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snowyaika · 3 months

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pairing: felix x rebel!reader

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

word count: 2.2k

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

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

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

“tie up your loose ends.”

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

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

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

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

when felix showed up, everything changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

until everything wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

neither of you brought up how you never denied it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay, be safe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh my god, they’re fucking idiots.

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

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

for fucks sake, where could he have gone?

your question gets answered shortly after.

“...felix?”

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

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

you were left behind.

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

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

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

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

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

“i knew i’d find you here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just how he taught you.

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

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

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

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

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

“that i wish you never had trusted me.”

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

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

#rvb felix #rvb felix x reader #felix x reader #red vs blue #rvb #rvb x reader #red vs blue x reader #x reader #rvb locus #rvb tucker #rvb grif

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Valhalla- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 14th, 2023

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

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

Word count: 843

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

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

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

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

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

Simmons and Tucker face palmed.

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

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

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

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

“Lopez is right!” Sarge nodded.

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

“We can’t take Y/N-”

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

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

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

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

“I love fairytales!” Donut cheered.

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

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

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

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

“Lavernius!” Y/N scolded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carolina?” The two ex-freelancers asked.

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

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

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writingwarden · 2 years

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#24110

Locus x fem!Reader

TW: Drinking, Violence (punching), Harassment in a club

Word Count- 1539

Part 2

When on a job with the mercenaries a man decides to get handsy with reader. Locus doesn't like this and does something about it.

Another nightclub, great. Where did Felix even find this place? We were here to meet with some drug lord. Apparently he had pissed off some powerful people and they wanted us to take care of it. They stressed the part where it had to be discreet. So Felix was posing as a potential client and me and Locus were stuck on the bar posing as a couple. Our part was to act as surveillance and wait for Felix to give us the signal that the job was done. All he had to do was get the guy by himself and kill him. Mason couldn’t make it, something about his wife wanting to visit her parents. Loser. A lucky loser but a loser nonetheless.

But back to us, sitting at the bar. Locus had ordered us drinks, getting a French 75 for himself and an espresso martini for me. Other than that he was acting very closed off and I was growing bored of trying to talk to him only for him to brush me off.

Some couple we were being.

So I decided to try my luck on some poor soul. Maybe I can get lucky tonight. I will not deny that I am decently attractive, I don’t care if that sounds vain. I know my worth. I could probably pull most people I set my eyes on for the night, so why did my brain decide Locus [who was the definition of stoic] of all people, was the most attractive fucker on this planet. It’s not like he was my business partner or that he has gone out of his way to save my ass on a few missions. Or that he makes me feel safe and brings me food if he learns I haven’t eaten.

No, Not at all.

And it's like the gods heard my thoughts because I feel a man slide up next to me. “What's a pretty thing like you doing here?” There's a slight slur in his voice. I look over and he’s mildly handsome. Not my usual type but I can make it work.

“Oh you know, I wanted a little fun and decided here was the place to find it.” I made sure to look him up and down and bat my eyelashes. I heard a low grunt from Locus, probably telling me to knock it off and focus.

“My name's Brandon but you can call me yours tonight.” he said as his eyes drifted down towards my chest. Men, they're so easy. I was about to respond when I heard Locus get up and begin to leave. It couldn’t have been Felix Because he was supposed to walk up to the other side of the bar and radio us. I not so secretly watched him as he walked towards the restrooms. This Brandon didn’t see as he was signaling the bartender. I couldn't hear what he ordered but the bartender poured two shots immediately. He handed one to me and I’m not about to turn down free drinks. So I knocked it back and smiled at him and he smiled back. I had realized there was something unnerving about it. We had barely talked and the vibe was just not right. Maybe he was just desperate for some and was playing it up. And I was bored so I let him talk.

It wasn’t till he put his hand on my leg and tried to slide it up my thigh when I decided to stop him. “Look love, I’m not feeling the same spark you seem to be.” I say as I grab his hand and remove it. His face twists into a look of annoyance. Part of me was kind of wishing Locus would come back or Felix would finish before this could escalate. But I decided that I’m just gonna let this play out; although Locus would tear me a new one for causing a scene, Felix is gonna get a kick out of this one.

“Oh come on sweetheart, you said you were looking for fun. Well, fun is right here.” he said, reaching for my leg again. I intercepted his hand before it could touch me and that's when he got angry. Grabbing at my shoulder hard he was borderline yelling as he said, “You have some audacity to come into my club and try to turn me down after I bought you drinks!”

He started to say more when a black gloved hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him backwards forcefully. The hand belonged to none other than Locus and he looked pissed.

“I suggest you rethink your actions before you speak to my girl here again.”

His Girl? Oh I liked that.

“Well your girl is a whore” the fool spat out.

Well, that was the worst move possible.

Locus without a second's hesitation whirled him around and punched him right in the face. Now that was hot. Just after that I see Felix walking towards the bar, looking bewildered. The idiot was on the floor and I noticed a crowd had began to form so I grabbed Locus’s arm before he could swing again. “We should probably get out of here” I said as I motioned towards Felix who was still looking confused.

Locus looked at me and then at the man on the ground and just sighed. Looking at Felix I began towards our exit. I waited in the car for a minute before they both came out of the club. The air was tense. Felix however decided to ignore that and relayed the details of what happened with the drug lord. The job itself was a success. Now all there was to do was to collect the money and move on to the next.

Felix had found us a semi-nice hotel on the city edges a few hours earlier. Felix decided he wanted a separate room but neither me or Locus can sleep in a room by ourselves. Always needing backup just in case. So we parted with our goodnights and went to our rooms. He hadn’t spoken to me since the club and the silence was killing me. And then the most cliché thing happened, we got to the room and there was only one bed. Just great. This is what we get for letting that rat book our rooms. It seemed to be king size and there was a reclining chair next to the desk. We looked at each other, as if we were coming to some agreement. The bed was big enough to share and still have space. So we stepped in and sat our bags down.

