Oneshots and Imagines

I was trying to impress you..(Grimmons)

Grif and Simmons were playing some Mortal Kombat. Grif was Scorpion and Simmons was Sub-Zero.

It was the final round and both were low on health. One hit to each and they'd be dead.

"Make your move, Grif," Simmons taunted.

"Ladies first," he replied.

Simmons ran forward and attempted to punch Grif, but he was ready.

Grif jumped out of the way and kicked Simmons in the back.

The familiar words rang out from the TV. "Finish Him!"

Grif, giving Simmons a playful glance, punched him. The round ended.

"Good game man." Grif turned to Simmons, but he was gone.

"Simmons?" Grif heaved himself off of the couch and walked around the base.

Something maroon was in a corner. "Simmons?"

"G-Go away Grif." He replied with a stuttering voice.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Simmons looked at the wall and muttered something.

"What?" Grif took off his helmet, revealing his messy, brown hair.

"I was trying to impress you, okay?!" Simmons snapped.

"But... Why?"

Simmons stood up. "B-Because... Ikindasortalikeyou..."

Grif put his hand on his hip. "Can't understand you."

Simmons, unexpectedly, ran forward and kissed Grif.

Grif was shocked at first. Then he fell into the kiss.

Simmons pulled away first. "That's why." He was staring at the ground.

"You... Like me like that..?" Grif was confused.

Simmons gave a small nod.

Grif walked forward and hugged Simmons. "Glad the feeling is mutual."

Simmons smiled and kissed him again.

Metallic footsteps were heard as they kissed. After a screech-like gasp, they turned to see Donut.

"I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!" The pink armored man yelled. "I gotta tell Sarge! And thanks to my helmet software, I got a picture! TO BASEBOOK!"

Grif and Simmons broke apart and ran after Donut. "DON'T YOU DARE!!!" They screamed as they ran.