Valentine's Day Fic.
So, happy Valentine's Day everybody! And also, happy Saw II coming out on video day! LOL. I really wish I could go buy it now. But I digress.
I didn't mean for this to be posted on Valentine's Day but that's how it worked out. So I guess that's a good thing. It did help me write the ending. Anyway, here it is, my first fanfic for Red vs. Blue.
Yes it is slash. So sue me.
Title: Lonely No More
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Characters: Grif/Simmons
Prompt: 96. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 2484
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Mostly for language.
Summary: Set after episode 73. Um… Grif is lonely. So is Simmons. And uh… stuff happens. Just read it.
Warnings: Well it is slash… so if that bothers you please don’t read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All of Red vs. Blue belongs to the genius minds of Rooster Teeth. Lucky them!
It began on a typical day in Blood Gulch, one just like every other day. Sarge was going around barking out random orders at Donut, and Donut was happily obliging. Simmons was finally allowed back into the base, but Sarge still didn’t trust him to handle any tasks and wouldn’t listen to any of his information about the Blues. So Simmons was reduced to sulking in his room. He hated feeling this way, like he was worthless with nobody to please.
Grif was having similar feelings as he stood alone on top of the base. He started contemplating why he even joined the army in the first place. Oh yeah, I did horribly in school because I was too lazy to do any of my work, and every college rejected me. This was my last option. My parents sure didn’t want me to stay at home with them…
Other unexpected thoughts began to fill his head, thoughts of “I’m nothing” and “nobody cares about me anyway”. God damn it, why do I feel so damn lonely all of a sudden? That’s when Grif remembered that Simmons wasn’t up there with him like he always was. He was surprised to find that he actually missed having Simmons around. Even though he was an annoying kiss ass to Sarge, Simmons was the only person that Grif would even consider a friend. As long as they weren’t around Sarge, he actually kind of liked the guy.
And lately… well, Grif couldn’t help thinking about him in other ways. Jesus, we’ve been down here in this canyon for way too long. I’m so desperate to be with someone that I wouldn’t even mind if that someone was a guy… especially if it was Simmons. Grif figured he must be losing his mind, for he had always been quite confident in his own sexuality. And he had never before considered that Simmons might like men in that way, even though he hadn’t mentioned having any girlfriends in the past. Is it at all possible that Simmons feels the same way about me that I do about him?
Grif decided that he couldn’t take the uncertainty anymore. He wanted to know for sure what Simmons’ true feelings were, and he also wanted to be able to sort out his own. Sarge probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, and even if he did he couldn’t possibly hate me anymore than he already does. Grif could not stop the sigh from coming out as he continued to think those negative thoughts. He gave up on his guard duty and went inside the base to try and find Simmons.
After searching the entire inside of the base, Grif figured that Simmons must be in his room, which happened to be Grif’s room as well. He normally would just walk right in, but thought better of it since he knew Simmons was in there and had no clue what he was doing. Bringing his fist up to the door, he lightly knocked on it.
“Who’s there?” Simmons asked in an indignant tone. He thought it was Donut trying to get in, and that was the last person he wanted to see, besides Sarge that is.
“It’s me Grif,” he answered.
“So why the hell are you knocking? It’s your room too; you can come in whenever you want to.”
Grif did just that, but he proceeded with caution. He could tell that Simmons was pretty pissed off, and he knew that if he wanted to get anything out of him he’d have to ease him into it. Simmons would always try to seem tough by hiding all of his feelings whenever he thought he was getting too emotional. How Grif knew this about Simmons, he had no idea. They really had been at the base for way too long.
“What do you want?” Simmons asked. “Are you here to bother me again about being a “traitor” to the Reds? If so, you might as well just go and leave me alone, because I’m not in the mood.”
“Yeah, I could tell crabby pants. I haven’t even said anything yet and you just assume that I’m here to harass you again.”
