#dexter grif imagine

[electricpurrs]

i feel such a joy and peace in my heart when the red team is all crumpled together in the warthog. it just feels like the right place for them to be

[harbingersecho]

grif's surgery but just a little more... obvious?

I actually rly rly ADORE frankengrif but I don't have an in-show reason why he'd have extensive long-term allogeneic skingrafts on his face 😔

[smilysstuff]

Grif and Wash friendship is underrated fight me

[whatthefuckisasweep]

i have 2 main fixations atp, so why not mix them together? idk some sketchy stuff for fun and no one will understand this except a very niche target group of people and if you do please talk to me i will explode

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Dexter Grif from Halo RvB?

Love me some Grif content, lol! Pulling from my original concept. He's so laid back, lol. Sorry he isn't intense... his character is just so lazy and I fell out of Halo RvB Brainrot 😮‍💨😥

Yandere Grif Concept Here

Yandere Alphabet - Dexter Grif

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Mentioned kidnapping, Jealousy, Laid-Back yandere, Isolation, Stalking mentioned, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Grif is laid-back due to his lazy nature. He doesn't get all that intense with you. He likes to be around you and may cling to you a bit, but you can usually handle him.

In terms of affection, he prefers showing it in private. He'd probably like cuddles or something, maybe a kiss if you're offering. He seems like he'd be a physical affection type of person.

Although the moment you gift him any sort of food he is basically beside you all the time.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Let's be honest, Grif wants to take the easy way out of things. He would not plot anyone's murder, he might try to threaten them, but he is not putting that effort in unless he had to.

If provoked he may do something, however.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Grif isn't going to abduct you unless something drove him to it, like the fear of being alone since that's been proven to make him... delusional.

Although... if he somehow managed to push himself to do so, he would not mock you. He would probably feel relieved he has his favorite person and isn't around anyone he hates. It's just you and him...

He likes it, actually. Just having you with him is nice... without all the panicking. Grif would try his best to be reasonable with you... but he wishes you'd stop complaining.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not really, the least he wants is some attention when he asks for it. As long as you aren't "unfaithful" then he'll allow you your freedoms.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

When it comes to Grif, he acts like he hates everyone. Although, while he may act cold at first, he'd be vulnerable with you eventually.

He is an emotional yandere similar to Simmons, so he'd rant and ramble to you about a lot of things. Including your "relationship".

During such moments he may pulls you tightly against him, you really are the only one that doesn't get on his nerves... usually.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed, he'd try to wait it out unless you tried to escape/leave... then he has to do something about it.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and he wouldn't, he'd find it annoying.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

With Grif? There isn't many. I'm going to have to say him snapping and kidnapping you since he's so... laid-back.

Seeing him break character would be the most concerning thing.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Grif probably imagines a basic partner relationship, he isn't the most romantic person so his thoughts are rather basic.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and I feel like Grif would complain and whine about it. He plans to voice his opinion to everyone and make it their problem. It usually ends with you paying attention to him just to get him to shut up.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Loyal, Somewhat emotional, Caring, Fears being abandoned, Obsessive, Somewhat manipulative, Cold, Somewhat possessive/jealous, and Delusional.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You're most likely a new recruit to Red Team. At first he thinks he's going to hate you and tries not to get involved most of the time. Although... when you talk to him... he feels his heart flutter annoyingly enough.

Eventually, as you stick around, he falls deeper into the feeling of adoring you. Soon the jealousy kicks in... and he begins to cling around you.

He follows you around, watches you, listens to every little thing you say with a dreamy look...

Grif isn't sure why... but you draw him to you.

Now he doesn't want to part from you... no matter what it takes.

Not really, he's more open with you but doesn't really hide anything.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not one for punishment, but I imagine it would be social isolation or... starvation, maybe?

Honestly that would pain even him... he may just yell at you or something.

He isn't the type to harm you.

Not any, he's chill with you for the most part.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Moderate patience, maybe he'd lean more towards impatient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. If you've managed to get this close with him, he's attached. If you died or left, he'd be so emotional about it. There's no consoling him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little and maybe.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity and possible trauma (?)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd try his best to comfort you but he isn't the best at it. He'd pull you close to him and let you be upset... if not, he'll just leave you be and check on you later.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It's relatively easy, just balance affection with him and other tasks. He isn't too hard to keep in check as long as you love him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere... he may even not go as far as some yanderes to have you. It really depends how desperate he is.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He may pine for a few months to a couple years? Somewhere between Blood Gulch and the Mark Temple situation.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No intentionally.

[just-grif-stuff]

i know i havent grif posted in super long but dexter grif never dies in my brain. he lives here permanently and i just want to say. imagine dexter grif holding lucifer up like the lion king and simmons taking the photo for their instagram

[elementalwriter67]

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.

[artfulbassoon]

Tex and Grif headshots from over on my Twitter

[godonuts]

love the popular web series coke vs pepsi!

jokes aside i never watched the full series until like last month, hello rvb fandom i offer some quick headcanons! sorry lopez this was not an armor drawing mood.