Silently he headed straight for the bathroom with his night clothes and when he came back out I did the same. Digging through my bag I realized I had forgotten shorts out of all things. So I decided to grab a pair out of his bag. We shared clothes all the time so it's not like it will matter. I had just walked out when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” Ah, so he hadn’t lost his voice.

Warring with myself I decided to just speak the truth and end this little dance. “Why would that have made me uncomfortable? Honestly it was kind of hot.” I said walking across the room to turn on the tv. When I got no reply I turned around to see Samuel Ortez, The Locus, one of the most feared mercenaries, blushing. His face was a dark crimson as he looked at me. Holy shit. That's cute. But why, I’ve always been blunt when it came to feelings. Especially when it came to flirting with him.

“What is this? I mean, what do you want?” He said, gesturing to the space between us. It feels like I’m dreaming. He doesn’t do the whole feelings thing. This is so out of character but I’ll be damned if I let it slip away.

Grinning, I began to walk to him. He leans back slightly and I take that chance to slide into his lap. He tenses up and I begin to think I’ve gone too far when he slowly sits his hands on my hips. Like he’s afraid I’ll shatter. If I wasn’t in love before I am most definitely now. Pulling his hand to my lips and kissing the now bruising knuckles. “I thought it was pretty clear on what I want,” I uncurl his hand and press it to my cheek, “I want you. All of you, even the most brutal parts.”

He locks eyes with me, then looks down at my lips, then back at my eyes. I start to say he can when he just does it. His lips are surprisingly soft and I can still taste the liquor on him. I could kiss this man forever, I've decided. He pulled back for air and just looked at me. There was nothing to say because nothing had felt so right before. Just to be in each other's arms. Eventually I slid off him and he made a small noise of disapproval.

“Relax, I’m just turning off the light.” I said, doing so while he got under the covers. Walking back to the bed he pulled me back into his arms. And that's how we stayed till morning.

[A/n- Very self indulgent brain rot]

#rvb locus #red vs blue locus #locus and felix #red vs blue x reader #red ve blue oneshot #24110 #red vs blue felix #x reader #felix mcscouty #Red vs Blue #samuel ortez #red vs blue fanfic #might write a part 2 #agent washington #lavernius tucker #halo

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shutthehellupcaboose · 9 months

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This person chose to remain anonymous but agreed to let me share!

This is how the writing comission goes! 🥰 thank you again to the sweet wonderful gem who commissioned me!

Description : • 0% Attention span, 100% ego

• Either hyperfixating on a craft or a video game

• Shark sympathizer

• Skincare enthusiast

• Sorry in advance for never making a decision

• If you unlock a niche interest of mine I will not shut up about it

outside of that info I'm just generally a compassionate, sarcastic human that gets a little too invested in things

RESULT:

I ship you with TUCKER!!!

A bit of an ego you say? Tucker also is a bit egotistical, but he absolutely hypes you up, he lives for your confidence and will happily cheer you on!

Sharks! Tucker loves how you like sharks, something about the way you talk about them fascinated him, sure he liked sharks before. Chicks dig sharks (or was it tanks? Either way) he loves the way you talk about them! And will happily take you on a date to the aquarium.

He may even buy a shark plushie and name it after you!

Skincare enthusiast? Tucker likes the sound of being pampered some times, maybe not to the extent of Donut of course, but usually he would just wash with whatever was around.

Tucker would 10000% let you do a full skincare routine on him, he also wouldn't mind doing it to you! But he has no idea what goes where so careful he may get the face mask in your eyebrow, he's not exactly careful, but he's trying.

Tucker does not mind making the choices if he has to, he will learn pretty quickly what you're interested in and what you like so he can give you exactly that.

Dinner? Your fave! Of course he remembered, you can't decide on colors for art? Tucker has you! He will give you his best opinion and encourage you that you know exactly what you're doing!

When Tucker found out he could get you talking about anything and everything that sparked your interest Tucker took instant advantage of this.

He would mention something offended but purposeful especially if he sees you bummed out.

Seeing you light up and start babbling about something you love only makes Tucker fall harder for you.

The sarcasm, the way you can confuse and tease Church and Caboose makes him laugh.

That's actually when he started falling in love with you.

When he heard your jokes, hearing your sarcastic remarks , yet seeing you so nice and sweet to those who needed it.

He was nervous to tell you he had a child and even more nervous to tell you that that child was a 6 foot alien baby that he got pregnant with years ago, that is literally his world.

Maybe it wasn't instant but he would tell you.

Fully ready to accept you wouldn't wanna date him after finding out.

But he felt confident and comfortable when you asked him more about Junior and even more after you called him a "good dad". Which ended up with a bow chicka bow wow from him.

He trusts you the most, and will come to you when he needs to, sometimes he just wants to hold you and maybe he just needs a few hugs here and there.

I wonder if you could make an honest man out of this aqua space marine!

#rvb #rvb shipping #lavernius tucker #Agent Tucker #red vs blue #tucker rvb #rooster teeth #a thousand thank yous for the commision #x reader #x reader commisions #tucker x reader #my partner and friends heard me excitedly spilling about my first commission #i was so excited #again thank you so much

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love-beyond-space-war · 3 months

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Hi hii <33 im so glad i found your blog, ive been looking for someone who writes for halo at all but seeing that you also write for rvb, i have to come on here and ask.... Possibility of getting a church/epsilon x reader ?? it kind of makes sense (?) that i cant find any fics for him but im still p :( about it lolol i dont have many ideas, im not the most creative but i was thinking maybe something with reader's reaction to seeing him return after he and carolina disappeared for that time on chorus?? or just the two of them catching up or smth similar <333 i understand if this is a strange request or if you dont want to do it at all <3 thank you for taking the time to read me rambling a bit lolol

I haven't seen Chorus in awhile so I took my own liberties with this ^^ Despite that... hope you enjoy. I haven't written a regular fic in awhile, I've been very involved with my main blog lately. Sorry if I made it too short :( Trying to get back into the swing of things and I'm battling a cold!