“Well, what else am I supposed to think?!” Simmons asked with irritation already in his voice. “That’s all you do around here! And lately you’ve been doing it more than ever. What exactly is your problem, man?”
“Dude, chill out. I was just giving you a hard time because… I was happy that you weren’t on that damn pedestal of yours anymore. And to be honest, I was happy that you got to know what it feels like being last in command, to feel like you don’t matter to anyone. But one of the reasons I came here was to say I’m sorry. I’ve been a real jackass to you lately-”
“You could say that again.”
“AND… you don’t deserve it.”
There were a few moments of silence after Grif finished saying his apology. He had mostly kept his eyes down when he came into the room, and only now did he have enough confidence to look Simmons in the eye. When Grif looked up, he was surprised to see that Simmons had taken his helmet and the rest of his armor off. And he was completely shocked when he noticed the slightest tracks of tears running down his face.
“Have you been… crying?” Grif asked in a sincere and non-mocking tone.
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business, but yes.”
“Is it because of me? Because I want you to know that I really am sorry.”
Simmons let out a sigh. “No, not really. I’m just so upset that I have nothing to do around here anymore. I feel like I have no purpose, like I’m-”
“Nothing? I know the feeling”
“Yes, exactly. I have to tell you, I now have a much better understanding of what you go through. How do you manage to live with this feeling every day?”
“To tell you the truth, it keeps getting more difficult. I don’t think I can handle it anymore, especially if you continue sulking around here like this.”
“And why do you say that?”
“Because you’re the only one who makes me feel like I matter.”
Simmons had to let that statement sink in before he could think of a response. Never before had anyone said anything like that about him. Sure he kissed up to Sarge and got praise from him all the time, but those phrases were always devoid of meaning. But the way Grif was talking to him… it was almost like he was speaking to him with affection. That’s when a surge of emotion suddenly hit Simmons, and he felt a very real pain in his chest.
Is it possible that Grif thinks of me as more than a friend and that I have similar feelings? But wait, I know I’m not gay. However, there is no denying that feeling I feel, just like when I had that serious crush one time. Maybe I just feel this way because it’s Grif. Now there’s a thought… I love this man so much that I could be gay for him. Wait a minute; how the hell did love get into the equation?!
Simmons could not help the blush from appearing on his cheeks. And then he remembered that he wasn’t wearing his helmet or armor and felt extremely vulnerable. This only made him blush harder.
“Are you ok, Simmons? You look kind of hot…”
“I’m… uh, I’m fine,” he mumbled as he reached for his helmet. There was no way that he was going to let Grif see the affect he was having on him. Unfortunately for Simmons, his plan didn’t work. Grif reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from putting on his helmet. Simmons immediately felt a tingle go from his hand, all the way to the top of his arm. Grif was touching him, and he liked it.
“Oh no you don’t, no hiding behind your helmet. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s just too bad. I am really worried about you,” Grif said as he let go of his hand and sat next to Simmons on the bed.
“Well then you might as well take off your helmet too. It’s not fair that I’m the only one here who is exposed,” Simmons answered in the most normal voice he could muster. If he was really going to talk to Grif about this then he wanted to be able to see his face and look him in the eye.
“Whatever you want, just as long as you tell me what’s wrong with you,” Grif said as he started taking off his helmet. It wasn’t very often that any of them went without their armor, but Grif realized that at this point he would do whatever Simmons asked him to do. He was that besotted to him.
Once again Simmons was hit with a rush of unexpected emotions. It had been so long since he actually saw Grif’s face, much less really look at him. When he truly thought about it, never had he been more attracted to any person, even to any woman. Grif had shaggy brown hair that looked good even if it was unkempt. He had hazel eyes that were mysterious and just barely showed the intelligence and thoughtfulness that went on behind them, and he had the kind of well-defined face that Simmons could only describe as handsome.
