swollen and bitten to bits by your teeth that was tugging relentlessly at his bottom lip. You were both panting slightly out of breath nearly stealing oxygen from each other. From then you couldn't remember much but you had dragged Church into your room when you both heard the voices of Tucker and Caboose approaching the base. Drunken kisses mixed with heated quick bites were peppered along both of you, and slight bruises had decorated your hips when you woke up in your bed the next morning. Your throat was still sore from moaning and swallowing Church's dick whole when you went down on him. You woke naked in your twisted sheets that stunk heavily of sex and semen that had left more than one stain on your standard satin blue colored sheets. Church was nowhere to be seen and the only reminder you had of that day was his dark blue boxers that had still spots of precum that were tossed across your room. From that day on it turned into more quiet sex in your bedroom, or you dragging church by the chest plate to one of the caves and fuck him for as long as his libido could last.

Biting your lip, your gaze dropped slightly as your cheeks flushed in a slight embarrassing hue. For something so small as just screwing, that was caused by your drunken endeavors, had spiraled into something so complicated that it made your heart hurt a little more and flowers bloom in your lungs for that reason.

"You are royally fucked." Tucker spoke up once you managed to finally stop spilling your only secret about fucking his 'leader' of Blue Team.

A small snort escaped your mouth before you lifted your embarrassed gaze to lock eyes with Tucker, who was biting his bottom lip in an attempt to snicker or at least try to teasingly grin just to lighten the mood.

"Well I might not be entirely, I stayed up all night trying to break this stupid illness." You stated, reaching over behind his back to grab at the opened book that held pages of notes and different stupid solutions that could or couldn't work on you.

Handing the book to the male beside you, you had laid back on your bed. Bare feet dangling over the edge of your bed. One hand nestled against the back of your head to support it and the others was rubbing at your tingling chest. The too familiar feeling of coughing or at least feeling your chest flutter with an itchy feeling that would probably cause a new round of spasming coughs if you thought about it for too long. Since yesterday you haven't coughed since, and you would be damned sure if you had to cough again so early in the morning. The flipping of pages and the soft chuckles that escaped Tucker's mouth was a sure sign that he was reading through everything you had written down hastily. It'd be a huge shock if he could even read what the hell you wrote, maybe he was laughing at your illegible crackhead ideas.

"Lung transplant and move to Mexico. That's a new one." Tucker said, his shoulders lightly shaking in chuckles that were being held back in order to save your crumbling dignity.

"Well, it sounds stupid when you say it out loud, Lavernius." You muttered bitterly, eyebrows knitting in how absurd you probably sounded for backing up that idea.

"Found any ones that have seemed to be a sure-fire way?" Tucker finally closed your book once his eyes scanned over the last thing you wrote down and underlined multiple times in bold, black lines.

Distraction."A distraction. Maybe if I can find something to take my mind off Church I can officially force my heart to accept something new and allow those damn flowers to wilt and die." Moving your other hand behind your head, your shoulders rose in a soft shrug.

"Think anyone would be willing to let you screw them for a few days just to get over this asshole?" Tucker asked, his head turning to gaze down at you as you had laughed in response.

"No, it's not all going to be sexual you dingus. I just need a friend or someone to take my time and steer me clear from trying to fall even more for that ghost of a human being."

Tucker closed the book and rested it on the bed before he had plopped down next to you on his side. His eyes roamed over your face for a moment before he spoke up. Well if no one does volunteer, and you're out of options. I volunteer."

"I'm not going to fuck you." You deadpanned. You tilted your head to look at him straight on and you'd be damned if you didn't notice how close you two were laying next to each other.

"I didn't say that I'm just saying if you maybe wanted to you know where my room is." The male wiggled his eyebrows rather seductively or so he hoped. To you his little eyebrow wiggle made him look way too funny but it did put a slow spreading smile on your face.

"I'll keep that in mind." You replied with a roll of your eyes. You rose one hand without thinking and brought it to his nose to flick the end in a taunt. He had grabbed your hand once you had flicked his nose. Fingers had nearly wrapped around your own and the flush of warmth had pressed upon your open palm.