Not proofread fully, sorry for any mistakes!

We Meet Again

Church (Epsilon) x Reader

Synopsis: You and Epsilon/Church have a heart to heart chat upon meeting again on Chorus. It's not the happiest reunion....

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader, Angst, Vaguely follows canon, Possible OOC Church.

You weren't sure if you were happy or upset at the return of Epsilon. Part of you was still bitter at the fact he left with Carolina. Yet at the same time... you knew he had his reasons.

You're just being bitter by ignoring him, aren't you?

"Look... I understand you're mad at me. Tucker and Wash are too. But... could you please just listen to me when I say I'm sorry?" Epsilon... Church... pleads to you as he hovers by your helmet.

"Church..." You find yourself finally saying, the hologram beside you perking up. "I know... I just... I wish I could've come with."

"You know you couldn't... it would be too dangerous-" Church tries to reason only to be shot a glare.

"Oh really? Like what we all just went through wasn't?" You hiss at the hologram. Church appears to realize his mistake before responding.

"I didn't know you'd be in danger! Not until me and Carolina looked for answers! I thought you'd be fine-" Church rambles, sitting his hologram by your shoulder.

"We all make mistakes...." You whisper, noticing the AI's panic.

"I can only calculate so many possibilities, I'm sorry! I guess I should've thought harder when it came to you and the rest...." Church continues to speak. His tone makes you feel guilty for being so bitter. It's not like he meant to leave you....

You clear your throat, fully turning yourself to look at Church. You're so happy the others left you two alone. They knew how close you were with the AI and his distraught/angry you were when he left.

It was best to just leave you two to work things out while a plan against Felix and Locus is prepared.

"Okay, Church, please calm down-" You try to say Church looking back at you. You don't need to read his face to know how he's feeling.

When it comes to you... he feels guilty.

"I'm sorry... I want you to know I and the others care for you." Church sighs, small holographic form standing in front of you.

"Your fragments?" You ask, only for Church to nod.

"I... even like this... just want to protect those I care for. That includes you. I care for you so much." Church whispers. "If I lost you due to a miscalculation... I... it might feel like losing her all over again."

You know who Church is talking about as immediately reach out your hand for comfort. You pause for a moments, remembering he's a hologram, but still try to show comfort. Church accepts the attempt, snorting a bit at your attempt.

"I get it now. We're both worried for one another. I'm still happy to see you both. I just... have missed you a lot." You admit. "You're scared to lose me... and I'm scared to lose you again."

"... I won't leave you anymore, then." Church says after a pause to think. "You won't have to worry anymore."

"Church... do whatever you need to do, I was just being bitter." You admit. "You shouldn't just worry about me."

Church stops you from speaking and steps closer to your visor.

"Hey... I care about you and the others more than anything. I want you to know that I... love you and the others. They get on my nerves... but-"

"I love you too, Church." You smile. "I love you and I forgive you."

"... you do?"

"Of course." You say softly. "... I wish I could hug you right now but just telling you so works for now."

Both you and Church seem more at ease when you say that. You see the AI flicker in embarrassment at your words but you can tell he's reassured. You hope he can reconcile with the others just as easily.

"It doesn't matter what happened in the past... we'll protect each other now." You promise with a smile before standing up. "You coming to meet with the others?"

"Sure... we do have other matters to attend to, don't we?" Church agrees before following you. You give him a smile, albeit with a bittersweet tone.

"Unfortunately, we do, but we'll do it together."

With that, you're off to plan.

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mexicancarolina · 5 years

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Good enough (Tucker x Fem!Blue!Reader)

Pairing: Tucker x Fem!Blue!Reader Rating: Mature (+18) Warning(s): Oral sex, Hairpulling, Light dirty talk Prompt: #206 I’m never going to leave + #207 You look so good with your lips stretched around me like that. After the capture of your teammates, Tucker has been working hard and putting way too much pressure on himself. You decide it’s time for you to take matters in your own hands to help him out.

Tucker was so done with all the loss and doubt of himself, of everything that seemed to be crashing down on him since you had crashed in Chorus. He was so scared of losing it all, of losing all that he had now and so much cherished. Like you, his one true love.

You had sensed all of the stress on him for several weeks, knowing what kind of issues he was going through. Yet, Tucker wouldn’t let you get involved with his personal hell. Seemed like he had forgotten that you were his and he was yours. That you had to face difficulties together when in trouble.

So, it was a huge success to get him locked into a room where you could talk without him worrying about too much at once.

“Let me out. This is not funny!” He snarled at you as you stood in front of the door to prevent him from leaving.

“Not until you calm the fuck down, Lavernius.” You said sternly, pushing a metal chair for him to sit down against the wall.

Of course, he plopped down on it like an angry child.

“You are scaring everyone.” You started. “You are scaring me by how you are acting. You are never like this, what is the matter?”

“I’m tired.”

Silence.

“Tucker...” You said softly, “I know you want to find the guys, but you are pushing yourself too hard...” You reached to put your hands on his shoulders as a reassuring touch. “We all are worried about you.”

Tucker couldn’t avoid your gaze, those beautiful eyes looked straight into his soul, so full of concern and love, as he stared into them, the gloomy feelings inside him died down. He sighed heavily

“I haven’t been sleeping these past days. I need to think about how to get the guys back. And I feel like...” Like I’m not good enough to do this.

Tucker watched as you lowered down to your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs to get a good look at his face. “You know I’m never going to leave you to face all of this by yourself.”

“Babe...You’ve been so hard on yourself. You need to take a break.” Your face softened in a smile. That kind of smile made him fall apart; it was like finding a drop of water in the unforgiving desert.

“Take a break. Yeah, right. I don’t even know how to take one anymore.” He mocked, only for his face to flare up when your hands went higher towards his crotch.