Grif looked at Simmons and couldn’t help thinking that he was checking him out. It would definitely have explained the moment of silence that occurred as soon as he took off his helmet. Grif took the opportunity to really look at Simmons as well. He had short dark brown hair that perfectly contrasted the blue of his eyes. Grif realized that he couldn’t deny his attraction towards the other man anymore. He swallowed hard to try and get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat. Is this what being in love feels like?
“So, are you going to tell me what’s up?” Grif asked as he tried to suppress his thoughts.
“Ok I will, but you have to answer this question first. Am I your friend?”
“You moron, of course you’re my friend. You’re the only person around here I can even stand most of the time. I already told you that you’re the only reason I’m able to make it here every day,” Grif said.
“Thank you, Grif. It really means a lot. Um… do you really talk about me behind my back? Please just tell me the truth.”
“What? Where did you get that idea? Sure I’m not above a little insult here and there, but I wouldn’t seriously say bad things about you behind your back.”
“It’s just that… Church said some things to me about you guys when I was over there, and it kind of made me upset. Ok, really upset.”
“Dude, he was probably just fucking with your mind. Do you honestly think that he thought you were a Blue? For the love of God, we could all see your maroon armor. We all knew it was you. Well, except for Donut that is, but he doesn’t count.”
“Oh right, of course.”
“Was that all that was bothering you? Are you going to be ok now?” Grif asked.
“Yeah, that was it. No more problems here,” Simmons said as he tried his best to fake a smile. Grif wasn’t buying it.
“That’s got to be the fakest smile I’ve ever seen. Why don’t you just tell me the truth? You wanted me to be honest, so now I’m asking the same of you.”
The moment of truth had finally come, and Simmons tried to overcome his fear of rejection as best as he could. I guess I have to tell him about my feelings now, or else Grif will never leave me alone. And I might miss my only chance to tell him how I really feel.
“It’s just that… well, lately I’ve been having these feelings. But, I’m not completely sure what they mean yet. I mean, I’m sure they’re real. They feel real enough anyway. What I mean is, what would you do if I told you that lately I’ve been thinking of you as more than just a friend? Even though, well, I know you’re a guy and… I’m a guy. And neither of us are gay, but…”
“Simmons?” Grif interrupted.
“What?”
“Has anybody ever told you that you talk too much?”
And without any warning, that’s when it happened. Grif quickly leaned over and pulled Simmons closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around his neck. Then Grif whispered in his ear, “I have feelings for you too. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it, but I know the truth now.” He pulled back so that he could look Simmons in the eye, and he tangled his hands in his hair.
“I love you.”
Simmons’ first reaction was to gasp. He suspected that Grif might like him in return, but he never expected him to be in love with him, much less tell him so soon.
“You… love me?” Simmons managed to choke out.
“Yeah, I really do. I never expected this to happen, that I would fall in love with you. I wouldn’t have even joined the army if it wasn’t my last possible option. Life works in mysterious ways, I guess. So, are you sure of what your feelings are yet?”
“Yes actually, I think I am. I’m in love with you,” Simmons answered.
“That’s what I was hoping to hear,” Grif said as he leaned in even closer to Simmons and touched his lips with his own. Grif was tentative at first, having had little experience with kissing in general.
Simmons also couldn’t help feeling extremely nervous. What if he was a bad kisser? After all, he really didn’t have much experience with this kind of thing before. He was still a virgin for God’s sake.
But soon they both deepened the kiss and started feeling less self-conscious. Before things went too far though, Grif pulled away. Simmons instantly felt very worried. Why did he pull away? Did I do something wrong?
Grif suddenly interrupted his thoughts. “Hey, I just remembered something. What day is it today?”
Simmons was very confused by this question. “Umm… Tuesday?”
“No, I mean, what’s the date?”
“Oh. It’s the 14th,” Simmons answered. He still didn’t understand what Grif was getting at. But then it all became clear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Simmons.”
Once again the blush returned to Simmons’ cheeks. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”
And from that day on, both Grif and Simmons were lonely no more.
A/N: So, what'd you think? Love it? Hate it? This was my first ever fanfic for Red vs. Blue as well as slash. This is supposed to be a one shot fic but I might consider continuing it...
