RvB Imagines/Scenarios and Stuff Like That??

Words are hard.(Simmons)

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   "Um...h-hey Simmons?" You walk up and ask him. I'm going to tell him this time. This time for sure. No hesitations...you got this.

   "Wha-uh-what-" His voice cracked a bunch immediately after he turned to see you. "Oh! Heeeeey (Y/N)..." He laughed nervously. Oh my god he's so adorable when he does that!

   "'Sup (Y/N)?" Grif asked. Of course he was there. Grif was always with Simmons unless he was working on something. "Actually, my buddy here wants to tell you something. Take it away, dude."

   "I-I, um, I uh-you're-um..." His stuttering kept going on and your mind wandered...along with your eyes. Beneath his armor, the black bodysuit defined every muscle he had, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't spend half the time you're around him looking in his direction for that reason in particular. He mumbled something and that brought you back to the present.

   "Uh..." You muttered quietly. You didn't want him to know you zoned out while he was talking, that's rude! So instead, you simply replied, "Yeah."

   "Wait, you knew?" Grif asked. "That's it? That's your reaction?!"

   You didn't want to look dumb in front of Simmons, so you played it cool. "Well, yeah, e-everybody knows...that, thing that you just said." You looked around nervously inside your helmet, making no outward movements. At this point, you didn't want to give it away that you had no idea what he said, so you quickly responded, "Okay well nice chat gotta go bye." Right before you turned to walk away, your peripheral vision caught Simmons's shoulders slumping, and Grif's whole body tense up.

-~<•>~-

You were eating at your normal place(which had a perfect line of sight to Simmons), when Grif popped up next to you. Before you could react, he grasped your arm and practically dragged you over to his room.

"Grif, what-"

"I'm the only one that gets to do that to my best friend." He told you in a stern tone.

"Do what?" You asked.

"Zone out and pretend as if you have some idea of what he said. That's my job. And you're the last person who should be doing it for me." Grif kept up the tone and crossed his arms. Was he still on about earlier?

"Well, I mean it's not like he told me he liked me. That only happens in movies or romance novels." You replied.

Grif's face deadpanned. "That is exactly my point; that IS what he muttered. You having literally no reaction except quickly walking away really messed with him. Now you are going to go apologize."

"Look Grif, I'm sorry I made Simmons mad, but it's no use for me to apologize now. He probably hates me for not listening."

Grif's face went from deadpan to a kind of 'are you frickin kidding me right now' expression. "Dude, he has no idea you zoned out. I only know because I do it all the time, but he has no idea. Just- just go talk to him for Pete's sake!" The man in the orange sweater half-yelled.

See, you and Grif were friends. He knew about your crush on Simmons, but had promised never to tell him. Keeping a secret is literally just not doing anything. Not talking about it, not writing it, nor doing anything, so it was easy for him.

   "But what if he gets mad and never wants to see me again? What if I just leave him alone for the next few days and let his blow over? He'll forget it, right?" All the excuses for not doing this were pouring out of your mouth.

   Grif's expression changed to one that sent the message of 'I regret what I'm about to say, but it needs to be said.'

   "Y/N, I'm only gonna say this once, so listen close. Speaking for Simmons? He's crazy about you. He's never going to admit it, but it's true. If he's not asking why we're here, or talking nerd, or ass-kissing, he's talking about you. Trust me, I know. He was really freaking out about having to tell you his feelings earlier, since us guys don't usually do feelsy stuff like that. So-"

   "What about Doughnut?"

   "He doesn't count. So if you ever want to have a chance with him, you're gonna need to go up to him and explain real soon, because if you don't, he's going to think you don't like him at all and he's going to avoid you as much as possible. I for one think it's really cliché, and I don't want to have to deal with that, so go talk to him already." And with that Grif gave you a pat on the shoulder, and walked out to leave you to soak up the info bomb he just dropped.

-~<•>~-

   "Simmons!" You ran at him full speed, skidding to a stop in front of him, creating an epic cloud of dust that Carolina would be proud of.

   "Oh, uh, hey Y/N...listen, I gotta go-"

   "No! I've got stuff to say, and you're gonna listen, so sit down." You surprised yourself with this sudden take-charge personality.

   He didn't sit down. You stood there, opened your mouth, and...

   "...u-uh...I-I...I...need to...tell...you..." you squint your eyes and take a deepbreath.
   "IhavereallylikedyouforalongtimeandI'msorryIzonedoutearlierandIwantedtotellyouthatIlikeyoutoo." You word vomited.

   "...what?" He didn't understand you.

   You took another deep breath. "I..." you have a big sigh. "I'm sorry about earlier. While you were talking, I...I was...distracted. I should have listened better, because instead of hearing whatever you said at the end, I, well, didn't. I wanted to tell you that...I...I have actually...liked you for a while." You refused to make eye contact.

   "Y/N-"

   "Like, like-liked you. I-I-If you don't want to ever talk to me again I totally get it...god I'm such a mess right now..."

   "Y/N..."

   "I just...I hope you can forgive me, it was really hard not to look at your- I mean, get distracted by- I mean-" He cut you off by taking off both your helmets.

   "Y/N..." He looked you straight in the eyes.

   You were speechless as he kissed you. It was even better than you'd imagined it. You know the sayings of butterflies in your stomach? Or, fireworks in your soul? Well, those aren't true. They were freakin' NUKES. Something told you to kiss back, and you did whatever feeling that wanted. He had his hands resting on your checks. The kiss broke(entirely too soon in your opinion) and you caught your breath.

   "I love you too." He said, loud and clear.

   With that a blush took over your entire face, and you buried it in his shoulder, giving him a tight hug. He hugged back, and then there was a flash.

   "You got that, right?" Grif's voice said.

   "Aw, hell yeah." Tucker's responded.

   "Tucker, you son of a bitch!" Simmons yelled at him, while you took off in his direction, aiming to give him some scars.

   A/N: Ahh, good times.