“Oh, Tuck...You do know-how.” You smiled innocently and that completely killed him.

Suddenly his pants felt really, really tight.

“Oh.” A grin curved his lips, “What are you thinking? I would love it if you could teach me how I can take a break.”

You nodded your head eagerly, running your hands along his thighs in soothing motions only to stop on his crotch and gently palm the bulge forming there.

His cheeks were burning, heart thumping excitedly as he watched you reach for the waistband of his sweats to pull them down. Tucker lifted his hips so you could slide them enough to fish out the hardening length and give it a firm stroke that made him groan helplessly.

You grinned, running your hand through all of him and coating it with the beads pre-cum that leaked from the tip. When his hips bucked as if he were fucking your hand, you looked up at him with mischief shining in your eyes.

“What is it?” You asked, watching the red dusting his dark skin that contrasted so well with yours. “Do you want me to put my mouth on you that badly?”

Tucker only let out a stutter, and before he could tell you whatever he was going to say, you covered the tip of his cock with your mouth. He leaned back on the chair, with a low groan escaping him.

You would have smiled at the reaction if your mouth wasn’t occupied by Tucker. You were slow, taking an inch at the time, looking into his eyes to enjoy the expressions he made every time you took him deeper. When you were down to the base, he had his fingers tangled in the locks of your hair, massaging your scalp and making a moan leave you.

You bobbed your head, sliding your lips up and down, tongue pressed against the underside when you picked up the pace.

“You look so good with your lips stretched around me like that.“ Tucker hissed out through gritted teeth, pulling slightly at your hair to just keep it out of the way.

There was an ache between your legs that did not go unnoticed, and you could handle it by slipping one of your hands down into your pants. You felt lightheaded, but you were more than sure that Tucker was enjoying the sight of you with your mouth obscenely full of his cock and your hand inside your pants as you touched yourself.

Tucker soon pushed you off him with a moan, enjoying how you licked your lips eagerly. “Let me help you...” He whispered, standing from the chair. He loved how dazzled your eyes looked and he resisted the urge of manhandling you and press you against the wall and just take you there.

Instead, you stood up, licking your fingers clean and climbing into the chair with your face pressed against the wall. Watching this, his face heated up, cock throbbing with need.

He reached for your hips, pulling the grey pants down along with your underwear down to your knees. You shook with every touch of his hands and he drank up in that feeling of power that suddenly overtook him.

He took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before he pressed the tip against your entrance, barely pushing in.

You moaned, pressing your hands against the wall and just, waiting. Feeling his warm calloused hand caressing your thigh, up towards your ass, squeezing the soft globes of flesh.

“You look so pretty like this.” The muttered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and delivering a sweet kiss to your shoulder blade. Moving his hips forwards steadily, he enjoyed the tight, wet and warm feeling of you surrounding his senses as he spread you around his cock.

You turned your head to look at him, eyes dazzled and blown wide. And you shut them tightly with the first sudden thrust, opening your mouth to let out a broken cry of pleasure.

Every time he snapped his hips forward a different sound of pleasure left your lips. Tucker grinned, covering your body with his and letting the animalistic part of him take over, thrusting mercilessly into you until you were shaking and almost screaming out his name.

His hands wandered to your front, one into your shirt and the other one between your legs, giving you the proper attention you deserved so much.

Your hips bucked in time with his, feeling how he reached all the right spots inside you, igniting every nerve of your body on fire. A fine line of drool traced the corner of your mouth when you couldn’t keep silencing yourself from the lewd sounds leaving your throat

Tucker let out a loud groan of pleasure, feeling your velvety walls convulsing around him. Something was burning inside his belly, that told him he was not far from ending, so lost in the haze and the pleasure. He could tell that you were not far either.

You cried out his name, helplessly and with a broken voice. Your body went stiff and your eyes rolled inside of your head when your orgasm hit you. Stars exploded behind your eyelids and your body shook violently, walls tightening around him and milking him dry.

Tucker cursed loudly as he spilled himself into you. He breathed on your skin, on the scent of sweat and sex that now lingered on you, and withdrew when the heat between your bodies became too much to bear.

His eyes gazed down, watching his seed drip out of you, with a red face and a grin of satisfaction on his lips when you struggled to put your pants and your underwear back on, embarrassed by his staring.

You stood, finding your footing to not fall because your legs felt far too wobbly to even let you stand completely straight. A smile of bliss adorned your flushed face when you turned to look at your boyfriend as he tucked himself into his sweats, gifting you a gentle smile.

He leaned in to kiss you, a chaste kiss full of love. “Thank you, I really appreciate you do this for me.”

“My pleasure, really.” You sighed, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear, “I was really worried for your well-being...You really needed to blow some steam off.” You joked, taking your time to fix your shirt and your hair.

Tucker, out of the blue and leaving all joked aside, drew you close to him in a loving embrace. “Let’s go hit the showers, okay, babe?” He asked, feeling something flutter deep inside his chest.

With you, he felt like he was good enough.

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angelsunflowers-fanfics · 3 years

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Church x Blue!reader x Tucker (Love triangle on Blue team)

Fandom: Red Vs Blue

Request: Tucker x reader x Church #99 3rd person:Tucker and Church subtly fight(not physically) for the reader. And also because I KNOW that that’s a quote from the show

Genre: Fluff

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The Canyon seemed hotter than normal on this particular day and of course, (y/n)’s built-in air conditioning in their suit broke which meant that they had to take other measures to cool off.

With little effort, (y/n) popped off their helmet to gain some fresh air into their system. And of course, that was the moment when Church walked out of the blue base to see (y/n) stripping themself of their armor.

Church and Tucker’s conversation could be heard just around the corner, “--I’m just saying, what’s the point of a tank if you can’t pick up chicks.” Church found himself questioning all of his life choices until this moment to find himself in a debate with Tucker about picking up girls.

