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shepscapades · 6 years
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Game night, in case you were curious, is a complete disaster. Always. Every week.
(Featuring: Mafia//Murderer//Assassin//Whatever you wanna call it, and Twister))
I actually have about seven different games sketched out, but only had time to do my favorite two. Hope you like them, and thank you for the kind words!
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creatrixanimi · 6 years
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Hair braiding or whatever Wash is doing! A sleepover staple!! Wash definitely has no idea what he's doing but Lina gives no shits because having your hair played with is the best. Also, she DEFINITELY stole those cheetoes from Grif’s stash. Poor Grif is constantly stolen from rip...
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jomeimei421 · 6 years
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I stuck caboose in there because I was really feeling blue team cuddles today ;u;
his arms are Gentle and were made to Hold His Friends UvU
Prompt by @steel-dragon
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novarcade · 6 years
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this is very messy but i love these siblings, thank you so much for the prompt!!
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goodollouise · 6 years
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Anonymous said: for fluff week: can I get some good old Grimmons sofa cuddles please? Thanks so much!
Your boyfriend may be little taller than you, but that’s no excuse to not give him tons of smooches in his adorable face! Thanks for the prompt anon!!!
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rvbficwars · 6 years
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Fluff Week Winners!
Congrats to all who participated!
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1st Place:
Sarge and Caboose by @grimmmons​
2nd Place: TIE
Grif and Carolina Baking by @creatrixanimi​
Grimmons Repairs by creatrixanimi 
Game Night by @fandomescapades​
Maine Saves Wash by @artsyorangeykay​
Carolina and Wash Hair Braiding by creatrixanimi
FIC
1st Place:
Carolina and Wash spar by @agentfrecklelancer​
2nd Place
kind of romantic, except Grif is there by @hylian-reptile
3rd Place: TIE 
The No Sleep Club by hylian-reptile
Girl Problems by hylian-reptile
A Thousand Splinters by @zalia
Donut does nice things for Wash by agentfrecklelancer
RvB Fluff Week Masterpost
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antsyserpentine · 6 years
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Said I was gonna doodle some merc fluff Have some Locus and Felix
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cynric · 6 years
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@secretlystephaniebrown said: RvB Fluff Week: Kimball and Carolina flirt over the radio in the middle of a mission.
Epsilon has to deal with A Lot from these two
(i did not size these well, full view is your friend)
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boxonthenile · 6 years
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Fluff Week: Wash meets Junior for the first time.
Find on Ao3 here.
Wash is still learning where he stands with the Sim Troopers when he sees Tucker shirtless for the first time. There’s half a dozen scars across his arms and torso, but three stand out: two curving neatly under his pecs, and one long and jagged sitting to the right of his navel.
Tucker doesn’t notice him staring for long moments, busy trying to wrangle Caboose into a chair for breakfast, but when he does he scowls and gestures to the surgical scars. “You got a fuckin’ problem?”
“No!” he says quickly, remembering Connie and how- but his heart feels like it’s seizing and he stops the thought there. “No, just… what happened?”
“I thought that was obvious, dude.”
“I mean the other one.”
“Oh, yeah. Battlefield C-sections by underqualified medics aren’t great.”
And then Caboose drops and shatters a full pot of coffee and that’s that.–
After the shipwreck, when they trust him, when they’re seeing the worst of how broken he really is, Tucker and Caboose sit with him and just talk. About where they grew up, about Blood Gulch, about their families.
Caboose has seventeen sisters. Tucker says all he has is his son, and he traces the scar through his shirt.
Wash hopes that one day, the two get back to their families. He’s determined to make it happen.
The next day, they finally get the radio tower working.–
Tucker gets a new scar near his left hip, a horrible parallel to the one that brought his son into the world, and Wash is terrified he’s going to lose what little family he has left.–
The days after the Staff of Charon falls are a whirlwind of activity. The Sim Troopers barely escape the wreckage, and even then Grif medically dies on the operating table three times before Doctor Grey gets him stable. But they’re all alive, and Chorus is being flooded with messages from the UNSC, from sixteen different Earth governments, from dozens of nearby colonies offering aid until they get back on their feet.
And one message no one can understand until they play it for Tucker, and he bursts into tears.
“It’s Junior,” he says, not bothering to pull himself together. (He’s holding Wash’s hand too tight, and Wash lets him.) “It’s Junior, it’s my fucking kid, Kimball, please tell me we have a way to reply.”
General Kimball(there’s talk of elections but everyone knows they will be a formality, that the people of Chorus will follow her to ends of the universe) is quiet for a moment, mouthing numbers to herself. “The comms are nearly overloaded at the moment, but we could probably send a message back saying Junior is welcome here.”
Tucker stops fucking breathing for a moment. “Thank you,” he whispers. “Fuck, ‘Nessa, thank you.”
She’s so obviously exhausted, but she smiles at him. “I’ve seen too many parents bury their children, Tucker. If I can help just one find theirs, then I can count today as a win.”
The next message from Junior is literally the letters omw.
Caboose is still on bedrest when Junior makes it to Chorus and Red Team(Simmons) won’t leave Grif’s side, so Tucker and Wash go to meet the ship on their own. Wash tenses when the juvenile Sangheili strolls down the boarding ramp(he knew Junior was an alien but he was a soldier before Freelancer, he’s seen what they’re capable of) but Tucker sprints, scooping Junior into his arms(it’s a struggle- Junior is nearly as tall as him).
