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When Grif said Simmons should lighten up and left him at the bar, he very stupidly didn’t realize that Simmons had never had anything stronger than a beer before. Huge oversight. Because it was only 8pm and he was practically carrying Simmons back up to the room they’re sharing on the UNSC’s dime.“I like Long Island Iced Teas,” Simmons slurred in his ear.“You would,” Grif shot back, so so annoyed. He was just going to dump Simmons in their room and leave him there and go back down to the slots. He needed to win back some of the money he lost today. “Jesus, there’s like eight kinds of alcohol in there. How many did you have?”“Four…They were sweet.” Figures. He only left him alone for an hour. What the fuck?

Before the memories, before the Project, before the screams and the sacrifices she never asked for and never would have wanted, Corporal Bethany “Tex” Allison was a real girl.

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How do I even begin to explain Corporal Bethany “Tex” Allison?

Corporal Alison was flawless. A perfect soldier.

She had two deep scars where her neck met her shoulder and a tattoo of a Lone Star between her shoulder blades.

I heard she got her knuckles reinforced with titanium, under the skin. Like Wolverine brass knuckles.

I heard she got genetically enhanced in some sort of ONIII operation to make supersoldiers.

Her favorite movie was Pulp Fiction.

One time she met Jason Statham on a shuttle. And she called him a whiny bitch.

One time she hit me so hard she dislocated my shoulder. It definitely wasn’t awesome.

Agent Texas was the best, the brightest toughest hardestsoldierestrougheststrongest—

Stop. Back up. Back the fuck up. Allison wasn’t a story to us.

Corporal Allison was tough. Corporal Allison was mean. Corporal Allison was strong.

Corporal Allison was.

Ship: Tucker/Wash

Characters: The whole gang.

Warnings: Discussion of war wounds and hinted PTSD but nothing terrible.  

Summary:  Domestic: AU. 

David Washington has no friends, a boring job, and a ton of baggage. Lavernius Tucker has a mismatched family, a kid to raise, and a little too much heart for his own good.

Blood Gulch Veterans Center will never be the same.

A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4450436/chapters/10110710

Notes: Big thanks to ephemeraltea and renaroo for their support.

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Well. This is now my third longest one-shot. And I suppose it’s about time that I finally finished this.  Maybe it’ll mean I’ll get around to finishing the other massively huge fics collecting digital dust bunnies on my computer.  Linking it to my livejournal because I think it’s easier to read on there, it’s so huge. I started this before season 10 and I ended up not changing anything to fit Theta’s official depiction because I was having enough trouble finishing this as it was. Title: All for You Fandom: Red vs Blue Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 8169 Characters: North, South, Theta, Wyoming, the Director, Maine Summary: North, from implantation to death, and how Theta changed him.

Part 1

Inconsolable weeping why did you do this to me.

Anonymous said: If you’re still accepting au prompts, how about York/Someone(preferably North or Wash?? Or just whoever you wanna do) with 41. ghost/living person au?? 41. ghost/living person au

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You know, I at least thought that I’d be able to find her here.

16. “This is gonna be so much fun!”

Prompt provided by this post!

Fandom: Red vs Blue (churchnut)

“A wine and what night?”

“Wine and paint!” Donut chirped eagerly. “They’re really big right now!”

Church grimaced, allowing his perky boyfriend to tug him out of his apartment. He’d thought when he let Donut choose the venue for their date, he was saying ‘you can pick the restaurant we go to and then go straight home from afterward.’ Instead, Donut had take that as an invitation to be…creative.

“Donut, you know I can’t even draw a stick figure, right?” he asked, trying not to trip down the stairs as Donut refused to let go of his hand all the way to his car. “I’m gonna suck at this.”

“It’s not about being good at it,” Donut laughed. “It’s about getting tipsy and playing with paint!”

Church huffed, sliding into the passenger seat when Donut opened it for him. “Well, I can get behind the tipsy part.”

Donut grinned, bending to peck his cheek and making his face go red all at once. “That’s the spirit. This is gonna be so much fun!”

“Uh huh.”

