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How extra sassy Tucker would be if he was in s6

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It takes a man to be a mother

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Locus?

the reds and blues cuddle pile is complete. at last , ft locus bc hes honorary despite the retcon fuck u burnie 🖕

thank u all for helping w this amen i hope they are acceptable to u 🙏

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The precious!!! So small, I wanna eat the walls from how cute this is

You need to add Junior to the cuddle pile

HES THERE !!! hes wedged between church and caboose ^^

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Power was out, had time to kill so I couldn't help myself

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tuckington is the answer to the universe if you really think about it

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Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and Locus is just. Pining from afar. When they cuddle or hold hands or kiss.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and Locus is yearning for something like that. Something where you feel safe and loved and, sure, you get into arguments, but they’re never used against you and your words don’t get manipulated to the point of not even recognizing what you actually said and what was twisted.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and Grif and Donut both notice him pining. They try to talk to him about it only for him to go beet red and silent while Grif tries not to laugh because jfc what is his life now, having to coax an ex-merc into telling him about his crushes.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and they finally finally start noticing and realize he’s never going to make a move. So they scheme.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and Tucker starts being more touchy with him: clear slow pats on the shoulder, bumping his hip lightly to move him out of the way (or just because), even doing a side hug when he’s feeling adventurous.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and Wash starts to give Locus soft smiles that he gives no one else; starts to let his hands linger on him when they spar and one of them offers the other a hand to get up; starts to have quiet conversations with him in the morning before anyone else is awake.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, and Locus is so fucking confused and anxious and doesn’t know how to process what either of them are doing because they can’t possibly be hitting on him. They can’t. That’s not how it works. He’s supposed to simply yearn from afar as they do their own thing and wait for his silly crushes to go away.

Wash and Tucker being in a romantic relationship first before Locus is included, until they’re not. Until Wash leans over to give Tucker a kiss goodnight and then turns around to give Locus his own, a soft one on the cheek. And Locus just stares at Wash, lips parted and eyes wide. After long seconds pass with no one moving or speaking, Tucker walks closer to the two of them, cups Locus’ cheek with a hand, and gives him another firmer kiss on the lips. Nobody mentions the tears in Locus’ eyes.

Wash and Tucker and Locus being in a romantic relationship. All three of them, no ifs, ands, or buts. It’s not perfect, not when they’re all stubborn, two of them are protective to a fault, and there’s enough trauma between them to make sure a whole mental health team has jobs for years, if they ever went to get professional help. But that’s okay because they have trust and care and respect. They (usually) have communication. They have days and months and years of soft touches, quiet conversations, time spent with the idiots they call friends and family. And that’s enough.

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The Director always said it was important to have ambition, Captain Tucker. We are the Meta, and together we will be strong enough to save your friends.

meta tucker gang we've waited almost 10 years for this (I made the quote up btw)

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Tucker was starting to drive Wash crazy. And not in the “Stop sleeping naked, Tucker” or “Stop flirting with the adult recruits, Tucker” or even a “Stop being an idiot out in the field so I don’t have to worry my head off wondering if you’re going to come out alive” way.

No, Wash could handle that kind of crazy.

This. This was way worse.

Tucker was currently chatting with Grif and Donut, animatedly complaining about the training he had to do that morning with Wash. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

Except Tucker was wearing one of Wash’s sweatshirts, the fact emphasizes everytime he moved his arms, showing off the way the sleeves swallowed up his hands. 

Wash had known that Tucker was a chronic clothes thief. Had seen him in Caboose’s massive blue sweaters, had seen him flaunt about in Church’s old shirts, had seen him wearing Simons’ fancy compression braces over his knees and elbows before putting his armor on, had watched him lounge in Sarge’s never ending supply of tank tops and Donut’s bright pink and super fluffy socks and some of the high quality bonnets he’d steal off Grif. Hell, Wash had seen him in some of Carolina’s sweatpants at one point. 

But seeing Tucker wrapped up in his shirts, seeing him cuddled up in the familiar faded colors of his old sweatshirts. Well, it certainly brings up some strong feelings. Feelings that tend to stray a bit lower than Wash is comfortable with. 

It certainly didn’t help that he tended to wear fuck else whenever he was wearing Wash’s stuff, always picking his shortest, tightest shorts to wear underneath. And then the hem would fall over the length of them and make it look like he really wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. 

Wash always had to do a double take at the sight, freezing up at the sight of Tucker’s long, strong, thick legs being out for all to see without the cover of pants or armor in the way. Of the sight of him looking like he’d just come fresh out of Wash’s room like they were- like they had- 

It made Wash feel a certain way. And Tucker fucking knew it too.