“Tucker, for the last time, You can’t pick up chicks in a tank. Besides, what chicks are you going to pick up? There's no one here but us and the reds,” Church argued.

Tucker was silent for a moment before he lifted his head to speak again, but didn’t get the chance to as Church has already left the vicinity to avoid continuing this stupid conversation.

But upon leaving, Church had stumbled upon (y/n) stripping themself of their armor just outside the base.

“Jesus, what the hell are you doing, Rookie?” Church asked, utterly confused at the scene before him. (y/n) could only roll their eyes at the nickname while they continued with taking every piece of armor off of their body. Church had called them rookie for years now, he said it was because nobody new had shown up yet.

"I'm taking my armor off because it's too damn hot and the cooling system inside my suit is broken. Are you gonna help me or not?" (y/n) asked.

Church glanced around the base for a few moments before he stepped forward to help. Of course, it was at that moment Tucker decided to pop out from where he was hiding, still in his debate about tanks and girls.

"Whoa! Are we stripping now? 'Cause I-" Before Tucker could continue his obscene statement about stripping and no doubt, sex, Church interrupted him with a harsh glare and continued helping (y/n) with getting the heavy armor off.

“Tucker, just, shut up,” Church grumbled.

As the last piece of armor finally fell off, (Y/n) let out a loud sigh of relief and stretched, happy to be free of the confining armor.

It was no secret that Church and Tucker harbored romantic feelings for their fellow blue, and since finding out each other’s secret on the same person, they had been subtly fighting for their affection and attention.

(Y/n) brushed past the two fighting blues and headed into the base to find Caboose waiting for them patiently on the couch. They were the only one who he listened to.

“Mx (y/n)! Mx (y/n)! Can we make cookies and cuddle?” Caboose asked.

(y/n)’s face melted into a soft smile for Caboose, they had always held a soft spot for him. He was the first one to be nice to them when they first showed up on the base.

“Of course, Caboose,” (y/n) said As they headed into the kitchen to start baking for the third time that week, Tucker and Church quickly followed, they had a few questions for their potential love interest.

“Wait, wait, wait… You let Caboose call you by your first name and cuddle?” Tucker asked.

Neither Church nor Tucker looked pleased with the situation. They had a few questions for (y/n) and seeing them out of their armor and baking wasn’t going to distract them.

Most likely.

It was going to distract Tucker at the very least.

Tucker glanced at Church with a particular look as (y/n) put their hair back up, showing off the nape of their neck. Church already knew that it was going to be more difficult than normal to speak with them looking like that.

“Why does it bother you two? Did either of you want to cuddle with me or call me by my first name? … or to be called by your given name?" (y/n) asked, teasing the two.

Church brushed off the completely true accusation, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive manner.

“No--” But, before he could say much, Tucker interrupted to say the exact opposite.

“Yes, Oh my god. Baby, please,” Tucker pleaded. Church watched with an unamused look as Tucker walked behind (y/n) and placed his arms around them, lips only millimeters from their neck. “I would love it if you called me by my first name, please?”

Church rolled his eyes at the interaction but didn’t move from his spot. He wanted to be that close to (y/n) as well, but it seemed as if the three of them were stuck in a love triangle.

“Lavernius~” (y/n) teased his name, whispering it.

Tucker felt his heart melt at the sound of the person he was interested in calling him by his first name. Their voice seemed to purr out the name, his lips finally met the nape of her neck which brought endless shivers down their spine as they started to bake.

Church finally had enough of this and grabbed Tucker by the back of his armor and dragged him out of the kitchen telling him to watch Caboose. Tucker didn’t want to of course but after his encounter with (y/n), he was satisfied for now.

Church scratched the back of his neck after popping off his helmet, entering the kitchen once more to talk to (y/n) one-on-one. It was always easier that way, just the two of them.

It was probably why he always asked them for the company on morning patrols.

“Do you need any help?” (y/n) almost jumped at the sound of Church’s voice but slowly settled back into the speed of baking at a leisurely pace as Church hesitantly stepped into the kitchen, wanting to help (y/n) but not knowing what they needed or if they even wanted him in the kitchen.

"I forgot to grab the chocolate chips so if you'd grab that for me, it'd be a big help," (y/n) mentioned.

Church scanned the room for a few seconds before he found the item in the cabinet above (y/n)'s head. Church bit on the inside of his cheek nervously before he pressed his body against (y/n)'s. He couldn’t feel anything, but God, did he wish he didn't have his armor on at the moment.

Slowly, Church set down the bag before backing away from (y/n)'s body hesitantly.

“… So what are the plans for the evening?” Church hesitantly asked.

Usually, Church would have left by now to retreat to his room and ponder over his feelings for a fellow blue and how he came to like the same person as Tucker of all people. But he didn’t.

Church genuinely wanted to spend time with (y/n) at the very least.

(y/n) finally popped the cookies into the oven before they turned to look at Church but paused to look at his face. It wasn’t every day that they got to see him without his helmet on.

The stare (y/n) was sporting caused Church to shift uncomfortably in his spot. He usually didn’t like to take his helmet off unless he was in his room alone, or with (y/n) of course, but it had been quite a while since he had done so again.

"W-why are you staring at me like that?" Church managed to blurt the sentence out as he rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness. But being around (y/n) always made him nervous. Just being in the same room as them made him feel like a teenager again with the butterflies exploding in his stomach and his face blooming when they gave him that smile like he had done the most amazing thing for them, even if it was only something small in actuality.

“Sorry, It’s just been awhile since i’ve seen your face… You’re pretty,” (y/n) explained to him, snapping themself out of their staring.

Church didn’t know what he was expecting after a long staring contest with (Y/n) but it wasn’t them calling him pretty. But he wasn’t going to argue with them. (y/n) walked up to Church they before gently pressed a kiss to the side of his face, they gave him a smile that made him feel all too soft inside. And before Church could return with a kiss to their lips, they stepped into the living room with Caboose and Tucker.