Your breath hitched in your throat unconsciously and your gaze automatically drew to his deep chocolate brown orbs. Neither of you spoke, but the shallow breathing that left your lungs was speaking volumes out loud. You didn't know who moved closer to each other but nose you could feel his breath on your face and the tip of his own nose was brushing against yours. For someone who seemed to be so terrible on making a move, or being a 'ladies man,' Tucker had gained a blush down his neck and over his entire face. He turned several shades into a rich red color from just his emotions alone. Tucker swallowed noisily like even he could sense the shifting atmosphere in your room. From what turned into just a casual air had shifted heavily into something so dense that left the air around you warmer and thick.

The fingers around your hand had squeezed gently and tugged it so it was placed around the back of his neck. Tucker moved slowly like he was scared that you'd shove him away and kick him out for even as just laying a hand on your body. Your other hand planted on his chest and you had moved until your chest was nearly brushing against the back of your hand. Tucker's other hand move to lay on your waist, fingers pressing against your side with the right amount of pressure that made you shiver in bliss. Here's your distraction, take it and forget about that asshole already. You nearly scolded yourself, and you'd be damned if you weren't about to let this chance go. You couldn't, you were so vulnerable and Tucker was leaning in already. With another shaky breath that slipped past your parted mouth, the male had captured your lips with his own chapped ones.

Tucker kissed like he practiced for this, or like he had too much experience. You doubted the latter, every time you decided to retaliate in his inappropriate advances it left him stuttering and biting down on his tongue way too quickly. Overall the pressure of his lips had left you sighing contently into his mouth, your body relaxed even more as his arms now moved to wrap around your waist and pull you more into his solid chest. The smell of Tucker overwhelmed your senses and the hints of men body wash had your mind growing numb with pleasure. Both arms were now wrapped around his neck and your fingers were playing with the hairs on the back of his neck; leaving him to shiver under your touch. It brought a smirk to the corner of your mouth without even breaking the kiss. His lips had easily parted your own and allowed his smooth tongue to invade every corner of your mouth.

A small moan that you didn't mean to let out had escaped from the intrusion. The pressure of the kiss deepened and your lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, but feeling lightheaded and kissing your teammate feverishly was something you didn't want to end. Finally, you pulled away, but not without sinking your teeth into his bottom lip and pulling at it lightly. A quiet groan had left Tucker, and the sound of panting filled the room. Your eyes locked once again for another moment before you started to lean in for another kiss.

A sharp knock had split you both apart and nearly had Tucker scrambling off your small bed. Your heart hammered in your chest from the sudden scare had you snap out of your short-lived libido of maybe screwing Tucker in your bedroom.

Your name was muffled behind the other side of the steel door by someone who was the last person you ever wanted to talk to. Texas. Running a hand through your hair, you spared a glance at Tucker who was trying to get his bearings. His lips were swollen from kisses and his eyes were glazed and dark, way darker than normal. The look he had nearly caused you to flock to his side again, but you couldn't with the black armored ex-freelancer standing outside your door. Taking in a quick breath you opened your door rather roughly and were face to face with a golden visor.

"May I help you?" You said, voice holding a bit of irritation. Your eyebrows twitched when Tex didn't respond but instead looked over your shoulder to see Tucker standing in the background. You hoped he managed to extinguish that heated look already, you didn't need Texas to ask you why the male looked like that.

"We need to talk," Texas spoke her gaze still glued to Tucker before her helmet tilted to now turn to face you once more. Your veins froze to icicles under your skin, and your eyes narrowed when she continued. "Alone."

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ayyyez · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Red vs. Blue Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Agent York (Red vs. Blue)/Reader, Locus | Samuel Ortez/Reader, Felix | Isaac Gates/Reader, Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue)/Reader, Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue)/Reader (more to come) Collection of old Red vs. Blue Characters x Reader Fics I wrote.

Some chapters have graphic content, others do not however each chapter will have warnings.

*Originally posted years ago to my Tumblr blog: rvbxreaderinserts. I have edited and polished them more to be reposted here.*

#red vs blue #rvb #red vs blue fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #reader inserts #agent washington #agent york #locus #samuel ortez #felix #isaac gates #wash #washington #scenarios

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elementalwriter67 · 6 years ago

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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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