I didn't mean for this to be posted on Valentine's Day but that's how it worked out. So I guess that's a good thing. It did help me write the ending. Anyway, here it is, my first fanfic for Red vs. Blue.
Yes it is slash. So sue me.
Title: Lonely No More
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Characters: Grif/Simmons
Prompt: 96. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 2484
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Mostly for language.
Summary: Set after episode 73. Um… Grif is lonely. So is Simmons. And uh… stuff happens. Just read it.
Warnings: Well it is slash… so if that bothers you please don’t read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All of Red vs. Blue belongs to the genius minds of Rooster Teeth. Lucky them!
It began on a typical day in Blood Gulch, one just like every other day. Sarge was going around barking out random orders at Donut, and Donut was happily obliging. Simmons was finally allowed back into the base, but Sarge still didn’t trust him to handle any tasks and wouldn’t listen to any of his information about the Blues. So Simmons was reduced to sulking in his room. He hated feeling this way, like he was worthless with nobody to please.
Grif was having similar feelings as he stood alone on top of the base. He started contemplating why he even joined the army in the first place. Oh yeah, I did horribly in school because I was too lazy to do any of my work, and every college rejected me. This was my last option. My parents sure didn’t want me to stay at home with them…
Other unexpected thoughts began to fill his head, thoughts of “I’m nothing” and “nobody cares about me anyway”. God damn it, why do I feel so damn lonely all of a sudden? That’s when Grif remembered that Simmons wasn’t up there with him like he always was. He was surprised to find that he actually missed having Simmons around. Even though he was an annoying kiss ass to Sarge, Simmons was the only person that Grif would even consider a friend. As long as they weren’t around Sarge, he actually kind of liked the guy.
And lately… well, Grif couldn’t help thinking about him in other ways. Jesus, we’ve been down here in this canyon for way too long. I’m so desperate to be with someone that I wouldn’t even mind if that someone was a guy… especially if it was Simmons. Grif figured he must be losing his mind, for he had always been quite confident in his own sexuality. And he had never before considered that Simmons might like men in that way, even though he hadn’t mentioned having any girlfriends in the past. Is it at all possible that Simmons feels the same way about me that I do about him?
Grif decided that he couldn’t take the uncertainty anymore. He wanted to know for sure what Simmons’ true feelings were, and he also wanted to be able to sort out his own. Sarge probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, and even if he did he couldn’t possibly hate me anymore than he already does. Grif could not stop the sigh from coming out as he continued to think those negative thoughts. He gave up on his guard duty and went inside the base to try and find Simmons.
After searching the entire inside of the base, Grif figured that Simmons must be in his room, which happened to be Grif’s room as well. He normally would just walk right in, but thought better of it since he knew Simmons was in there and had no clue what he was doing. Bringing his fist up to the door, he lightly knocked on it.
“Who’s there?” Simmons asked in an indignant tone. He thought it was Donut trying to get in, and that was the last person he wanted to see, besides Sarge that is.
“It’s me Grif,” he answered.
“So why the hell are you knocking? It’s your room too; you can come in whenever you want to.”
Grif did just that, but he proceeded with caution. He could tell that Simmons was pretty pissed off, and he knew that if he wanted to get anything out of him he’d have to ease him into it. Simmons would always try to seem tough by hiding all of his feelings whenever he thought he was getting too emotional. How Grif knew this about Simmons, he had no idea. They really had been at the base for way too long.
“What do you want?” Simmons asked. “Are you here to bother me again about being a “traitor” to the Reds? If so, you might as well just go and leave me alone, because I’m not in the mood.”
“Yeah, I could tell crabby pants. I haven’t even said anything yet and you just assume that I’m here to harass you again.”
“Well, what else am I supposed to think?!” Simmons asked with irritation already in his voice. “That’s all you do around here! And lately you’ve been doing it more than ever. What exactly is your problem, man?”