Church let his eyes follow (y/n) into the living room and situate themself next to Tucker, sliding their hand into his with ease.

Church didn’t understand what was going on, but he did know that he liked (y/n) and Tucker liked (y/n) and (y/n) liked both of them.

But for now, that was okay.

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elementalwriter67 · 5 years

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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.

#dexter grif x reader #dexter grif imagine #grif x reader #red vs blue x reader #red vs blue imagine #rvb x reader #rvb imagine #x reader #reader insert #geneder neutral reader #grif x you #tucker x reader #sarge x reader

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lesbiaseagull · 5 years

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Hi there! Can I request a RvB matchup please? I'd prefer boys. I'm a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes. I'm very introverted and people usually don't notice me, but when someone is interested in me I try to be open. I prefer calm activities like listening to music, drawing (not professionally) or learning languages, watching stars and nature. I can be moody, jealous and selfish sometimes, but I try to cope with it. I can easily burst into laughter even about stupid funny things. Thanks!

I match you with Lavernious Tucker!

(We’re gonna act like this matchup takes place after his character development)

He finds it cute that your hair and your eyes are the same colour. He doesn’t mind that you’re introverted, but he does try his best to get your attention, and he sure as hell won’t stop until he gets it. You may not think you can draw well, but I bet he would encourage you and try and give you inspiration to never give up on art. He’ll mess with you when you’re moody, but he’s not trying to annoy you, and he definitely gets the jealousy issue, and I’m convinced he has it worse then you. He’ll also try his best to get you too laugh.

#rvb #matchups #lavernious tucker #rvb x reader #lavernious tucker x reader

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submarinefleet · 6 years

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Not Dead Yet

Lavernius Tucker x Reader

Content: Gender-Neutral Reader, Fluff, Nonsexual, Kissing, Mild language, Reader high off of pain medication, Brief mention of injury, Descriptions of blood loss

Luckily, the Feds also had painkillers. Lots, and lots of painkillers.

You stumbled out of the jungle 48 hours after the attack.

The plates of your armor were coated with dried blood and soot; your kevlar underarmor was torn; and you were half dead from exhaustion and blood-loss. Your ears were ringing, and sparks were dancing at the corners of your vision. You were moving forward with lead feet on sheer willpower alone.

What saved you, really, was the New Republic-Federal Army union. Because the two factions were able to combine their supply stockpiles, every New Republic soldier got equipped with a bio-foam pen for the first time in forever. Yours ended up making the difference between dying from blood-loss, and just having an obvious—and painful—chest wound.

The Feds spotted you first. You suppressed the instinctive fight-or-flight reaction, and instead let them guide you into the sun-warmed truck bed of a warthog missing its turret attachment. Your eyelids fluttered a few times—threatening to close and stay that way—but the Fed who hopped up to ride with you in the back refused to let you fall asleep. You were just ornery enough to ignore him, however-- and spent most of the ride in a doze.

Lady Bones was waiting at the base they brought you to. She flew in on a pelican first thing when it went out over comms that you'd been found. You let yourself relax fully when she called your name, and jogged up with a handful of Feds carrying an empty stretcher.

“It's Bones,” she said, while two Feds straightened you out in preparation for lifting you. You started to open your mouth to correct her, that you already knew it was her, but your voice failed you.

“I'm here now,” Lady Bones continued. “Can you understand me?”

After a moment of trial and error, you garbled out something like an affirmative.

Strong, armored limbs pressed under your upper back and legs, and then the bed of the truck fell away. Your head swam through space before the stretcher floated up to catch you. The sudden movement caused your ears to start ringing again, and your body to start buzzing like it was full of discontented bees. You couldn't hear Lady Bones' next question over the din, and watched with mild fascination as she fruitlessly repeated herself several times.

Finally, you heard her—voice forced into a calm, even tone. “Please focus on my voice. I see that you have a chest wound. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You shook your head limply. Not a great idea. Your ears started ringing again from the movement, and your vision blackened at the edges like a paper in a fire-- charring, and curling in on itself.

“You're okay now,” Lady Bones' muffled voice soothed. “You're going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you.”

Oh good, you thought. Half sardonic, half sincerely relieved.

Light dimmed in the haze of your eyelashes as the stretcher passed through a doorway, and cut off the afternoon sun. Lady Bones said a few more things you didn't catch, as your eyes flickered around in what was becoming a light, buzzy stupor.

A few minutes later, you finally allowed yourself to fall unconscious.

You drifted close to consciousness a few times. There was a room; a moving, bright green light; a few ambient, friendly-looking people-shapes.

You heard a familiar voice at one point, that drew your mind closer to the surface. Not Lady Bones. The voice—he—sounded scared. You tried to grasp at full consciousness—feeling for some reason like it was absolutely crucial you got up and comforted him—but you fell away again.

When you finally woke up, a man in turquoise—aqua you corrected yourself—power armor was standing in the doorway with his helmet missing and his back to you; talking to someone. He seemed like a very friendly shade of blue, so you smiled warmly at his back, and looked around the room-- idly trying to catch some of what they were saying out of mild curiosity, but otherwise unconcerned. You felt wonderful.

Your head and body were all light and floaty, and nothing hurt. The room around you was very drab and gray—pretty standard for a military bunker—but it was all fuzzy around the edges, and somehow quite pleasing and comforting to look at. You were wearing a hospital gown that was three sizes too big; and you were physically ensconced so deeply within a soft mound of bed-sheets and pillows, it was almost like you were the cookie garnish trapped in a big fluffy pudding.

An aqua helmet was on a nearby chair, looking worn and friendly, and you smiled at it. You tried to reach for it, but something tugged on your arm, and your eyes dropped to inspect what had happened. There was a thin line of medical tubing extending from the underside of your forearm, to an IV bag hanging at your bedside. You picked curiously at where the tubing disappeared under your skin.

