#caboose writes

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

gather 'round, children, and let me share with you my newest brain child, Steven Taylor/Jamie McCrimmon!

This was really just an excuse to love on Steven but it feels almost as much of a twojamie fic as it is a Steven/Jamie one with how much Jamie thinks of the Doctor

there will be a part two continuation in Steven's POV because I just can't get enough!

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Six sentence Sunday!

Heyyy thanks for the tag! Lucky for me, I was writing a fic as I saw this notification pop up so, here’s something from my upcoming day one fic for @seemoreseymoursbay week!

“Okay, you want pointers?” She snapped, throwing the pillow she’d had clutched against her chest down with a little more force than necessary. “First, you’ll need to join a team or a club you never wanted to join to make your mom happy. Cheerleading should do, and maybe if you don’t have a mom, your dad would be happy to have a daughter on the cheerleading squad—“

“Krissy—“

“No, I’m not done!”

Tagging @lovelyxxxsymone @sailoreuterpe @witchy-boo @secretsofthemourning

slightly less than six sentence sunday <3

“Are you scared of dying?”

“Come on now, Bobby. You know me,�� Lily smiled at him micheviously. “I’m not scared of anything.”

tagging for fun (no pressure) @theangrypomeranian @babsvibes @jimmyjrsmusoems @goldendoodlerlockerlove @keepyourhornson-spyro

[etchif]

stex doodles to figure out how to draw them

[slyvester101]

Caboose and Wash bonding over their head trauma.

Caboose and Wash sharing tips on how they remember things and keep track of dates and names and where they are versus where they’re supposed to be.

Caboose and Wash both being at risk/susceptible to seizures due to their head trauma, so all the sim troopers have to learn how to help them through it.

Caboose and Wash having panic attacks because they can’t remember an important detail about their lives (they should know this they should know this they should know this why don’t they know this?)

Caboose and Wash both being able to remember Tucker’s name. Always. First try. Easiest thing to remember. (Tucker being scared of the day they don’t.)

Caboose and Wash hating the giant gaps in their memory, so they spend a lot of time trying to fill it.

Caboose and Wash sharing stories all the time because they don’t want to forget…

What were we talking about again?

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

If i had a quarter for every villain that CANONICALLY ends up being friends with (or at least close to) Donut I'd have three quarters!!!

I'm rounding up to get a full dollar of "former villains get to be friends with Donut" with red team locus thank you for your time

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Something from my upcoming tedmort Valentine’s Day fic:

“Am I undesirable? Do you think I’m not pretty enough to find myself a date on Valentine’s Day?”

“You’re plenty pretty, sweetheart,” Teddy leaned across the bed, pecking his lips to Mort’s. “And very desirable.”

Mort looked smug, standing straight again. He deftly buttoned and zipped his pants, shaking his head fondly. “Very desirable, he says,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.

Tagging @sailoreuterpe and @babsvibes

It feels like a good weekend for Six Sentence Sunday!

I have a snippet from Turbulence’s next update.

“I promise.”

“Good. And another thing,” she added, smirking as she threw a leg across his lap and straddled his thighs. “If Chloe Barbash ever comes near you again, I get to hit her and make her regret ever hurting you.”

Tagging @theangrypomeranian and @keepyourhornson-spyro, but anyone can play along lol

[theangrypomeranian]

thanks for the tag @thedarkestgreys 💜💜

some of these were HARD to choose between omg. please remember these are just MY personal preferences, I'm not saying that any of these are better than the other.

no pressure tag: @littleredruns @meaniezuchinni @burgerspeople @abbott976 @queenofmistresses @killjoyjenkinz @ifuckenlovesnackssguys @winekita @solunas-insomnia @cosmic-hoboandthehighlander

[nightshade-and-stardust]

I physically need to write the campy 90s horror comedy AU that the entire Blood Gulch squad was designed for. Carolina and Wash would arguably be the most competent, mAYBE followed by Tucker when he’s not breaking the cardinal horror movie rules of ‘no sex’ by trying to fuck Wash, but the rest of them?? So not equipped to deal with horror shenanigans.

Would it be supernatural? Eldritch? Slasher? Idk but I need this to exist bc the idea of these dumbasses somehow Scooby-Doo-ing their way out of horror bullshit is peak RvB.