“Dude, chill out. I was just giving you a hard time because… I was happy that you weren’t on that damn pedestal of yours anymore. And to be honest, I was happy that you got to know what it feels like being last in command, to feel like you don’t matter to anyone. But one of the reasons I came here was to say I’m sorry. I’ve been a real jackass to you lately-”
“You could say that again.”
“AND… you don’t deserve it.”
There were a few moments of silence after Grif finished saying his apology. He had mostly kept his eyes down when he came into the room, and only now did he have enough confidence to look Simmons in the eye. When Grif looked up, he was surprised to see that Simmons had taken his helmet and the rest of his armor off. And he was completely shocked when he noticed the slightest tracks of tears running down his face.
“Have you been… crying?” Grif asked in a sincere and non-mocking tone.
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business, but yes.”
“Is it because of me? Because I want you to know that I really am sorry.”
Simmons let out a sigh. “No, not really. I’m just so upset that I have nothing to do around here anymore. I feel like I have no purpose, like I’m-”
“Nothing? I know the feeling”
“Yes, exactly. I have to tell you, I now have a much better understanding of what you go through. How do you manage to live with this feeling every day?”
“To tell you the truth, it keeps getting more difficult. I don’t think I can handle it anymore, especially if you continue sulking around here like this.”
“And why do you say that?”
“Because you’re the only one who makes me feel like I matter.”
Simmons had to let that statement sink in before he could think of a response. Never before had anyone said anything like that about him. Sure he kissed up to Sarge and got praise from him all the time, but those phrases were always devoid of meaning. But the way Grif was talking to him… it was almost like he was speaking to him with affection. That’s when a surge of emotion suddenly hit Simmons, and he felt a very real pain in his chest.
Is it possible that Grif thinks of me as more than a friend and that I have similar feelings? But wait, I know I’m not gay. However, there is no denying that feeling I feel, just like when I had that serious crush one time. Maybe I just feel this way because it’s Grif. Now there’s a thought… I love this man so much that I could be gay for him. Wait a minute; how the hell did love get into the equation?!
Simmons could not help the blush from appearing on his cheeks. And then he remembered that he wasn’t wearing his helmet or armor and felt extremely vulnerable. This only made him blush harder.
“Are you ok, Simmons? You look kind of hot…”
“I’m… uh, I’m fine,” he mumbled as he reached for his helmet. There was no way that he was going to let Grif see the affect he was having on him. Unfortunately for Simmons, his plan didn’t work. Grif reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from putting on his helmet. Simmons immediately felt a tingle go from his hand, all the way to the top of his arm. Grif was touching him, and he liked it.
“Oh no you don’t, no hiding behind your helmet. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s just too bad. I am really worried about you,” Grif said as he let go of his hand and sat next to Simmons on the bed.
“Well then you might as well take off your helmet too. It’s not fair that I’m the only one here who is exposed,” Simmons answered in the most normal voice he could muster. If he was really going to talk to Grif about this then he wanted to be able to see his face and look him in the eye.
“Whatever you want, just as long as you tell me what’s wrong with you,” Grif said as he started taking off his helmet. It wasn’t very often that any of them went without their armor, but Grif realized that at this point he would do whatever Simmons asked him to do. He was that besotted to him.
Once again Simmons was hit with a rush of unexpected emotions. It had been so long since he actually saw Grif’s face, much less really look at him. When he truly thought about it, never had he been more attracted to any person, even to any woman. Grif had shaggy brown hair that looked good even if it was unkempt. He had hazel eyes that were mysterious and just barely showed the intelligence and thoughtfulness that went on behind them, and he had the kind of well-defined face that Simmons could only describe as handsome.
Grif looked at Simmons and couldn’t help thinking that he was checking him out. It would definitely have explained the moment of silence that occurred as soon as he took off his helmet. Grif took the opportunity to really look at Simmons as well. He had short dark brown hair that perfectly contrasted the blue of his eyes. Grif realized that he couldn’t deny his attraction towards the other man anymore. He swallowed hard to try and get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat. Is this what being in love feels like?