The voices in the doorway fell silent, and you paused in toying with your IV to look up. The man in aqua was looking at you, and you smiled at him again. “Hi!” You croaked cheerfully.

He became a blur and you lost track of him for a moment, but then he was at your bedside and oh-so-gently lifting your hand away from your IV. You let him. “Hey,” his voice was a little haggard and gravely from lack of sleep, but had this warm quality of familiarity to it-- and sounded very relieved. “You shouldn't mess with that.”

“Oh, sorry!” You gave one of his gauntleted fingers an apologetic squeeze, and studied his face while he lifted the helmet free of the chair so he could sit down in its place.

He looked just as tired as he sounded, but it couldn't disguise the fact that he was perhaps the most gorgeous person you had ever seen. His eyes, in particular, were quite striking, despite the dark circles under them-- they were a very deep, warm, lovely shade of brown, and the look he was giving you while he held your hand and studied you right back was impossibly kind and loving.

Having this incredibly attractive person looking at you like that made your face feel very hot, and you bit your lip shyly. “Uh, hi.” You giggled a little headily. He was still holding your hand. “Do I know you? You're... really pretty.”

Instantly his eyebrows shot up, and the tired look on his face all but vanished as a grin split his features in its place. “Do you know me?” He chuckled softly.

“Yeah, um...” Your eyes drifted back and forth between those lovely eyes and that lovely, smiling mouth. Impossibly, he was even more gorgeous now than he was a minute ago. “Cause like, you're looking at me like that; like you know me. And you're just... really, really pretty, and I don't know how I'd possibly forget you?”

His grin widened, crinkling his eyes up merrily, and he chuckled again-- this time louder, and a lot giddier. His shoulders shook a little from it, and he leaned in a bit closer. “I'm pretty, huh?” He teased. “Are you coming onto me right now?”

“Whaaaaaaaaat?” You squeaked. If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. “No, I-- I--”

“No?” He repeated, still with that teasing tone in his voice. His frame was still shaking slightly from a laugh, deep in his stomach, that you couldn't hear. “What if I want you to?”

Your gaze flitted about several points in the room, flustered, before slowly settling back on him. A slow, guilty little smile formed on your face. “Then mmmm... aybeee...?”

He giggled. “Th-then I've got news for you!” He squeezed your hand lightly, and brought it up to his smiling mouth to press a light kiss to your knuckles.

You curled your fingers in his grip and averted your eyes again, bashfully. “Yeah...?”

He leaned in conspiratorially, and whispered: “I know you... because we're dating.”

“Whaaaaaaat!” Your head whipped back around and you stared at him with wide eyes. “No wayyy!”

“Yes way.” He answered seriously, with that grin still on his face, and a merry light glittering in his eyes.

“We're dating?” You repeated with a squeak. “We... we're dating? We are? I'm dating you?”

“That's right,” he said proudly.

You looked him over—bashful again—through your eyelashes. He was positively glowing with happiness, and quite a sight to behold. Just looking at him, just holding his hand, made you feel so warm and at peace-- like you were right where you belonged, and never wanted to leave. “... Cool.” You breathed softly.

“Yeah,” He agreed, leaning the rest of the way in to press a kiss against your forehead. “Cool.”

“Um, so...” You nibbled your lip a little, and looked at his mouth again. “Does that mean I can like... kiss you, an junk?”

“Hell yeah it does.” He said it very seriously, like it was the most serious thing in the world, and he had spent this entire time just waiting for you to open your eyes, sit up and kiss him. So you did.

Or, tried to, at least. You quickly discovered that your body wasn't feeling strong enough—for some reason—to lift you away from your very comfy pudding-trap of blankets and pillows. A confused frown settled on your face.

“Hey, that's alright,” He said very gently, soothingly, and carefully set your hand down over your stomach. “Let me.”

You did as he said, and waited while he moved to seat himself on the edge of your bed-- the thin mattress dipping under the combined weight of him and his power armor. One of his gauntleted hands cupped your cheek, and you could feel the rough kevlar of the glove as a distant rasp against your skin; like it almost wasn't your skin it was pressed against.

He leaned in, and you closed your eyes on instinct. You felt his warm breath fan across your face before you felt his mouth on you. While as distant as the kevlar, his lips were every bit as soft as they'd looked, and you learned that now while he worked them against yours. Your nerves buzzed in a pleasant, numb little tingle.

The kiss was achingly gentle. It was like he was thinking about how much he loved you, and how scared he'd been, with every brush of his lips-- and it was seeping into his every muscle and tendon, and altering how he held you.

When he pulled back—far too early for your liking—you grumbled at him, and he chuckled a little breathlessly.

“I'm not going to leave you... okay?” He whispered against your mouth. There was a hoarse quality to his words, like they were getting stuck in his throat. “I'll never leave you. This is the only place I ever wanna be.”

You thought it was an awfully strange thing for someone to say while kissing someone. But it was somehow comforting to hear, and seemed like the sort of thing strange, beautiful boyfriends you don't remember having might say.

Even so, through the haze of your thoughts, you felt a brief bit of mischief well up in your heart. “In a hospital room?” You slurred, with a sleepy little grin.

He snorted at that, and bumped your noses together. “No, you ass. With you.”

You giggled.

#i technically finished writing this like...#almost a year ago? or just half? who knows #after much deliberation i'm going to finally say this is done #rvb x reader #rvb reader insert #rvb fanfic #tucker x reader #reader insert #rvb #lavernius tucker #gender-neutral #fluff #fanfic #nonsexual #tucker reader #imagine rvb #rvb imagine #imagine #blues

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stareiiez · 5 years

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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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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 :)

“simmons, i’m telling you, she’s basically in love with him! she hasn’t left his side since he treated her to the dining hall!”

“grif, the food is free here. he wasn’t paying for anything.”