[funsizedcrow]

them

[simpin-for-simmons]

I'm bored so have some Grimmons HCs! It's mostly about hair. Just needed some wholesome lads today.

Simmons cuts Grif's hair. It started back in Blood Gulch when Simmons kept his own hair regulation short and had a fit when he realized Grif didn't.

Grif hated the idea of letting Simmons cut his hair but eventually Simmons got him to agree. They settled on not quite regulation short but, y'know. Short enough that it wasn't in his face all the time.

Annnd then Grif fuckin' loved the feeling of Simmons's hands in his hair. And that's roughly the first time Grif ever realized that he kind-of-maybe liked Simmons.

Around Reconstruction Simmons quits giving a shit about keeping his own hair perfect (he quits slicking it back to hide the floof n let's it grow just a little bit), but he still fusses with Grif's. It's because Simmons enjoys touching Grif and he would never admit it, and Grif enjoys Simmons touching him and would never admit it either.

In season 15 when they're separated, Grif tries to cut his own hair the way Simmons does, fucks it up, and ends up a little depressed about it.

The first time Simmons sees Grif with his helmet off after they reunite and kill Gene, his first reaction is to exclaim "WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR-"

[harbingersecho]

grif: locus you're not, you're not blushing right you wouldnt.. u oudnt not, sarge?

locus:

grif: please pleas eno

[crackimagines]

Blue Lions VS Red Team (RvB)

Battle of the Eagle and Lion

[MENACING POLKA MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE]

(Ashe) “...Does anyone hear that?”

(Ingrid) “I only hear the sounds of swords clashing, Ashe. You alright?”

(Dimitri) “No, no be quiet!”

“...”

(Dimitri) “I hear it too. Is there a band playing while we fight?”

(Dedue) “I can’t see why. The fighting would drown out the music.”

(Mercedes) “Um...isn’t it getting closer-”

VROOOOOOOOOOM!

(Sarge) 

“YEEEEEHAAAAAW-”

(Ashe) “GODDESS!”

(Mercedes) “AAAAH!”

(Dedue) “HM?!”

(Ingrid) “GET DOWN!”

(Dimitri) “WHAT IN THE HELL-”

(Simmons) “YEAH, SUCK IT BLUES, RED TEAM IS HERE!”

(Grif) “SHIT, TREE!”

SLAM!

- The warthog crashed and the music broke down and stopped playing.

(Sarge) “Ah damn it, Grif! You broke the radio!”

(Grif) “Good!”

- Simmons slowly spun the Warthog’s turret around as Sarge and Grif got out and pointed their weapons at them.

(Dimitri) “You do realize that this is a mock battle, right?! That could’ve killed us!”

(Sarge) “Of course I know it’s a mock battle! It’s a battle where you mock your enemies and humiliate them in a crushing defeat! SIMMONS, LIGHT THEM UP!”

(Simmons) “Actually sir, a mock battle just means it’s a training exercise.”

(Sarge) “I’M NOT HEARING THE SWEET SOUND OF GUNFIRE RIPPING THESE DIRTY BLUES APART, SIMMONS!”

(Simmons) “...Eh, fuck it. SUCK IT BLUES!”

CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK

“...”

(Simmons) “...Uh, it appears the ammo feed is empty, sir!”

(Sarge) “DANGNABBIT! Fine, we do this the old fashioned way!-”

(Grif) “Ugh do we have to? We got our guns, we can just-”

- Ingrid ran up and kicked Grif’s crotch as hard as she could.

(Grif) “OUAGH! WHY THE DICK?!”

- Grif fell over writhing in pain as Sarge watched.

(Sarge) “Hah! That was a good one-”

- Sarge was hit in the head by an arrow shot by Ashe, making him recoil back.

- Dedue grabbed Sarge and threw him into the Warthog.

(Simmons) “OH SHIT!”

- Mercedes froze Simmons in place with a spell as Dimitri sighed.

(Dimitri) “Let’s...just forget that happened.

MEANWHILE

(Annette) “Ah, there’s the other Reds!”

(Felix) “Great, let’s get them! Back me up!”

(Sylvain) “Gotcha!”

(Donut) “Ooooh, they think they can pound us into submission! WELL WE WON’T LET THEM WIN, WILL WE LOPEZ?!”

(Lopez) “¡Cállate, carajo!”  (Shut the fuck up!)

- Donut charged Felix and Sylvain, only to be immediately knocked out with a combination of their sword and spears hitting him over the head.

(Donut) “OW, OW OW OW OW!”

- Annette walked up to Lopez.

(Annette) “Oh, by the way Mister Lopez! This might be a bad time to mention it, but I think that language translation spell is almost ready!”

(Lopez) “¿Realmente? Gracias a Dios.” (Really? Oh, thank god.)

(Annette) “By the way, we’re taking this hill, can you move somewhere else?”

(Lopez)  “Sale.” (Alright)

(Annette) “Thank you! HEY GUYS, WE GOT THE HILL!”