“So, are you going to tell me what’s up?” Grif asked as he tried to suppress his thoughts.
“Ok I will, but you have to answer this question first. Am I your friend?”
“You moron, of course you’re my friend. You’re the only person around here I can even stand most of the time. I already told you that you’re the only reason I’m able to make it here every day,” Grif said.
“Thank you, Grif. It really means a lot. Um… do you really talk about me behind my back? Please just tell me the truth.”
“What? Where did you get that idea? Sure I’m not above a little insult here and there, but I wouldn’t seriously say bad things about you behind your back.”
“It’s just that… Church said some things to me about you guys when I was over there, and it kind of made me upset. Ok, really upset.”
“Dude, he was probably just fucking with your mind. Do you honestly think that he thought you were a Blue? For the love of God, we could all see your maroon armor. We all knew it was you. Well, except for Donut that is, but he doesn’t count.”
“Oh right, of course.”
“Was that all that was bothering you? Are you going to be ok now?” Grif asked.
“Yeah, that was it. No more problems here,” Simmons said as he tried his best to fake a smile. Grif wasn’t buying it.
“That’s got to be the fakest smile I’ve ever seen. Why don’t you just tell me the truth? You wanted me to be honest, so now I’m asking the same of you.”
The moment of truth had finally come, and Simmons tried to overcome his fear of rejection as best as he could. I guess I have to tell him about my feelings now, or else Grif will never leave me alone. And I might miss my only chance to tell him how I really feel.
“It’s just that… well, lately I’ve been having these feelings. But, I’m not completely sure what they mean yet. I mean, I’m sure they’re real. They feel real enough anyway. What I mean is, what would you do if I told you that lately I’ve been thinking of you as more than just a friend? Even though, well, I know you’re a guy and… I’m a guy. And neither of us are gay, but…”
“Simmons?” Grif interrupted.
“What?”
“Has anybody ever told you that you talk too much?”
And without any warning, that’s when it happened. Grif quickly leaned over and pulled Simmons closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around his neck. Then Grif whispered in his ear, “I have feelings for you too. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it, but I know the truth now.” He pulled back so that he could look Simmons in the eye, and he tangled his hands in his hair.
“I love you.”
Simmons’ first reaction was to gasp. He suspected that Grif might like him in return, but he never expected him to be in love with him, much less tell him so soon.
“You… love me?” Simmons managed to choke out.
“Yeah, I really do. I never expected this to happen, that I would fall in love with you. I wouldn’t have even joined the army if it wasn’t my last possible option. Life works in mysterious ways, I guess. So, are you sure of what your feelings are yet?”
“Yes actually, I think I am. I’m in love with you,” Simmons answered.
“That’s what I was hoping to hear,” Grif said as he leaned in even closer to Simmons and touched his lips with his own. Grif was tentative at first, having had little experience with kissing in general.
Simmons also couldn’t help feeling extremely nervous. What if he was a bad kisser? After all, he really didn’t have much experience with this kind of thing before. He was still a virgin for God’s sake.
But soon they both deepened the kiss and started feeling less self-conscious. Before things went too far though, Grif pulled away. Simmons instantly felt very worried. Why did he pull away? Did I do something wrong?
Grif suddenly interrupted his thoughts. “Hey, I just remembered something. What day is it today?”
Simmons was very confused by this question. “Umm… Tuesday?”
“No, I mean, what’s the date?”
“Oh. It’s the 14th,” Simmons answered. He still didn’t understand what Grif was getting at. But then it all became clear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Simmons.”
Once again the blush returned to Simmons’ cheeks. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”
And from that day on, both Grif and Simmons were lonely no more.
A/N: So, what'd you think? Love it? Hate it? This was my first ever fanfic for Red vs. Blue as well as slash. This is supposed to be a one shot fic but I might consider continuing it...