#caboose writes

[jomeimei421]

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

[etchif]

stex doodles to figure out how to draw them

[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.

[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

[blueberryattack]

Electra and CB babysitting little trainlet (Wembley) Killerwatt.

Is that anything? You can steal if you want.

[planetst4r]

Baby Babble

A Turnov x Caboose fanfic (VodkaBrakes)

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It was a cold, bitter day in Turnov's family railyard. The railroads had ceased operation for the day due to the immense snow build up, which was common for Russia during a blizzard. Turnov and Caboose had been snowed into their shed, and normally they would take turns going out to work each day. Since that wasn't possible, they found it the perfect opportunity to spend some much-needed quality time with their baby trainlet, Snezhinka, as a family.

Caboose was in the kitchen, sipping on some vanilla coffee as he spoke to Dinah on the radio through his mic. the two had started calling each other weekly after Caboose had moved to Russia, and the calls seemed to go on and on for hours - At least to Turnov's perspective.

Turnov was in the dining room, entertaining Snezhinka by playing peek a boo, pulling silly faces, things you wouldn't expect a mean, gruff engine to do. But in reality, Turnov had a soft side, which he saved for his family and friends.

"Aren't you the cutest little engine in the whole of Russia?" Turnov cooed with a thick accent, holding out the newborn engine in front of him proudly.

He expected her to reply with just some normal baby babble, but today she said something else.

"Da!" the little engine exclaimed. her little arms reaching out for her daddy.

Oh my starlight. did she just... reply in russian?

Turnov stared at Snezhinka for a few seconds, slightly wide eyed. The trainlet let out a little chuckle at what she thought was her daddy pulling another silly face.

The russian engine looked over his shoulder to Caboose, who was still chatting happily on his radio.

"Caboose..?"

Caboose's head turned around, covering his mic.

"Just a minute!" He said, before going back to talking with Dinah.

"I'll get back to ya in a sec hun, Novvy is callin' me for somethin'." He said before putting the call on hold and placing his radio headset on the kitchen counter.

The shorter male skated towards the two in the dining room

"Yes?" Caboose asked.

By this point Turnov was sounding like he was about to cry. He was so emotional over something so small, something you couldn't expect from a man like Turnov.

"She just said "yes" in Russian..!" Turnov said in a wobbly voice, a proud smile on his face; yet he still looked and sounded like he was about to burst out in happy tears.

Caboose jokingly scoffed, crossing his arms and cocking his hip as he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure it wasn't just baby babble?" Caboose asked with a smirk, chuckling a bit at Turnov's overreaction.

Turnov pretended to be offended, cradling Snezhinka close to him.

"Hey! so what? You never know.." Turnov said, defending their trainlet as he looked down at her, tears swelling up in his eyes. "Oh, my little princess, embracing her culture! such a clever girl!" The taller male cooed at Snezhinka, who cooed back.

Their little conversation was quickly overtaken by Turnov repeatedly saying "Yes you are! Oh yes you are Умница!" while the small engine giggled in his arms.

Caboose playfully rolled his eyes, planting a kiss on Turnov's cheek before skating back into the kitchen to continue his long weekly talk with Dinah.

End of fic <3 thank you for reading! ❤️🖤🩶🤍

[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.

[beepsilon]

I want an au where church is a guardian angel who is really REALLY shitty at his job so as punishment he gets assigned to look after caboose who is basically a walking target and now church has to somehow prevent him from accidentally killing himself (or anyone else for that matter) or he gets kicked out of heaven or sth

[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

[secretsofthemourning]

Yes! This fic is so, so good! Go read it @keepyourhornson-spyro has put a lot of work into it and so many of their other fics! Read it! Do it!

Can’t Have One Without The Other

Summary: After Teddy is left at the altar by Kathleen on what was supposed to be their wedding day, Teddy invites Mort on his non-refundable all-inclusive romantic honeymoon getaway.

Chapter Three Update!

[leonardalphachurch]

@redvsbluesecretsanta for @eyeaball!

they asked for something with donut, or with kai and caboose being friends, so i kinda melded those together into this, and then the rest of blue team wanted to participate…

the formatting for this was done using @sabotourist's chatlog formatting code! ty again so much raven for helping with troubleshooting! i know usually i like to put my writing both on here and on ao3 so ppl can choose where to read it but bc of the formatting this can only be read on ao3.

[viccyfics]

6 Turnov x Caboose? (preferably touch starved Turnov) 🙏

Thank you for the prompt!

(prompt list)

READ UNDER THE CUT OR ON AO3

When you build a strong, tough, and resilient persona for yourself and use it to push your brand further, it can start to cause a few issues.

But sometimes he couldn’t help but wish it wasn’t like this.

