Hi! Can i have prompt 21 from fluff/humor category? I have this idea about Grif being jealous of fem!RedTeam!reader friendship with Bitters. Like they get on very well and Bitters might even have some crush on reader, but Grif have unspoken feelings for her too and that is making him jealous and upset.
Gosh, I hope it doesnt sound weird.
Thanks for your works!!!
prompt: “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”
pairing: grif x redteam!reader, slight bitters x reader
summary: ever since you’ve been recruited into the new republic to save the rest of your team, you’ve gotten awfully close to bitters. grif doesn’t approve of the new friendship you two have made.
warnings: fem!reader, swearing, mutual pinning, tucker not being able to read the room, terrible communication skills!!!, all lowercase
word count: 1.2k (short but sweet!)
notes: thank you so much for the request!! it really means a lot <3 not my best work but i enjoyed making it nonetheless! let me know what you guys think :)
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“simmons, i’m telling you, she’s basically in love with him! she hasn’t left his side since he treated her to the dining hall!”
“grif, the food is free here. he wasn’t paying for anything.”
“maybe she likes cheap guys! i’m cheap! i could take her to the dining hall and we’d have a great time!”
“i think we need to re-evaluate your idea of a good time with a woman…”
the sound of their conversation travels through the cave as they make their way to the training grounds, supposedly to give their ‘orders’ to the new team they had to look after.
tucker, caboose, and the other lieutenants are already there once they arrive.
you and bitters arrive shortly after, walking side by side. you’re laughing at something he’s saying, and grif’s scowl deepens.
“see simmons? in love.”
you see grif as you walk closer to the group and brighten instantly. “grif! god, do i have a story for you! you wouldn’t believe what bitters just told me!”
simmons cringes inwardly when he sees grif tense.
maybe this was a bigger issue than he thought.
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“–and then wash came in! you should’ve seen his reaction!”
“uh huh.”
“god it was so funny!”
“i bet.”
“and then bitters–”
“yeah okay, i get it. he’s funny. is that all?”
you give him a confused smile. “uh..what?”
“i just don’t see why you have to talk about him all the time! it’s not like we see him every day!” you’re left shocked as he continues, “if he’s so funny, just go hang out with him instead!”
“grif wait-”
before you can even get another word in, he’s storming out of the building to god knows where.
probably the mess hall.
“…the fuck is his problem?”
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“and then he just stormed out! can you believe it?” you’re seated on the floor of the training ground, having just finished an intense drill led by wash.
“what’s up with him?” bitter replies, seated next to you.
“i wonder if i did anything to make him mad? we’ve always been on good terms… what could’ve set him off?” you lean back on your hands, looking up at the ceiling, “i did eat some of his food at the mess hall a few days ago.. maybe that’s it?”
“could be,” he feeds, sounding uninterested in the topic.
“but we always share, that can’t be it!”
“does it really matter?”
you turn to him, a small frown on your face, “what do you mean? of course it matters!”
“i mean, do you really think he’s going to stay mad at you? he’s too lazy to hold a grudge.” bitters looks at you with a small smirk, “plus, you have me. isn’t that enough?” he sounds a bit nervous.
“yeah… i guess you’re right. hopefully he gets over whatever he’s mad at soon.”
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“dude, what the fuck is his problem?” tucker is sitting next to simmons, watching grif stare daggers into the back of bitters head as you and him laugh at another table in the mess hall.
“he thinks she likes bitters. i’m trying to tell him he’s imagining things.” simmons sighs and takes another scoop of food. he's been dealing with this all weak, he needs a break.
“what? no way, she does not have the hots for bitters, of all people.”
grif perks up, looking at tucker, “why? did she say something?”
“what? no, it’s obvious. come on guys, it’s bitters. he’s lazy, boring, and never does anything he’s asked!”
“…”
“…”
“w-what? why are you guys staring at me like that? am i wrong?” all grif does is groan, turning his head to stare at you again.
“nice job, idiot.” simmons mutters.
“okay, not my fault,” tucker puts his hands up defensively, “but still, she totally doesn’t like him. i know when a chick likes a guy, trust me.”
“how can you even tell?”
tucker starts to list examples off on his hand, “if she likes him, she’ll spend all her time with him, find everything he says funny, and probably share intimate details about herself with him.” as he speaks, your laugh is heard again.
grif abruptly stands up, walking over to where you’re seated.
“…”
“…”
“i’m glad i’ve never had to ask you for any advice.”
“shut up.”
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your gaze has secretly been set on grif the whole time, perking up when he stands and walks over to you. he stops on the opposite side of the table, a look of determination in his eyes.
“grif! what’s up? everything okay?”
“can we talk?” he pushes out, his fingers twitching slightly.
“uh yeah! of course!” when you make no move to get up, he narrows his eyes at bitters.
“alone.”
bitters lets out a small scoff, frowning. you’re confused as you stand up, following grif out of the mess hall, waving to tucker and simmons on the way out.
tucker gives a mock salute and simmons mouths ‘good luck’.
what’s their deal?
you follow grif out as he leads you to the side of the building, turning on his heel and facing you. it’s silent for a moment.
he takes a deep breath, before talking, “i’m sorry i’ve been… avoiding you lately. i’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind and i haven’t been the best… friend to you.”
you smile, just happy that he’s talking to you again. “it’s okay. did anything happen? i was worried i did something.”
he gulps before continuing, “seeing you hanging out with bitters all of the time, doing stuff we always do, made me a bit upset, i guess. i didn’t–don’t– like seeing you with him.”
your head tilts, not picking up on the cue he was giving you. you chuckle softly, “what, are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”
“yes.”
“i–oh��� what?” your tongue twists, you feel the tips of your ears burn.
“i’m saying i like you, and i hate seeing you with bitters. he’s trying to take you away from me.”
your mouth gapes open, completely shocked from the turn of events, “you… like me?”
“since the first time we convinced simmons his non-existent cat died.”
you’re left standing there speechless, your mouth twitching before it breaks out into a huge smile, “seriously?”
“look, if you like bitters, i won’t get mad. i just need to have a long talk with hi– oomph!” he’s cut off when your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, crushing him in a hug.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear that!”
“i-what?” he’s the one left speechless now as you let go, staring deeply into his eyes.
“i like you too! i have for a while.”
grif freezes, staring at you in shock, “r-really? you aren’t messing with me?”
you give a confused smile, “messing with you? are you kidding? i was so scared that i was being too obvious around you! don’t even get me started on tucker’s advice–”
his lips smash against yours, hands coming up to rest on your jaw. your eyes widen, but you get over your shock quickly as you kiss him back slowly. it’s clumsy and awkward, teeth clashing and accidental nose bumping. it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.
slowly, as if not wanting to, your lips part from each other. his eyes flutter to yours, a nervous smile stretching on his face.
“to make up for lost time… how about we skip training and head back to your room? i found out where these guys store their emergency rations.”
you press your lips against his, smiling through the kiss. you pull away, winking, “i’ll go distract kimball.”
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