Gimme a ship and I’ll draw something for it when I get home from clinicals.
Imagine Simmons lazily reading one of his books out-loud to Grif, whose head would rest comfortably in Simmons’s lap. Grif would pipe in and ask stupid questions, which Simmons would answer excitedly because he loves talking about what he’s reading and the fact someone is showing an interest in something he’s interested in.
Because his dad never payed attention to anything he cared about, so someone showing any interest would make him all flustered and happy.
[10:28:06 PM] Joey Jeremiah: so i can simmons being a big nerd and watching star trek and star wars and firefly and all the sci-fi you know “”“nerd”” stuff
[10:28:34 PM] Joey Jeremiah: so ofc he makes grif watch it and he just turns it on while grif is on the couch and you know grif cant get up he’s too lazy so he’s trapped watching nerd stuff
[10:28:54 PM] Gracie: hehehe
[10:28:57 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and so he retalites asking really dumb questions, like while watching star trek “so which one is chebecca?”
[10:29:12 PM] Gracie: omf
[10:29:31 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and making dumb comments like “why dont they just zap the thing?”“wait so darth vader is luke’s father are you sure well i sure didnt see that one coming colored me surprised.”
[10:31:02 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and simmons just goes on these rants
[10:31:07 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and gets really passionate about it
[10:31:16 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and grif would enver in a million years tell anyone but he thinks thats the best
[10:31:19 PM] Gracie: yes ofc Simmons is so worked up omf
[10:31:31 PM] Joey Jeremiah: he freaking loves watching simmons watch his nerd stuff and getting so excited and his eyes lighting up
[10:31:39 PM] Joey Jeremiah: but if you ask him he’d be like “no… pffft”
[10:31:42 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and yeah
[10:32:40 PM] Gracie: 8D
[10:33:04 PM] Gracie: grimmons is v important
[10:33:30 PM] Joey Jeremiah: iT IS
[10:33:37 PM] Joey Jeremiah: grif complains about all that nerds stuff
[10:33:58 PM] Joey Jeremiah: “you are such a nerd” and he’s like i’ll steal your lunch money “no you wont you are too lazy”
[10:34:07 PM] Joey Jeremiah: then they get into a fight over who would steal whose lunch money
[10:34:15 PM] Joey Jeremiah: its very stupid because they are very stupid but it ends with makeouts
[10:39:21 PM] Gracie: what if Simmons also liked neat, tidy little kisses
[10:39:40 PM] Joey Jeremiah: AH
[10:39:42 PM] Joey Jeremiah: AAAAAH
[10:39:48 PM] Joey Jeremiah: grif is bad at those
[10:41:25 PM] Gracie: he gets slobber on Simmons and Simmons is just UGH
[10:41:32 PM] Gracie: THAT’S NOT NEAT
[10:41:33 PM] Joey Jeremiah: poor simmons
[10:41:40 PM] Joey Jeremiah: gRIF IS LIKE DONT BE UPTIGHT SIMMONS
[10:41:44 PM] Joey Jeremiah: ITS JUST A KISS GET OVER YOURSELF
[10:41:58 PM] Joey Jeremiah: they even argue about kissing what is wrong with them i love them so much
[10:42:27 PM] Gracie: I bet they wouldn’t argue about like a really serious thing
[10:42:42 PM] Gracie: they didn’t argue about Donut possibly being dead
[10:43:21 PM] Joey Jeremiah: well yeah ofc theres a line
[10:43:40 PM] Joey Jeremiah: all the little things in life they argue about
[10:43:58 PM] Joey Jeremiah: but they would never argue abour something really serious
[10:44:14 PM] Gracie: that’s when they give forehead kisses and cuddle
[10:44:17 PM] Joey Jeremiah: YES
[10:44:23 PM] Joey Jeremiah: thats when they get really affectionate
[10:44:32 PM] Joey Jeremiah: and its so cute and they just are there for each other
[10:44:33 PM] Joey Jeremiah: no nagging
[10:44:46 PM] Joey Jeremiah: no name calling just kisses and holding and being there and loving each other bye
[10:44:49 PM] Joey Jeremiah: i love grimmons
me and gracie talk about the important things
THIS IS A CRITICAL DISCUSSION YOU’RE HAVING
affectionate snuggling during serious times more like wow yes good my favorite thing i am so into this right now
i tried to resist i really did but grimmons
warning: swearing, and probably really OOC i’m sorry don’t look at me i never claimed to be a good writer
"Goddammit Grif, when was the last time you cleaned these?" the angel grumbles, sitting on his knees and picking through the other angel’s wings.
"I don’t know." Grif shrugged, sitting criss-cross apple sauce, back facing Simmons.
"These are the most disgusting wings I have ever had the horror of touching." Simmons complained, pulling out a mangled feather that was so dirty he couldn’t tell what color it was anymore, and he wasn’t gentle about it.
"FUCKING BE CAREFUL" Grif winced.
"Then why don’t you do this yourself?" the angel asked angrily, plucking another feather.
"Because-AUGH- because I don’t care."
Grif was like a cat being brushed, he very well might turn around and slug Simmons in the face any moment, it was dangerous work cleaning his wings.
"If you don’t clean them they’ll get bogged down and broken, then what are you going to do?" Simmons asked, brushing crumbs out of the pale orange (it was yellow but Grif got made when you called it pale yellow) wings.
"Probably walk everywhere. Wait no fuck that, probably take a nap."
"You are such an idioit." Simmons grumbled, digging through wings. He let out a disgusted sigh.
"Grif, why is there an oreo in here?"
"I don’t know, why is there an oreo anywhere Simmons?" Grif said, somewhat profoundly.
"God, you are so disgusting." Simmons sometimes wondered why he even bothered, but if he didn’t go through the trouble Grif sure as hell wouldn’t, and Simmons couldn’t stand to see Grif’s wings become unusable.
"Wait Simmons don’t throw it out I’m hungry." Grif whined, flailing his arms in front of him as if to grab invisible food.
"Hell no, that’s disgusting." Simmons retorted, then tossed the oreo aside, far away from Grif’s reach.
"Shut up and hold still." Simmons ordered, and tried to finish up. Soon Grif’s wings were looking clean, but still out of place. He sighed and tried to reaganed feathers that would make it more comfortable, and more atehically pleasing. He didn’t mean to, but he stopped, and felt the soft fuzz of feather in his hand, and got lost in it, so lost that he buried his face in Grif’s wings.
"SIMMONS WHAT THE FUCK"
Simmons quickly pulled away blushing like an idiot. “I’m almost done.” Simmons tried to ignore how shaky his voice was.
"If I wanted my wings all pretty I’d go to Donut." Grif mocked, obviously growing impatient. It was true, Donut did often beg people to let him style their wings, and sometimes he didn’t even ask, he would just sneak up and start his work. It was hard to make him stop, he had some headlock. Even Sarge fell victim to it, Donut was able to style his wings while he slept, and Simmons was still trying to figure out how Donut had avoided getting a black eye.
"I’m not making them pretty I’m making them functional asshole." Simmons finished up and looked proudly at his work.
"Are you done?"
"Almost" Simmons slipped his arms around Grif’s next, and leaned forward, press a kiss on Grif’s neck.
"Oh, Simmons you flirt you could of just asked me." Simmons pushed Grif forward then got up blushing madly and stomped away.
"No wait Simmons come back, I want kisses, Simmons please I don’t wanna get up. SIMMOOOONS"
fuCKIN DORKS THIS WAS TOO CUTE MADDY ILU