The place was pretty close by, which hardly gave Church any time to think of a way out of it, so he resigned himself to his fate as he and Donut walked through the double doors into the building. It was filled with other couples, and a couple of people on their own, and Church relaxed when the most they got by way of socializing was a quick greeting. Good. Having to talk to people was the whole reason he stayed in his apartment most of the time.

Donut found them two easels beside each other, handing him an apron and grinning playfully as he tied it up for him. His hands brushed Church’s waist a few more times than was probably necessary, making him flush all over again. Damn his pale skin. Church tried to get him back by doing the same, but Donut just looked pleased as hell at the attention. Of course. Church couldn’t help smirking fondly.

The wine was served, and even Church could tell it was cheap, so he knew Donut had to be holding his breath as he sipped it. He snickered at the sour-lemon face Donut made as he took long drinks, giving Church a suffering look in return.

“You have to drink it fast, then you get drunk and you don’t care that it tastes like actual piss.”

Church laughed harder, trying to stifle it behind his glass. “Got it.”

They both did just that, taking long drinks and getting through a whole glass and a half before the painting actually started. By then Church had forgotten what he’d been so nervous about and tried to copy the painting they were supposed to be replicating to the best of his ability. It looked like absolute shitfaced garbage, if he was honest, but it was fun to fuck with the paint, and Donut seemed to be having a really good time. His painting was better, but not much, and he just giggled at himself every time his blending ended up with a diarrhea brown smeared across his canvas, or he dropped some on the floor, or the liquid white started to drip because he’d slathered it on like it was his job. Church liked that about him; he always just laughed shit off, where Church was so hard on himself he sometimes made himself sick.

When the night was over, they stuck their shitty ass paintings in the backseat of the car, and Church took Donut’s hand to stop him before he could get inside the car. He stood on his toes to reach as he kissed Donut gently, smiling against his lips.

“Thanks. This was fun.”

Here, have a (fairly sad) little story about something that takes place about five years before Ghost Studies? York, North, and South are about fourteen here. I guess you could consider this to contain spoilers for something mentioned in Chapter 8. 

Sidenote: I do not recommend listening to this song while reading this unless you want to be really sad. But that is what I listened to while writing it. 

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          He finds York upstairs in his room, sitting on the carpet and surrounded by a sizable collection of cardboard boxes. As North steps into the doorway he can see stacks and stacks of records spilling out of them, like they’ve been jostled around. The dark blue curtains are closed, but the outside light manages to get through a little anyway, illuminating dust motes as York turns one of the records over and over again in his hands. Slowly, like he’s trying to memorize the feel of it. 

The first time they slept together had been because they were both wiped-out after running training drills all day; they flopped down in the barracks, intending to head to the showers, but were too tired to get back up again. They landed on a cot… it wasn’t either of their cots, just some cot, but nobody tried to move them, and they fell asleep next to each other, still in their armor. They woke up about 4 hours later, now irritated because they felt gross (no shower), and hungry (no lunch). They didn’t even acknowledge the fact that they had been half-way all over each other, they just got up, muttering and complaining, with Grif stumbling off to find food and Simmons finally going to get clean.

Rating: T Pairing: Felix/Locus Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic, plenty of artistic liberties taken with magic/classes/races/etc, We’re Just Having Fun Here, and also suffering because these two are idiots Chapters: 3/? Word Count: 3829/8435

Summary: I honestly couldn’t think of how to summarize this one so I left it blank. Stuff happens. Fun stuff! Annoying stuff! Tender stuff! Awkward stuff! Happy stuff! maybe next time I’ll be able to wrangle a summary idk

Chapters: 41/? Fandom: Red vs. Blue Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dexter Grif/Dick Simmons, Dexter Grif & Kaikaina Grif | Sister, Michael J. Caboose/Leonard L. Church, Kaikaina Grif | Sister/Huggins, Lavernius Tucker/Crunchbite, Agent Texas | Allison/Sarge, Chrovos/Donut’s Moms, Franklin Delano Donut/Agent Washington Characters: Dexter Grif, Kaikaina Grif | Sister, Dick Simmons, Franklin Delano Donut, Sarge (Red vs. Blue), AI Program Epsilon | Leonard Church, Lavernius Tucker, Michael J. Caboose, Dylan Andrews, Frank “Doc” DuFresne, Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue), Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue), Vanessa Kimball Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Secret Identity, Friends to Lovers, Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Torture, Heroes & Heroines, Villains, Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death Summary:

