#rvb s12

[s1nful-ch4xs]

Red vs Blue, season 12 part 1

I just got the backstory on Felix and Locus. Tell me they're banging. I can smell it.

[souths-armpit-hair]

rvb but instead of locus saying unfortunate he says darn

[a-taller-tale]

I love when Epsilon’s Delta calculates Carolina’s accuracy at 82% and Epsilon calls bullshit and makes him pump it up to 92% because he’s Carolina’s biggest fan. 

[quitit]

Say what you about Donald Doyle, but I’m still impressed he talked down and recruited Wash, Sarge, and Donut, seconds away from blowing his brains out, within, what, 5 minutes?

[s1nful-ch4xs]

Grimmons fic

Spoilers for season 12

Rating: General

Genre/Tags: Fluff, sleeping in same bed, cuddling

Word Count: 507

"I don't see this working out for us, y'know. This whole… hero thing that these people believe." Grif spoke up, sprawled out on Simmons' rather uncomfortable bed like he owned it. He probably did. Simmons would give it to him, if he asked. He'd give him anything if it meant he'd stay by his side.

Whoa.

When did he start thinking sappy shit like that?

"I guess I kinda see what you mean. But, I mean, these people need hope, Grif. We don't exactly have much of a choice, we're in this together," Simmons responded, glancing up from the rifle he was cleaning. He sat on the floor, all the supplies spread out in front of him as he worked.

"I dunno, Simmons," Grif shrugged, stuffing his mouth full with snack cakes. "I kinda don't wanna."

"This isn't a game, Grif." Simmons sighed, returning to the task at hand. His gun hadn't been cleaned in a while, and it was starting to grate on his nerves.

"Well obviously, Simmons. If it were a game, I wouldn't have to share my snack rations with a bunch of people."

"Don't be so greedy. You'll live."

"No, I won'tttttt," Grif whined in exaggeration, throwing his arms up. Simmons couldn't help but sigh in response, shaking his head. This was just like him— he wasn't sure why he expected anything different. It was almost endearing, if he didn't berate himself for thinking something like that.

"You sound like a child."

"Hey! I have more dignity than a child."

"Do you?" Simmons scoffed, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was nice, the moment of small peace. They hadn't had a moment like this in a long time.

"I do, thank you!" Grif rolled his eyes, sitting up on Simmons' bed. "Are you done yet? I'm ready to sleep."

"Then go back to your room."

"Who do you take me for?" Grif gasped dramatically, "Someone who sleeps in his own bed? Blasphemous, I tell you."

"Then deal with it." Simmons sighed, setting the barrel of the gun down. He didn't mean it, of course. He'd drop mid clean if Grif was that tired. He always did.

Grif looked pleased with himself as Simmons stood, dusting off his legs. The moment passed without a word as Simmons turned the lamp off. Climbing into the bed with Grif, a soft, almost relaxed sigh escaped his lips. He liked this. Liked being close to him. Laying beside him. He tried to tell himself it was for the warmth Grif supplied, and nothing else, but they both knew it was more than that. It was always more than that with the two of them. Nothing was ever as cut and dry and they wanted it to be.

"Comfy?" Grif mumbled when Simmons' head settled on his chest. He didn't push for a response when Simmons stayed silent, understanding that some things just didn't need words. Sometimes words were hard. Sometimes words complicated things— words can come out, or mean something different. Sometimes words aren't needed.

[a-taller-tale]

I think Tucker saw Felix as a friend. He gives him a lot of shit, but they play off each other the most out of the Captains. The persona Felix presents is lovable asshole, which is a personality archetype Tucker is VERY used to. *cough*Church*cough* In S11, Felix was playing the charismatic rogue. In S12, he’s the merc who’s only in it for the money with the secret heart of gold. It’s a subtle change, but he ended up with Tucker, and it’s the perfect persona for Tucker to let his guard down. 

[a-taller-tale]

Caboose: “It’s good to have you back, Agent Washington!” [and he walks off blithely as he does whenever he gives a freelancer a life changing compliment] Wash: [to himself, quietly, slight fond smile under his helmet] “It’s good to be back.”

[a-taller-tale]

Simmons: “I’m pretty sure Church has always been an asshole.” Grif: “Yeah, isn’t that kind of his thing? Like, Simmons is smart, I’m good looking. You guys are the dumb one, the lazy one, and the mean one.”  This is at least the second time Grif has referred to himself as the handsome one.