#tuckoose

[verycutejester]

All That's Left

Summary: Tucker didn't really mind Caboose crawling into bed with him. Unless he was crying. Then he sort of minded. Notes: I was talking headcanons with my lovely friend Cabanna and had this idea and wrote it for her. Enjoy I suppose.

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Tucker was half asleep when he heard his door open. He wondered if maybe it was Wash coming in to borrow something, but then he felt his bed dip heavily. A quiet 'Tucker' came out from the intruder, though Tucker didn't budge.

"T-Tucker... Are you awake?" Tucker groaned and rolled over to face Caboose. The other soldier sniffled a bit and wiped at his eyes, trying to make his tears stop. Tucker, trying not to seem to worried, sat up and blinked a few times, trying to get the rest of his sleep out of him.

"Why did you come and wake me up?" Tucker asked.

"I-I had a bad dream a-again," Caboose whispered. "A-and it was very scary and A-Agent Washington is not in his r-room so I could not go to him to h-help me."

Tucker sighed and laid back down, bringing the bigger man down with him. The bed made a small creaking noise, which only urged Caboose to bury his face into Tucker's chest.

"Caboose, hey. It's okay. It was only the bed." Caboose shook his head, not believing Tucker in the least bit. Tucker draped an arm over the man's shoulders and shut his eyes to try and relax. Sooner or later Caboose would fall asleep and Tucker could fall asleep as well.

Caboose seemed to have other plans before that.

"T-Tucker..."

"What is it Caboose?" Tucker mumbled, opening one eye.

"Can you c-check for monsters? C-Church used to do it for me..." Caboose pulled his head away from Tucker's chest to speak, still sniffling as he did.

"I'm not Church."

"B-but the monsters mi-might get us! And C-Church is not here to p-protect me like he usually does!" Caboose argued. Tucker groaned and pulled away from Caboose, sitting up once again. Caboose nearly pulled Tucker back down when he wrapped his arms around his waist, whining as he held onto him.

"Caboose, there aren't any monsters. It was just a bad dream, come on. I'm tired and I want to fucking sleep."

"B-but Church said-"

"Well Church isn't fucking here to back his statement up, is he? He left and he lied about the stupid monsters." Tucker tried to pry Caboose's arms off of him, but Caboose held tight, not wanting to let go of the only other person he had left.

"Tucker, p-please. I will be very quiet and go to sleep if you make the monsters go away... I p-promise..." Tucker could feel the leg of his sweat pants starting to get wet from where Caboose's tears hit it. This was stupid to Tucker. He didn't like Caboose crying, but at the same time, he was irritated and tired.

Tucker really did not want to deal with this.

"Fine. Fine. Let go of me. Tell me where the stupid monsters usually are." Caboose slowly let his grip on Tucker loosen before he sat up, letting Tucker stand up and stretch for a moment. He turned the light on and waited for Caboose to speak.

"U-under the bed..." Tucker checked and shook his head when there wasn't any monster. Shocker.

"In the wall... Y-you have to knock eleven times and if- if it does not knock back then that m-means there is not one there." Tucker gave him the most confused look he could muster before deciding that this was Caboose he was talking to; he should expect some weird ones.

Tucker walked over to the wall and knocked on it eleven times. They both waited for a knock back, and when there was none, Tucker turned to Caboose once again.

"That it?"

Caboose shook his head, and continued to point out where the monsters were for Tucker. About half an hour later of looking for monsters and there being absolutely zero, Tucker crawled back into his bed next to Caboose. He shut his eyes immediately and tried to get back to sleep, hoping that maybe Caboose would fall asleep by himself.

"...Tucker?"

"What now?" Tucker felt two arms wrap around him again and a head burying itself in his chest. He was surprised for a moment, but relaxed when a quiet 'thank you' escaped Caboose's lips.

Tucker responded by putting a hand in Caboose's hair, running through it once and then letting it sit there. Caboose nuzzled his face against Tucker's chest and he let a smile cross his face, feeling a little better that he helped him.

Tucker was half asleep when Caboose shifted on the bed, poking at Tucker's face. Tucker swatted his hand away and Caboose frowned.

"Tucker..."

"Shh... I'm trying to talk to the ladies..." Tucker mumbled.

"I think you are better than Church at getting rid of the monsters..." Caboose whispered, instantly making Tucker's dream disappear at Church's name. He didn't open his eyes, only let Caboose continue to talk.

"Do not tell him that though, because I do not want him to get mad." Caboose squeezed his arms around Tucker and yawned. "I think it is okay if Church does not come back... I have you and Agent Washington to protect me from the monsters... Though he is not very good at it..."

Tucker grumbled and poked at Caboose's side. "Go to sleep."

[boodle69]

church walking in on tucker and caboose making out and before they can talk themselves out caboose go like 'tucker did it'

[alsmitey-scythe]

Crayon Hearts

Summary:  He could feel his willpower draining the more he looked at Caboose’s pouting face before finally he threw up his hands. “Fine. I’ll color with you.” Rating:  general (FLUFFY) Words:  691 Pairing: TuckTuckBoose

            “No.”