Dick Simmons has a multi-step plan. Move to Blood Gulch, become a superhero, assume a civilian identity, and save the day with the other heroes of the city. He didn’t count on his fellow superheroes being so weird, the villains even weirder, and getting stuck with the most annoying coworker in the universe at his civilian job. But there are secrets and danger in the city, tensions boiling under the surface, and Simmons may be in over his head.

Chapter Forty-One: Conversational Minefields 

Chapter summary: 

Rating: G Characters: Felix | Isaac Gates, Agent Connecticut, Carmichael (Mercs faction) Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic, Childhood backstory, Kidnapping Chapters: 1/? Word Count: 2357

Summary: Before our friendly neighborhood assassins settled themselves in Armonia and reinvented themselves with code names, they inhabited a lovely little port city called Longshore. The trio of orphans were experienced con artists and made their own way comfortably for a while … but there were always shitty adults around to mess things up.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red vs. Blue Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agent Carolina & Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue), Agent Carolina & AI Program Epsilon | Leonard Church Characters: Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue), AI Program Epsilon | Leonard Church, Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue), Agent Washington’s Sisters, Lavernius Tucker, Michael J. Caboose, Agent Connecticut (Red vs. Blue), Four Seven Niner | Ash (Red vs. Blue), Vanessa Kimball, Emily Grey, Frank “Doc” DuFresne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sabrina the Teenage Witch Fusion, Magic, Developing Friendships Series: Part 45 of The Best of Carolina The Teenage Witch Summary:

Returning from hiatus with a vengeance, an unexpected event at school leads to some surprising reveals.

Series summary: Carolina: The Teenage Witch was a sitcom series that aired on ABC, and then the WB network, over the course of six seasons, airing directly after its parent series Sabrina: The Teenage Witch each Friday night. Similar to its predecessor, it centers on the life of Carolina Church, a teenager who discovers on her sixteenth birthday that she’s a witch. Although a spin-off, Carolina: The Teenage Witch featured a host of original characters, with the occasional guest star and name drop from its parent show, and rare crossover episode. It also took a more serious tone, focusing on the half-mortal witch and mortal discrimination and the corruption within the Witches Council.

confessionforanothertime already knows where this is going.

confessionforanothertime said: Locington #31 31. prostitute/client au

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“Stay safe, alright?”

Characters: Wash, Carolina, Tucker, Grif, Sarge.

Word count: 3k 

Warnings: Character death, illness, depression, dark. This is not light reading everyone. Don’t walk into this unprepared. 

Ships: Gen! There’s hints of Grimmons and Donut/Doc if you squint, but it can easily be overlooked as gen. Pick what you like. 

Summary:

The Darkest Timeline. Their final stand on Charon goes badly. Two live: One Red, One Blue. 

Or

Making sense out of something with nothing is left. 

Note: So I posted part of this a few months ago unedited (In All the Ways That Matter). Here’s the full draft. Thanks to @powerfulpomegranate for encouraging me in this sin, and @renaroo for telling me I still got it. 

The invitation read as such:

Dear Asshole Friends,

It’s been forever since the last barbeque, so despite the fact that it’s a terrible idea, Maine and I have agreed that we’re willing to put you up for the weekend. One weekend. A specific weekend. Don’t get any freeloading ideas. Invasion Date’s inside. RSVP so we know how many places we need for you all to sleep. There will be food. So much food. And if no one comes the kids will be disappointed and you wouldn’t want to disappoint the kids, would you?

P.S. Keep in mind, if you fuck up my son’s garden, you will sleep on the street.

The signature seems to consist of Wash’s messy scrawl. On the back, there’s a scribble of whatever Simra felt like drawing at the time.

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“Yo, I think I got a dragon,” South says, holding the paper up to the screen. There are benefits to vid-calling. “What’d you get?”