[quetzalcactus]

like grifs to the yard

[jazzy-a]

I love Florida in every way, shape, and form he comes in basically so, of course, I couldn’t resist sticking him with my favorite Red lol. (Aka: I wish they had given us Florida interacting with Red team bc it would have been priceless.) So here he is being his usual, flirty, doesn’t-give-a-sh*t-bc-he’s-a-former-freelancer-and-f*cking-FLORIDA, self with Grif haha.

(Nope. I have no idea why they would be bumping into each other and I don’t care.) ( Pls excuse Florida’s fricken high waist- I made a mistake and I can’t be bothered to fix it.)

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[love-beyond-space-war]

First regular Halo RvB oneshot. Requester was on Wattpad. I saw this as you're Sarge's adopted Daughter for age reasons. You're an adult in this, of course.

I really enjoy Dexter Grif, lol- Kept it general for when this takes place although it's implied to be before his sister arrives in Season 5 as it was not specified.

Approval

Pvt. Dexter Grif x Sarge's Daughter! Reader

Synopsis: Sarge thought it was a good idea to bring more firepower to the red team. What no one expected was Sarge to bring his daughter in. Imagine Grif's dilemma when he finds himself falling for you, the daughter of the man who he loves to irritate.

Content Warnings: Kissing, Forbidden relationship, Swearing, Other than that it's cute.

"You can't be serious...." Simmons sighs, looking over to Grif in disappointment.

"I am serious, Simmons!" Grif huffs, leading to Simmons groaning.

"Sarge would have your head if he caught you with her, y'know that?" Simmons muses. "I mean, she only joined Red a few months ago and you're already-"

"Not so loud, dude! What if she hears? That or Sarge!?"

"Doesn't sound like my problem."

"Okay, Kiss Ass."

Grif sighs and walks away from his friend. Maybe it was a mistake to consult Simmons about how he feels. Although he certainly wasn't saying it to Donut.

Truth is, Grif hasn't been feeling too well emotionally ever since he met Sarge's daughter, (Y/N). You were a bit younger than Grif and so unlike your father. Grif always assumed you weren't blood related because of that.

Sarge was so... Sarge. Ruthless and commanding, although it was fun to annoy him. You on the other hand? You made Grif's heart flutter.

You were so much nicer to him than Sarge. You even asked Sarge to go easier on him at one point. For that he was grateful.

You and Grif made surprising friends due to the relations with Sarge. Although you made him happy and he seemed to also make you happy. He never thought he'd find someone like you on the team.

Over the months he's known you his feelings only grew stronger. The only issue was expressing them. Which was hard to do for one big reason.

Sarge, your father. There's no way Sarge would approve of you dating him. That thought both angered and pained Grif.

"You good, Grif?" You ask softly, your voice shaking him from his thoughts. Grif's visor looks towards you. If only you knew....

"Ah... I guess, yeah. Simmons was giving me trouble again."

You sigh, irritated. He could read your emotions just by your tone.

"Wish Simmons and Sarge gave you more respect, Grif." You say, upset.

"Do you really mean that? They've always been like this-"

"Of course! Atleast I have the decency to treat you with respect. You're a pretty good guy, Grif."

Oh his heart ached....

"That means a lot...."

"(Y/N)!"

Grif freezes when he hears your name being called. Great, it's Sarge.

"Yes, dad?"

"Why are you talking with Grif?"

"I happen to enjoy talking with Grif?"

"He's a bad influence, (Y/N). Lazy as all hell...."

"Hey!"

"He's fun to talk to, dad."

"I would rather you talked with Simmons if anyone here."

"Simmons is a Kiss Ass."

Grif laughs softly at your comment, you really did have his back. Maybe he could give this a try...

"Language, (Y/N). Simmons is a good man."

"Say what you will, dad."

You snicker before walking away. Desperate to get out of Sarge's gaze and talk with you more, Grif follows. If he could just get you alone....

"You seem off, Grif."

Grif feels you put a hand on his shoulder. Your touch is comforting, he feels he can do this.

"Admittedly... a little?"

"Is it my father?"

"That's part of it."

"Yeah, I get that. He's just so..."

"Him?"

"Yeah."

Grif sits down in the base with you. It's just you and him in private. He breathes in before speaking.

"It's been a hard few months but I felt I should tell you this."

"Mhm?"

"(Y/N)..." Grif sits closer. "I like you, like, more than just a comrade."

You look at him. It's hard to tell your expressuon through your visor. But what you did next said all he needed to know.

You shift closer before pulling him into your embrace. You both say nothing, cherishing the moment. Grif could tell you felt the same.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." You say, pulling away enough to tug at your helmet. Grif was left awestruck upon seeing your face. It took you tapping his helmet to snap him out of it.

"Come on, you shy?"

"(Y/N)...." Grif says in shock before removing his helmet. Once off, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. Grif pauses before kissing back.

He was admittedly not that experienced. Yet neither were you. That didn't change the fact you both were enjoying yourselves.

It felt nice for the both of you. Wrapped around each other and sharing a very intimate moment. It felt meant to be....

Soon you both pull away, looking at each other in bliss. You couldn't be happier.

"God I love you...."

"Same to you, Grif...."

"(Y/N) and Grif!"

"Ah shit...."

You both freeze upon hearing Sarge's voice.

"You have some explaining to do!"