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

I’ve come to the conclusion that yes, I indeed ship Twojamie so damn much, too damn much actually, that I’ve just started to ship DoctorJamie in general

Any Doctor, any Jamie. I simply love the idea that these two would love each other through time and space, no matter what, always.

Anyway, who would be interested in a Seven/Jamie fic?

[leonardalphachurch]

you know what. i say that all chucker is actually chuckboose in disguise but you know what the same is true for tuckington. caboose is there. he needs to be there. why are you writing tucker and wash together without their third. where is he.

[agentcaboose]

rvb ethnicity headcanons that no one asked for:

Caboose: mexican, if you know me then this ones obvious

Church: that's a white man

Epsilon: wasian, cause I said so

Tex: native, saw someone else say this and now she is Hopi to me

Tucker: black, yeah, he from texas too

Wash: east asian, probably korean, I don't know I'll revisit this one

Carolina: half-native, half-white, obviously

Kai and Grif: half-maori and half-hawaiian, this one is very dear to me, I love them

Simmons: yes he's dutch-irish, yes he's latino, yes he's ginger

Donut: italian

Sarge: USA USA USA 🦅🦅🦅

Doc: haven't given him much thought yet, but I kinda wanna try to draw him as indian

[theosphobia]

Hello rvbblr, rvb tumblr, the 3 people always liking my posts.

I bring my first ever fanfiction. and its rvb. idk how ao3 works so im just gonna drop it in here and hope thats accceptable.... erm... anyways

Everyone got seperated; the reds and blues were scattered in a pirate stronghold. Their long range comms were down and pirates lurked around every corner trying to hunt the sim troopers down.

Washington had just survived a scuffle, breaking into a run as he heard familiar shouting not too far off. Just around a couple shipping containers, Wash found Caboose standing over a pirate, Freckles' barrel smoking from fresh fire.

The blue caught the solider in the side of his vision and raised the ai-assisted rifle towards him, confetti dispersed from the gun.

"Friendly Signature Detected."

"Agent Washington! Uhm, he was like that when I got here."

Wash pushed the thought of Caboose firing at him away, he was just glad to see a friendly face.

"Caboose! Have you seen anyone else?" Wash asked, jogging up to the larger character.

Caboose looked back down at the pirate he was resting his foot on,

"On our team Caboose."

"Oh! No." Caboose shook his head and moved away from the body, sizing up to Wash.

"Are you doing okay? You hurt anywhere?" Wash started to walk and the other followed closely.

"I'm a little stressed out... and hungry.." he started. "We should find Griff next!"

Wash chuckled and patted Caboose on the back, "Hey Freckles?" The gun chimed in response, "can you find any other friendly contacts?"

"Nearest Friendly Tag is 356m away. Identification: Lavernius Tucker."

"Awesome, Can you guide us to him?" Wash asked. The custom laser sight on the rifle turned on and pointed forward. Caboose stared curiously, turning the gun from side to side, the line remained aimed toward its original path. Caboose gave a coo of amazement.

"Lets get going, the sooner we find the others the better."

--

Wash and Caboose followed Freckles' guide until they hit a large pond in the cave; they could see the remainder of the pirate stronghold on the otherside, but the water seemed to stretch to the walls, and they couldn't see the bottom. The laser ran true straight across the water.

Washington stopped for a moment to think while Caboose took a couple steps into the pond.

"I saw something over here! It might be those sim troopers!"

A voiced called from not too far away. Wash cursed to himself, a group of red dots were moving towards them on his motion tracker.

"Maybe they know how we can get across!" Caboose cheered, turning around towards the noise and started walking. Wash caught him by the arm,

"Caboose no they're trying to kill us remember?"

"Oh yeah.."

"There's no time, we're just gonna have to go through it." Wash sighed, leading the blue giant back towards the water and stepping in.

"Uhm I can't swim very well.." Caboose started, standing a bit back from Wash.

"We're not swimming, our suits will recycle air for a while, we should just be able to walk along the bottom." Washington informed him. The other man didn't argue, stashed Freckles, and followed along, both of the started to move as fast as they could in half-ton armour in water as the shouting grew louder.