“Wash, come meet my kid!” Tucker yells at him, dragging Junior back down the ramp.
“Hello?” Wash tries. Junior stares at him for a long moment before he makes a sound like an angry swan and Tucker laughs.
“Yeah, cut him some slack. He can’t talk to humans either.”
“Hey!” But Junior is making more waterfowl calls that sound far too much like laughter, and Tucker is grinning at him and- oh.
This is what families do.
Wash smiles back. “Alright, maybe you’re right.”
“Bitch I’m always right.” He leans to kiss Wash, and Junior’s honking laughter morphs to a disgusted noise.
Chorus is scarred, and Epsilon is gone, but maybe things are okay.
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grimmmons · 6 years
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Fluff week sarge and Caboose being pals
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quetzalcactus · 6 years
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@the-felix-mcscouty said to quetzalcactus: For fluff week! Grif showing Locs where he grew up in Hawaii and shows him some of his fav home town restaurants with authentic Hawaiian dishes 
beach trip!!! Grif talks his head off about the best places to get snacks, rating each place in terms of cost, oreo availability, and proximity to the best napping spots (also rated), and then they go get ice cream :D
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creatrixanimi · 6 years
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This one was a super popular one!! I hope you enjoy these two!! They are so precious :’)
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jomeimei421 · 6 years
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caboose locked them in there
Prompted by @secretlystephaniebrown
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novarcade · 6 years
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comfy socks bc you HAVE to wear something comfy on movie night
this is very messy (and late) im sorry,,!
but thank you for the prompt!! i love these 3 a lot !
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drneonbones · 6 years
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Would you do carwash siblimgs cooking something for flufflweek?
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Absolutely! Have Carwash siblings helping Daddy Church bake a “Welcome Back” cake for their mom, and of course like the children they are arguing who can help more xDDD
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beewaggle · 6 years
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Ah-ha! I thought of a prompt for fluff week. Cuddling + Washington, platonic or romantic, with whoever you like :D
Title: Counting StarsCharacters: Wash, CabooseRelationships: Gen, platonic Caboose and Wash, mentioned past platonic Church and CabooseRating: G
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Summary: Someone has a nightmare. Sharing a bed with a friend can help a lot.
Wash stared at the ceiling.
It didn’t matter where he was, sleep was never going to be easy ever again. Less nightmares now, but it was hard to turn his brain off.
His door creaked open.
Wash tensed. A large figure entered. Wash’s fingers slipped under his pillow and touched the knife, but didn’t pull it. He recognized the muffled sobs.
He waited. Suddenly the covers were being pulled up.
“Caboose?” he whispered.
The quiet sniffles stifled. Caboose stiffened.
“Oh no,” He said quietly. He jerked back, trying to untangle himself from Wash’s blankets and ended up falling on the floor.
“Oof--I’m okay.”“Caboose?” Wash flicked on his bedside lamp. Caboose looked up at him miserably.
“I made a mistake,” Caboose said.
Wash frowned. He had no idea what any of this was about, and then put some of it together.
“You forgot it was me in here?” Wash asked gently.
Caboose nodded, ashamed.
“It’s okay. Honest mistake,” Wash placated. “Did...uh...you sleep with Church a lot?”
“When I have nightmares,” Caboose said, not really moving from his spot on the floor now. “He pretended not to notice and be asleep, but I knew he wasn’t because he would snore when he was asleep. He would complain in the morning, but that was… that was okay.”
Wash sighed. He lifted the covers. “Alright.”
Caboose looked up, “--Really?”
Wash nodded tiredly. Caboose quickly nestled under the covers, Wash clicked off the light again.
“You had a bad dream?” Wash asked. Caboose took up most of the narrow bed, but he arranged himself comfortably curled up. Caboose’s head pressed against his shoulder.
He remembered when he was a kid, crawling into Mama’s bed after bad dreams, or his sister’s if she was at work. It always felt safer that way. Wash wasn’t about to deny Caboose a feeling of safety.
“Yeah,” Caboose agreed. “It was bad. I did not like it.”
“Do you need to talk about it?” Wash pressed gently.
“No,” Caboose answered. “This is good. I feel better,” He snuggled closer. “You really don’t mind, Agent Washington?”
“No, I don’t mind,” Wash reassured.
Caboose shifted. Tossed and turned.
“Having trouble sleeping?”
“I’m sorry. I’m keeping you up,” Caboose shifted about to get out of the bed.
“No, you aren’t.” He wrapped his hand around Caboose’s wrist. “It’s okay, you can stay.”
Caboose rolled back closer cuddling against him.
“Thank you Agent Washington.”
He kept fidgeting though.
Wash thought back to when he was a kid. Caboose wasn’t a kid but… maybe he missed out on this sort of thing? Or maybe he just needed that sort of comfort right now.
Very quietly Wash started singing. It was an ancient pop song slowed down to sound like a lullabye. That’s what Mama used to do.
Caboose settled, his arm flung over Wash’s chest. After a few refrains he started singing too, soft and slow like Wash until he started missing words, and then he started breathing deep and even.
Wash went back to staring up at the ceiling.
He wondered if Mama felt safer too when he would sleep in her bed...
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