“maybe she likes cheap guys! i’m cheap! i could take her to the dining hall and we’d have a great time!”

“i think we need to re-evaluate your idea of a good time with a woman…”

the sound of their conversation travels through the cave as they make their way to the training grounds, supposedly to give their ‘orders’ to the new team they had to look after.

tucker, caboose, and the other lieutenants are already there once they arrive.

you and bitters arrive shortly after, walking side by side. you’re laughing at something he’s saying, and grif’s scowl deepens.

“see simmons? in love.”

you see grif as you walk closer to the group and brighten instantly. “grif! god, do i have a story for you! you wouldn’t believe what bitters just told me!”

simmons cringes inwardly when he sees grif tense.

maybe this was a bigger issue than he thought.

“–and then wash came in! you should’ve seen his reaction!”

“uh huh.”

“god it was so funny!”

“i bet.”

“and then bitters–”

“yeah okay, i get it. he’s funny. is that all?”

you give him a confused smile. “uh..what?”

“i just don’t see why you have to talk about him all the time! it’s not like we see him every day!” you’re left shocked as he continues, “if he’s so funny, just go hang out with him instead!”

“grif wait-”

before you can even get another word in, he’s storming out of the building to god knows where.

probably the mess hall.

“…the fuck is his problem?”

“and then he just stormed out! can you believe it?” you’re seated on the floor of the training ground, having just finished an intense drill led by wash.

“what’s up with him?” bitter replies, seated next to you.

“i wonder if i did anything to make him mad? we’ve always been on good terms… what could’ve set him off?” you lean back on your hands, looking up at the ceiling, “i did eat some of his food at the mess hall a few days ago.. maybe that’s it?”

“could be,” he feeds, sounding uninterested in the topic.

“but we always share, that can’t be it!”

“does it really matter?”

you turn to him, a small frown on your face, “what do you mean? of course it matters!”

“i mean, do you really think he’s going to stay mad at you? he’s too lazy to hold a grudge.” bitters looks at you with a small smirk, “plus, you have me. isn’t that enough?” he sounds a bit nervous.

“yeah… i guess you’re right. hopefully he gets over whatever he’s mad at soon.”

“dude, what the fuck is his problem?” tucker is sitting next to simmons, watching grif stare daggers into the back of bitters head as you and him laugh at another table in the mess hall.

“he thinks she likes bitters. i’m trying to tell him he’s imagining things.” simmons sighs and takes another scoop of food. he's been dealing with this all weak, he needs a break.

“what? no way, she does not have the hots for bitters, of all people.”

grif perks up, looking at tucker, “why? did she say something?”

“what? no, it’s obvious. come on guys, it’s bitters. he’s lazy, boring, and never does anything he’s asked!”

“…”

“w-what? why are you guys staring at me like that? am i wrong?” all grif does is groan, turning his head to stare at you again.

“nice job, idiot.” simmons mutters.

“okay, not my fault,” tucker puts his hands up defensively, “but still, she totally doesn’t like him. i know when a chick likes a guy, trust me.”

“how can you even tell?”

tucker starts to list examples off on his hand, “if she likes him, she’ll spend all her time with him, find everything he says funny, and probably share intimate details about herself with him.” as he speaks, your laugh is heard again.

grif abruptly stands up, walking over to where you’re seated.

“…”

“i’m glad i’ve never had to ask you for any advice.”

“shut up.”

your gaze has secretly been set on grif the whole time, perking up when he stands and walks over to you. he stops on the opposite side of the table, a look of determination in his eyes.

“grif! what’s up? everything okay?”

“can we talk?” he pushes out, his fingers twitching slightly.

“uh yeah! of course!” when you make no move to get up, he narrows his eyes at bitters.

“alone.”

bitters lets out a small scoff, frowning. you’re confused as you stand up, following grif out of the mess hall, waving to tucker and simmons on the way out.

tucker gives a mock salute and simmons mouths ‘good luck’.

what’s their deal?

you follow grif out as he leads you to the side of the building, turning on his heel and facing you. it’s silent for a moment.

he takes a deep breath, before talking, “i’m sorry i’ve been… avoiding you lately. i’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind and i haven’t been the best… friend to you.”

you smile, just happy that he’s talking to you again. “it’s okay. did anything happen? i was worried i did something.”

he gulps before continuing, “seeing you hanging out with bitters all of the time, doing stuff we always do, made me a bit upset, i guess. i didn’t–don’t– like seeing you with him.”

your head tilts, not picking up on the cue he was giving you. you chuckle softly, “what, are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”

“yes.”

“i–oh– what?” your tongue twists, you feel the tips of your ears burn.

“i’m saying i like you, and i hate seeing you with bitters. he’s trying to take you away from me.”

your mouth gapes open, completely shocked from the turn of events, “you… like me?”

“since the first time we convinced simmons his non-existent cat died.”

you’re left standing there speechless, your mouth twitching before it breaks out into a huge smile, “seriously?”

“look, if you like bitters, i won’t get mad. i just need to have a long talk with hi– oomph!” he’s cut off when your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, crushing him in a hug.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear that!”

“i-what?” he’s the one left speechless now as you let go, staring deeply into his eyes.

“i like you too! i have for a while.”

grif freezes, staring at you in shock, “r-really? you aren’t messing with me?”

you give a confused smile, “messing with you? are you kidding? i was so scared that i was being too obvious around you! don’t even get me started on tucker’s advice–”

his lips smash against yours, hands coming up to rest on your jaw. your eyes widen, but you get over your shock quickly as you kiss him back slowly. it’s clumsy and awkward, teeth clashing and accidental nose bumping. it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

slowly, as if not wanting to, your lips part from each other. his eyes flutter to yours, a nervous smile stretching on his face.

“to make up for lost time… how about we skip training and head back to your room? i found out where these guys store their emergency rations.”

you press your lips against his, smiling through the kiss. you pull away, winking, “i’ll go distract kimball.”

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