            “But Tucker!”

            The aqua soldier sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel his willpower draining the more he looked at Caboose’s pouting face before finally he threw up his hands. “Fine. I’ll color with you.”

            The blue soldier bounced happily on the balls of his feet for a moment, grinning proudly before turning and running down the hallway, a stack of paper and a ragged box of crayons in his hands. “Come on, Tucker! Let’s go!”

            “I’m coming, I’m coming. Bow chicka bow wow.” He muttered the last part quietly, entering the main room to see Caboose already seated on the floor, a piece of paper in front of him, trying to get the box open. He sighed quietly, seating himself opposite the brunette and holding out his hand, grinning as the other handed him the box. He popped the lid, dumping them out of the floor and scanning outside for Church. Their ‘leader’ had left about an hour previous to do some recon of the cliffs and red base. Usually it took him two hours, but Tucker wanted to be sure he wasn’t on his way back early.

            Caboose was already drawing colorful spirals on a sheet, apparently not phased in the least by the unceremonious way Tucker had dropped his crayons on the floor. The aqua Spartan grabbed a few, taking a piece of paper and drawing anything he could think of. A cat, a tree, a crude drawing of Church with the word loser next to it, a bird, etc, etc. He had never been very creative with his drawings, even when he was a kid. Eventually he got tired of drawing and just started shoving the crayons into an empty chamber. He’d have to be sure to take them out later, or else someone might end up with crayons in their gun. That would suck.

            He was just about to start taking them out when a piece of paper was shoved into his face. He looked up, studying the stickman drawing of a blue and an aqua person standing on what looked like the roof of the base, a little sun in the top right corner and a light blue sky scribbled behind them. The two figures were smiling, and there was a small blue heart suspended between them.

            “Look Tucker! I drew us!”

            That made Tucker look at it closer. Sure enough, the aqua guy was just a little shorter than the blue guy. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, when Caboose let go of it, letting it fall until Tucker reached out and grabbed it.

            “You can keep it, if you want. I have a bunch of drawings of all of us; you and me, me and church, you and church, all three of us. So that one will be yours.”

            Tucker watched him as he spoke, taking a moment to study the rainbow that was now appearing on Caboose’s new paper. He was quiet for a minute before he said the only thing that came to mind.

            “Thanks Caboose.”

            He got a grin in return, setting the paper down behind him before grabbing another one, doodling for a while more before Church returned. He yelled at them to clean up, leaving to take off his armor as Tucker and Caboose started gathering up the crayons. They piled them into the box, the chamber that Tucker had been filling earlier nowhere to be seen, before grabbing the paper and heading off. Caboose went to put his stuff away while Tucker walked to his room. The two paper’s he drew on were crumpled up and thrown into the trash, but the one from Caboose was set neatly on his desk.

            The next day he took out a pair of thumbtacks, pinning the thing up above his desk next to the “Girls Gone Wild” poster he’d managed to bring with him. He never said anything about it, but it always brought a smile to his lips, looking at those two happy little figures, and that little blue heart.

[verycutejester]

Follow my Lead

Summary: Caboose really likes to dance.

Notes: I like to pretend that Tucker totally has the best dance moves, and that he knows what he's doing even more than Church. Enjoy!

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"Church, do you like to dance?”

“No.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I wanted to dance with you.”

"Tucker." Caboose poked at Tucker’s face, wanting to wake him up. His dream made him remember a question he had been meaning to ask, and he didn’t want to forget it.

"Tucker, I have a question." Tucker groaned when Caboose continued to poke his face, and he rolled away from him on his bed, pulling the blanket with him.

"Tucccckkerr! Please wake up. I have a question!" Caboose sat up in the bed now, pulling at Tucker’s arm. Tucker groaned again and rolled back over, opening his eyes and looking at Caboose.

"Caboose, I was trying to sleep. What is it?"

"Do you like to dance?" Tucker sighed and sat up, looking at Caboose with tired eyes.

"Yes, I like to dance. Why do you ask?" Tucker noted the smile on Caboose’s face that grew bigger at the sound of his words, and suddenly words were coming out of Caboose’s mouth quicker than Tucker could comprehend.

"Woah, woah, slow down. I can’t understand you when you talk like that. One word at a time," Tucker said, placing his hand on Caboose’s shoulder. Caboose let out a breath and began talking again, just as Tucker asked.

"I. Really. Like. To. Dance. But. No. One. Else. Does. And. I. Asked. Church. But. He. Said. No. And. I. Have. Not. Asked. You. But. You. Said. Yes. And. I. Want. To. Dance. With. You."

Tucker nodded in understanding at Caboose’s words, and took his face in his hands, giving him a look that said he was irritated.

"Was this really so necessary to ask me at such a shit hour in the morning?" Caboose frowned.

"I did not want to forget Tucker. It was important," Caboose argued, wanting nothing more than to dance with someone.

"Okay. I’ll dance with you Caboose." Caboose’s frown went to a large grin in less than a second, and he wrapped his arms around Tucker’s neck, happily burying his head in the crook of Tucker’s neck and shoulder, nuzzling it as he did when Tucker made him pleased.