They were fully submerged for a while before Wash started to notice something wrong, he was wet.

"Uh 'boose.... buddy, not to scare you or anything but I think my armour is filling up with water." Wash could feel a cut in his kevlar around his neck. He must have gotten it in that fight earlier.

"Wuh oh.." Caboose had stopped and turned to look at Wash, somehow he had managed to be moving faster than the freelancer. "Should we go back?" There was a tinge of panic in his voice.

"We can't... we just have to move faster, it can't be that much farther now" He tried holding his hand to seal the hole but water still managed to seep through his fingers, the water was hitting his waist now.

Caboose nodded and reached back, grabbing Wash's free hand, and started pulling him along so their treck sped up.

At some point, the weight behind him stalled.

"Agent Washington?"

"It's in my helmet."

Wash couldn't see, but Caboose's eyes widened. He moved closer to Washington,

"Freckles uhm.. how much further?" The blue asked as he began picking up Wash and slinging him over his shoulder without protest.

"Nearest Friendly Tag is 189m away"

Panic was rising in his voice, "okay thank you Freckles!" His speed was considerably lessened with the extra weight but that didn't stop Caboose from making his strides as quick as possible.

--

Wash had stopped responding about halfway from their predictament. Caboose didn't stop moving until they breached the shore on the other side.

Caboose laid Washington on the ground and unholstered Freckles, laying it behind them.

"Freckles you lookout for bad guys."

"Affirmative."

Oh crap oh crap oh crap... Caboose's hands shook as his fingers fumbled with the clasps on Wash's helmet and chestplate.

Water poured out as the seals broke, Wash's hair clung to his forehead. His chest laid still.

What do I do what do I do?? Think Michael think!! Caboose tried to remember what Doc had taught them ages ago. CPR CPR...

"First check to see if they're breathing! If they're not then you'll probably have to perform CPR. Since Grif already knows how to do it he'll be my demonstration."

Caboose glanced at the still freelancer, his chest was still, their chest moves when they breath right?

"Remember, you guys are wearing half-ton armour so you won't have to compress as hard as you would if you weren't. You should press down twice per second, there's songs that help but Beyoncé is timeless so we're gonna use Crazy In Love." Caboose positioned himself above Wash, tried to remember the correct hand shape, and hovered above the freelancer's chest. What if I mess up I don't want to kill Wash he's not special like Church is... he won't come back..

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. He started compressing, finding it easier to just count than remember Doc's silly song.

"Every 30 or so compressions try and give rescue breaths! Tilt their head back a little while pinching their nose to open their airway. Then you're gonna blow into their mouth a normal amount just enough so their chest rises; do that twice. If it doesn't rise make sure they don't have anything stuck in their throat. Grif is that gum I see in there?"

Caboose quickly brought his face to Wash's, blood splattered across his visor.

"Haha whoops sorry Washington!" He brought his hands back to unclasp his own helmet and set it to the side; turning back to brush away some of the bloody nose with his hand.

Caboose lingered slightly, he could feel the air around them now, he could also feel the lack of air coming from Wash's mouth. He cradled the back of Wash's neck in his hand, pinched his nose with the other and started his rescue breaths.

He fell into autopilot, repeating the steps in his mind over and over as he did them until a sharp breath came from Washington, as did a mouthful of cave pond water.

Caboose helped him sit up as Wash coughed up his missing breaths; his gaze fixated on the older man's movement.

"Caboose?" The blue's eyes bore into Wash, he seemed terrified. The feeling broke at the sound of his name however.

"Agent Washington you're okay! You should avoid drinking pond water, I don't think it's good for you." There was smeared blood on Caboose's face, Wash dipped his hand into the water and rubbed it against the stain.

"How'd you get blood on you 'Boose? Where's your helmet?" The other blue wore his helmet so often it was rare to see his face, his hair had gotten a bit longer and Wash could see wearing smile lines from his angle.

"Oh uhm! So when we got out of the water you weren't breathing so I tried to give you Cee Pee Arr but I forgot to take my helmet off! So now you have a bloody nose and you shared it with me when I gave you rescuing breaths!" He smiled, reaching beside him to grab his helm and snapped it back on, his second face returned.

