RVB: [OneShots]/[Stories]

Snacks or me? | [GrifXreader]

"Grif, it's not nice to steal all the snacks for yourself."
You said calmly to the drunk Grif in front of you.

"Since when did I c- *Hic*- care?" He answered bluntly.

You and Grif were at a New Year's Eve Party, it was about 5 more minutes until New Year strikes and Grif had too many shots playing truth or dare with the gang. You weren't exactly sure how many shots he took, but it was enough to get him tipsy. Currently, you were standing by the kitchen's doorway, trying to persuade Drunk Grif to put the snacks down because the other guys were hungry. Both of you were causing a scene, but you were fine with it since they were close friends, or even so, family.

"But I want cookies!" Caboose wined, leaning this head on Tucker's shoulder and slowing starting to fake cry.

That was when you thought of a plan. Oh, a sneaky one.

"Grif, do you love [Y/N] or snacks more?" You asked politely, making the swaying Grif stop at the spot.

"E- *hic* -erm, obviously *hic* [Y/N]." He answered almost instantly.

"If you love me, you will drop all your snacks and run into [Y/N]'s arms for a hug." You said lovingly.

Grif dropped all the food that were once wrapped around protectively on his arms onto the floor, running unevenly as fast as he could to you. He crashed on to your chest and it left you stumbling onto the wall due to the impact. He enveloped you in a tight bear hug, crushing your insides, but you were okay with it. It's cute when he's drunk, he really does act like a childish kid. Usually, he would choose his beloved snacks over you because of his "stubborn at love" attitude, but being drunk and Free proves otherwise

He giggled onto your chest and you hugged back, embracing your genuine love. You heard everyone at the back teasing. This was fine, you told yourself.

The back started counting down from 5 at this point, and you joined in with a Drunk Grif in your arms.

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"[Y/N]," Grif whispered hesitantly and you looked at him in shock. No, he was not as drunk as you thought.

"2!"

"I-I really love you, I seriously do." He stumbled all his words together and it just left you in complete shock.

"1!" The others cheer as Grif grabbed your cheeks and crashed his lips into yours.

He had it on there for awhile and pulled back. He than proceed to hug you like how he hugged you when he was "drunk", leaning on your chest and tightly hugging you. You smiled and played with his hair, gliding fingers through his rather rough hair.

"[Y/N] I really love you." He's muffled words vibrated at your chest.

"I love you too, Grif."

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