Issues that Turnov should have seen coming, or maybe he did, and he just refused to see it, or the problems it would bring, but it was too late to fix it now.

This was who he was.

So to say he was touch-starved might have been an understatement.

Wished he wouldn’t ache when he saw a couple on TV kiss, or when he saw friends hug, or even watching someone take hold of another person's hand.

He could barely think of a time he did anything more than give a firm handshake that lasted longer than a few seconds.

But he could live with it right? Everyone knew Turnov the Russian National hated physical contact, that was just his brand, his image, his persona, but as he looked over at CB and Greaseball, the two sitting next to each other on the couch, thigh to thigh, with Greaseball’s arm around CB’s shoulders, his fingers playing with the ends of CB’s curls that were grazing his neck as they talked, he grew jealous.

He knew there was no reason to be, Greaseball and CB didn’t like each other more than friends, and considering the big jewel now sitting on Dinah;s finger, that wasn’t changing, but still, Turnov was jealous.

But he couldn’t figure out who he was more jealous of.

Was it Greaseball for being able to comfortably run his fingers through CB’s hair without anyone judging him, pulling the small caboose against him and just holding him with no cares in the world?

Or was it CB for being able to just let himself be touched like that? For leaning into it, for not pulling away, to let himself relax against someone’s touch.

But would that make him look weak?

Then he glanced over at Dinah who was too busy staring down at her left hand with a smile to notice him. Starlight…Turnov was jealous of her too.

He wanted someone to love him so much they would want to spend the rest of their life with him, and wanted to prove it.

And anyway, he couldn’t race with a ring on, but neither could Dinah…and she couldn’t cook with it on could she? Food would get stuck in the gaps between all the little crystals wrapped around the band, which meant Greaseball got her a ring knowing she’s not going to be wearing it more than she would be, more than she wanted to be, judging by her face, just because he wanted to prove his love for her, for his love to be somehow even more obvious.

Turnov wanted that…he was jealous of all three of them.

“Right,” Greaseball said, pulling his arm back and standing onto his wheels, “I’ll be back in a minute, don’t run off.”

CB chuckled watching the diesel leave the room.

Of course Turnov could wait, wait until they were back in CB’s shed, or when he was alone and could cry into his pillow wishing it was CB instead, but he didn’t want to wait, he couldn’t wait anymore, so he made his way over to the couch and took Greaseball’s spot.

“I was wondering when you were gonna come over, the dinner table doesn’t have the most comfortable chairs-”

“Hold me.” Turnov whispered, interrupting CB.

“I- what?”

“Hold me,” Turnov whispered again, staring into CB’s eyes, “Please.”

CB blinked, caught off guard by what Turnov was asking, in CB’s mind he was so used to touching people, others touching him, that he’d never considered someone almost begging to be touched, to be held, especially not Turnov who CB assumed was against physical contact.

“Alright,” CB responded gently, his voice quiet even though Dinah still wasn’t paying attention. He shifted without hesitation, opening his arms, C’mere.”

At first, Turnov put his arms around CB’s waist, holding onto the other, but kept a gap between them, and CB didn’t try to pull him closer like he was expecting, the caboose only closed his arms around Turnov’s back and waited.

Waited to see the emotion on Turnov’s face, waited to see if he needed to let go.

And then it happened, Turnov pulled his legs onto the couch and curled up, pushing himself up against CB’s torso, closing the gap between them.

CB’s eyes widened in shock, rubbing slow circles on Turnov’s back with his right hand, his left holding Turnov tighter.

And Turnov broke, tears sliding down his cheeks,

Not loud, not that anyone would be able to tell. He’d gotten good at crying without people knowing over the years, but CB knew, he could feel Turnov’s shoulders shaking, his jaw clenching to try and stop himself from sobbing, his eyes clamped shut, his hands grabbed onto CB, scared he would disappear.

CB just held him tighter, the thought of letting go of Turnov made him feel ill.

“Shhh, hey… it’s okay,” CB whispered, continuing to rub circles against the back of his trembling partner, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Turnov didn’t know how long they stayed like that, it could have been only seconds, or minutes, hours, but it didn’t matter, he felt safe, and for the first time in years he felt complete, that horrible nagging feeling he always had in the back of his mind was gone.

CB had fixed him, saved him.

He pulled back, pushing his body away from CB and took a deep breath, noticing Dinah was gone and Greaseball hadn’t come back, they must have noticed him and wanted to give them their privacy, but CB was smiling softly at him, in a way no one had smiled at Turnov in years.

“Do you feel better?” CB asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Can we do that again?” Turnov asked, his voice trembling, making CB want to cry.

“Of course we can…I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[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?

[stpsh]

CB: 10-65, Chicken Track;)

Electra: AND NOW HE'S THROWING INSULTS AT ME.

[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."

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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.

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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!"

[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.