Wash rubbed the back of his hand against his face, his helmet was off as well, and his own blood smeared against the glove.

"Holy shit you saved my life Caboose."

"I did?" His head tilted and he perked up again."I did! Oh my god does that mean my team kills go down? Because I saved you?"

Wash chuckled, clasping his breastplate back on and grabbing his helmet.

"Sure it does."

"Oh! You should probably cover that hole in case we have to go swimming again, Church always packed some for me..." Caboose dug around in his utility belt and procured a large patch used for underarmour sealing; he handed it to Wash and watched as the freelancer slapped it against his neck and rubbed it down.

"Geez thanks Caboose, you're really on it today." Wash said as brushed his hair back and locked his helm back in place.

Caboose wiggled from his seated position, paused, and grabbed Freckles before firing behind him.

Confetti dispersed from the rifle.

"Friendly Signature Detected."

"Caboose what the hell?! Did you really just try to shoot me?"

"Hi Tucker!"

[slyvester101]

Donut remembers how Caboose was back in Blood Gulch, even if everyone else forgot.

He remembers when he's snark back to Church's and Tucker's digs, always surprising everyone with his clever comebacks. He remembers when nicknames were said with affection, when Private Biscuit was a light-hearted tease instead of a sign of forgetfulness. He remembers when it felt like the only person in the world who could understand him, who he felt like he could actually talk to without getting made fun of or bullied, was Caboose.

He remembers when Omega came and fucked up Caboose's head, remembers watching Caboose slowly loose himself as Omega tore through his head in a rage, unsatisfied with the mind he decided to inhabit. He remembers the first time Caboose looked at him and asked what his name was again, remembers feeling choked up at the idea of all the days they spent together, all the jokes they made, was wiped away.

He had smiled and given his name again, voice forced to stay steady as he reintroduces himself to his best friend.

Donut remembers never getting that relationship back, remembers Caboose slowly slipping further into his memory problems, injury after injury jostling his brain until there's barely anything left of Donut in Caboose's head. He remembers the sting of realizing that he was never getting Caboose back, that as close as he could get to him, it would never be the same as Blood Gulch. He remembers feeling guilty for missing a version of Caboose that will never come back.

He remembers missing him anyway, hiding the ache in his heart with a big smile whenever he stands next to the man he once knew like the back of his hand, that he could read with a single look, who knew him back just as confidentially.

He remembers it all, even when Caboose doesn't.

[lilradridinghood]

@chex-appreciation-week

Day 5 - Cycle

I started writing a song about Chex for Chex Appreciation Week and then I accidentally made it about Caboose too lol

When you think about it, he did help perpetuate their cycle by bringing Church back. And I like to think he learned from it.

So this is a song about all three of them, from the beginning to RvB Restoration.

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Thanks for tagging Pom! Here’s something from my divorced dad mort au I’ve been working on lately:

The kids were gone, save for Abbey, still sleeping soundly in-between him and Mort, who’d since snuggled closer, head on Teddy’s shoulder.

“Heyyy,” Linda whispered softly, standing in front of the open blanket fort and cradling a steaming mug. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Teddy couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his face, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I see you brought a friend. Didn’t anybody ever tell you you’re not supposed to have your boyfriend over while you’re babysitting, mister?” She teased, making Teddy blush.

“He’s not my—that’s Mort,” Teddy let his arm fall from where it had been resting on Mort’s side. “He came to get Abbey…I think.”

I think that’s more than 6, but it’s hard when it’s dialogue! I’ll tag @babsvibes @koko-raccoon @golden--doodler and anyone else who wants to do it, because I’m very tired and struggling to think of people! ❤️

Anyone up for Six Sentence Sunday? It can be a drabble, headcanon, except from a WIP, etc. This is an except of probably more than six sentences lol from Thursday’s Turbulence update.

“You know I could have-” Rudy suggested, but stopped when he realized Louise already had what she needed. She lowered herself back to the floor and hefted a three-gallon sized bucket of blood into her cart.

“I’ll use your Sasquatch height next time I need something off a high shelf, Ruderoni.”

Tagging @ltwharfy @br1ghtestlight @theangrypomeranian. Anyone who wants to participate is highly encouraged. 💜