Oneshots and Imagines

Grif x Reader: Not Just About 'Killing Aliens'

You stood in your (some shade of red) armor, facing Grif irritatedly.

"I signed up to kill some aliens, not to be standing here, a fucking box canyon, with a nerd, a guy who hates me, and a bitch!"

That was the last straw. Grif had been complaining all day.

You stomped to him, ending up in front of him.

"You little... What the fuck do you think this is? A fucking game where you cam choose what you do?"

Grif stuttered, never seeing you so angry before. "I-I, uhh-"

"New flash, Grif! You don't pick what you do! You have orders and you have to go where command wants you to go, not where you want to. Besides, there are more fucking things about being in a war. There's protecting what you're fighting for, there's being the good guys... And, when you get home, you're a fucking hero, where people will like you, even though you didn't do something that fucking significant!"

You took a deep breath, calming down, before you continued.

"Killing aliens, though? There's much more to war than that."

Grif was silent for a very long time. You started to walk away when he called out for you.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean to call you a... A bitch earlier..."

"Things happen," you replied as you began to walk down the ramp that led inside the base.

"(Y/N)!" He called again.

You turned around. "What, Gri-"

When you turned arpund, he planted a kiss on your cheeks, making you blush.

"G-Grif..." You stuttered, pulling away. "Y-You like me..?"

He nodded, looking down. "You're the one reason why I haven't gone off the deep end..."

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "Well, thanks."

You felt his cheek heat up beneath your lips and you smiled.

"God, you can be such a dork."