"Can we dance now Tucker? Please?" Caboose continued nuzzling, and Tucker couldn’t help but sigh and pull away from Caboose, getting off the bed and holding his hand out.

"Come on. I think the stars are out." Caboose took Tucker’s hand with no hesitation, taking his help and happily following him out after they grabbed his boom box. They left the base, Caboose practically bouncing as he walked and Tucker trying his hardest to not turn back and go back to sleep.

"Where are we dancing, Tucker? What are we dancing to? No one will hear us right? Do you-

"Shh Caboose… No more questions," Tucker whispered, not wanting to yell at Caboose because he was cranky. Caboose didn’t deserve that.

Tucker brought them to a stop a few minutes later in the middle of the canyon. He set down his boom box, beginning to tinker with it as Caboose say idly by.

"Tucker-

Caboose closed his mouth before he asked another question, remembering that Tucker didn’t want any more questions. He looked down at his hands and waited, his foot tapping in impatience. He wanted to ask Tucker what they were waiting for.

Caboose just wanted to dance.

"Alright." Piano music started to come out of the boom box, and Tucker stood up, sticking out his hand once again.

"Are we dancing Tucker?" Caboose asked, but then he quickly covered his mouth and scolded himself for asking another question when Tucker said not to.

"Yeah. We’re dancing. Come here." Caboose inched towards Tucker, placing his hand on top of his. Tucker pulled him in close, his other hand finding Caboose’s hip. Caboose’s other hand dangled by his side, partially confused and Tucker chuckled at the look on his face.

"I thought you knew how to dance."

"I-I do!" The blonde brought his hand up to rest on Tucker’s shoulder, and his mouth formed into a straight line. "See?"

Tucker nodded. “Follow my lead.” Tucker began his steps at a slow pace, Caboose barely following after. Tucker could tell Caboose had only done this once or twice, especially since he kept watching their feet.

The music played behind them, and Tucker was trying his hardest to stay in time. Of course, as Caboose continued to watch their steps, Tucker tried to step slower, and they were suddenly out of time.

"Caboos-

"I know how to dance Tucker!" Caboose defended, looking up at Tucker quickly. Tucker smiled and let go of Caboose’s hand. He grabbed at the soldier’s arms and helped them around his neck, and then moved his own arms to settle around Caboose’s waist.

"I know Caboose." Tucker pulled Caboose to him, resting their foreheads together and closing his eyes.

"Close your eyes Caboose," Caboose listened to Tucker. "Just focus on the music…" Caboose couldn’t do it, he was too busy thinking about Tucker’s breathing and the way one of his index fingers was tracing a small circle over and over at the small of his back.

"Just relax Caboose and follow my lead."

[verycutejester]

Denial

Summary: Church would always deny it.

Notes: Did I ever tell you guys that these drabbles also consist of tuckoose? And that tuckoose is cute cute cute? Well, now you know. Enjoy!

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Church would deny it.

Church would completely and utterly deny it if anyone asked about him knowing about Tucker's feelings for Caboose.

Because he didn't fucking know.

Tucker had always been into girls last Church knew, but then suddenly Caboose didn't go to Church's room for that night. Which made Church investigate. Which made Church walk in on Tucker tickling Caboose on his bed. He didn't think anything of it until Tucker got up from his bed, walked over to Church and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thought you should know. He likes me too." Tucker had said. He then proceeded to go back to Caboose and continue the tickle fest. Which made Church have his first ever "woah back the fuck up" moment. He had to slowly walk back to his room and lay down, confused beyond belief about the situation.

The next day, when he asked Caboose if he still liked Church, Caboose replied, "I like you both!" And Church looked at the blonde with the strangest look on his face.

"You like us... both," he muttered, staring at that goofy smile that made Church happy,

"Right. I like the both of you. Tucker said it was okay to share." Church continued to stare. And stare. And stare 'til he turned on his heel, walking quickly away from Caboose and to where he last saw Tucker. Once he was in his line of sight, he marched straight up to him and gave him a stern look.

"Are we really doing this?" Church asked.

"I guess so," Tucker replied, a smile gracing his features. Church shook his head, turning away from him and walking off, dragging a confused Caboose with him. Of course they'd never tell Caboose he couldn't have both, lest they ended up confusing him even more.

Though, Tucker knew this would be the best fun he’d ever have in a long time. Not only did he get to bother Church, but he also got to spend even more time with Caboose and he didn’t mind that at all.

Church on the other hand, would not have much fun sharing Caboose with Tucker. But he’d do it anyway to make his favorite soldier happy. He’d do anything to make Caboose happy.

Church decided he should get a reward. A goddamn reward for being the best first boyfriend. Tucker would never get that reward. Church laughed at his own joke, and Caboose would listen to that laughter, begin laughing with him, and smile lovingly when Church smiled at him first.

Church seriously didn’t even see it coming when he found out about Tucker’s feelings for Caboose. He’d deny it even happened if anyone asked. But he couldn’t deny that Caboose was really good at making people happy.

No wonder both he and Tucker liked him.