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Disturbing Revelation
Ever since Grif “quit” the reds and blues, I’ve thought, “did Grif ever call the others his ‘friends’ in season 12?” Upon researching this, I found that the answer is no. At no point in their time with the rebels does Grif call any of the reds and blues his 'friends’.
Tucker: and then he just showed up in my bed naked! Like I'm THAT easy *scoffs* like seriously
Grif:
Simmons:
Sarge, in the background side eyeing them: 👀
Grif: ...are you not that easy?
Tucker, offended: dude NO. I never fuck on the first date, or in this case before a date. I'm a classy bitch
Simmons, looking around him like he's being punked: am I being punked right now?
Grif: dude. Literally every other moment you talk about banging hot chicks what the fuck are you talking about
Tucker, leaning forward: guys
Grif and Simmons, leaning to meet him warily:
Tucker: I'm demisexual. I've had sex like 3 times. I just think sex jokes are absolutely fucking hilarious, Peak of humor, the only thing bigger than my love for sex jokes is this Dick bow chicka bow wow
Grif:
Simmons:
Grif:
Simmons:
Tucker: no one will ever believe you ;)
a very suspicious looking firearm dealer
each time i draw this f*cker he looks different
Sarge, Grif, Simmons, Donut, and Lopez watching TV being a family would be pretty fun! -spookyourpressure
Sorry for taking so long, Anon! I hope this is what you had in mind! It was kind of fun to write, though I’ve still got to work on getting into the character’s voices.On another note, I’ve decided to leave short rvb requests open indefinitely! Drop them in my inbox and I’ll write them as I get to them.
“Not this again!” Grif groaned loudly as he hovered behind the old decrepit couch where his teammates were sitting.
He had been dragged from the bliss of his mid-evening nap by an unholy commotion in the next room. A large part of him had wanted to roll over and let whatever revolution was sweeping Red Base continue without him. A smaller but much more persuasive impulse told him that he didn’t want to die today and had him on his feet. What he found was less of a revolution and more of a hostage situation. Evidently someone had dug the old projector out from under the communal pile of junk and spare parts and set it up against one of the base’s bare walls. Sarge, Simmons, and Donut all sat with their eyes transfixed on the title screen of Mama Mia!, which they had all seen at least a dozen times. How Donut had gotten ahold of that old-as-dirt piece of crap was beyond Grif. If he was going to smuggle in movies, why couldn’t he at least smuggle in something good? Or, you know, not hundreds of years old. (“It’s a classic!” Donut would always insist.) “Quiet, dirtbag! I’m missing the previews!” Sarge snapped. “The previews.” Grif said slowly. “For movies that came out more than a hundred years ago. On a movie that you’ve already seen.” Sarge’s growl threatened murder (or worse, actual work) when he was less preoccupied. The only way Donut even gotten away with hosting these movie nights was with Sarge’s permission. And Sarge only consented to watching the same damn movie over and over again because of his weird fascination with Meryl Streep – whoever that was. But apparently Sarge wouldn’t mind sharing a trench with her. Grif was reasonably certain Simmons hated the movie about as much as he did, but the coward would never say anything. He would plaster on the fakest smile Grif had ever seen and kiss Sarge’s ass all the way through the opening credits. “Esto no era un uso eficiente de mi tiempo.” Lopez announced as he shuffled into the room with a large bowl. The couch being full, he was relegated to the floor, container in hand. Sarge grinned broadly. “Yahtzee! I had Lopez whip us up some popcorn!” He eyed Grif expectantly. “You stayin’ or goin’, Nancy?” Popcorn? Where the hell had they been hiding popcorn? He could smell the butter from where he was standing. “Aw fuck.” He grumbled before taking a seat beside Lopez on the floor, digging his hand eagerly into the bowl. Just like that, they had him. He found himself sinking into the familiar and oddly comforting routine of movie night; Sarge commentating loudly and aggressively on the main character’s life choices, Donut bursting into song at every opportunity, and Simmons energetically pretending to care.
The movie really wasn’t that bad.
Grimmons my beloveds