If he sensed Wash watching him, his hips would sway a little bit more or cock it to the side in a way that made his shirt slip up a bit more to show off the curve of his ass. He reached his arms up like he was showing off his apparel for everyone to see, unashamed of what connotations come with wearing Wash’s clothes like that. 

And then he’d swerve his head behind him, looking every bit of a fucking model that Tucker knows he is, and smirk at catching Wash watching him. Again. And keep on having a normal conversation like he wasn’t doing all that. Like he wasn’t actively driving Wash up the wall. 

God, Wash wanted to fuck hi- fucking kill him. He wanted to kill him. Because he was driving Wash crazy and honestly being so inappropriate, they were in a war zone for fuck’s sake, why was he half naked all the time? Showing off all his glowing skin that looked unfairly soft even with all the scars criss-crossing over dark skin leading down to his actual glowing fucking scars across his stomach– fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Something wrong, Wash?”

Wash looks up to see the smug look on Tucker’s face, head tilted oh so innocently as he looks over Wash with this glint in his eyes that sends a jolt down Wash’s spine. 

“I’m fi-” Wash coughs over the break in his voice before trying again. “I’m fine, Tucker.”

Tucker’s smile only grows as catches Wash’s eye. “Really? Because you look a little red.”

Damnit. 

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Tucker hums in response, low and long as he looks over Wash and then the paperwork Wash had completely forgotten about while he stared at Tucker’s ass– while he observed Tucker’s conversation with the red team. 

“You need help with that? Looks like you’re having a hard time. Bow chicka bow wow.”

Wash rolls his eyes before finally looking away from Tucker. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“You sure? I don’t mind helping you out.” Tucker crowds into Wash’s space, hovering over his shoulder and basically whispering in his ear.

Wash coughs again and ducks his head down to hide the blush he feels spreading down his neck. “Yeah, I’m almost finished anyways.”

Tucker wrapped his hand carefully over the back of Wash’s neck, rubbing circles into the side of his jaw with his thumb. Wash’s head goes completely blank at the motion, unconsciously tilting his head back into the pressure. Tucker lets out another hum, whispering over the shell of Wash’s ear. “I could help you finish faster. It’d be more enjoyable if it was the two of us working at it too, don’t you think?”

“Oh my god, get a fucking room!” Wash startles, suddenly remembering the presence of the other two captains. 

Donut smacks Grif on the arm, earning a yelp from the larger man. “Shh! It was getting good!”

“It’s unbearable, Donut.”

Tucker scoffs at that, gently pulling away to fold his arms across his chest. “Oh, like you and Simons are any better.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tucker.”

“Make me, bitch.”

“And I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” Wash gathers up the papers and tablets he has scattered over the table, fully prepared to book it the moment any kind of chaos comes anywhere near his work. He’s already spent too much time on them to start over again.

“Wait, I can-” Tucker whips back around to Wash to slow down his leave, but Wash is already half out the door before he can properly stop him. “Goodbye, Captains.”

Wash is not running away from... whatever the fuck that was. He's making a tactical retreat because he's honestly a little frazzled at how easily he fell into Tucker's hands and how he's definitely half hard under his codpiece with half a mind to turn back around and ask Tucker to do something about it.

Yeah, tactical retreat.

Definitely not embarrassed. Or overwhelmed. Or head over heels for that stubborn, overly horny, sarcastic, gorgeous piece of shit he left back in the other room.

Definitely not.

Not at all.

"So, who's the guy that's got you blushing like that?"

"Don't even, Carolina."

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Red vs. Blue: Restoration (2024)

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Holy fuck I'm not okay I'm not okay IS THAT TUCKER???????

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Since I can't stop thinking of the castle swimmer AU, do you wanna guess who the witches are in this alternate universe?

It's Locus, O'malley(Doc), and Maine. Weirdest found family but here we are, who the fuck else is gonna adopt Tucker into the dark side?!? It's them. (I love CS!Locus like oh my God.)

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Castle Swimmer AU👀👀 God I just love combining my two favourite things don't I

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Tucker dumppp

Mind is polluted of this bastard

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Still feels a little unreal that RT is actually getting shut down now, just woke up one morning and heard about it through discord.

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dares u to draw wrif i will assimilate ppl into an my cult

semi unrelated i had a hc where wash sneaks a bite of grif's Breakfast Burrito and grif shoves his hand into his mouth to get it back hreh

Their nommable, I bet they'll be chewy like marshmallow. I still think wrif is a funny sounding name💀

GRIF WITH HIS HAIR SEMI DOWN!!!