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lemonpika · 2 years

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>>dating them in the 90s

characters included: eren jaeger, armin arlert, levi ackerman, jean kirstein

content warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed use

general headcanons of what dating them in the 90s would be like! (feat. their wardrobes + 90s romcom meetcutes!)

EREN JAEGER:

You met Eren at a show. He was playing in his garage band and you just couldn’t get your eyes off of him.

You had some fake beer in your hand as you shyly approached him after their setlist was over.

He laughed in your face as you asked him if he was going for a Nirvana kinda vibe

But he thought you were cute so he decided to chat you up for the rest of the evening

He even invited you to go up to his room with him so you could smoke some of his leftover weed

As expected, he was strumming some sloppy Nirvana chords as he took a few hits

It doesn’t take long before the two of you fall in love. He probably asks you out after a week of hanging out with you in his room

He often sneaks you out of your house so that the two of you could break into the neighbor’s swimming pool and go skinny-dip just for the fun of it

Eren drives a shitbox from the ’80s, but it’s been able to withstand the crazy 2 am road trips you’ve been on

His car is always filled with random fast food bags and cups despite you asking him to clean up once in a while

He also tends to hotbox the shit of his car when he’s with you

DID I MENTION THAT HE LOVES SHOTGUNNING YOU TOO ;)))))

Most of the time, Eren brings your favorite fast food and quotes the cheesy, obnoxious lines from whatever commercial it was featured in

Your music taste will shift the longer you stay with Eren. Your playlist will shift from Mariah and Tupac to Nirvana and Korn within a matter of weeks.

You always steal Eren’s torn flannels, even though they always reek of cheap weed and cigarette ash

You also like to bring up how Eren’s long hair reminds you of Heath Ledger

And Eren has no idea who the fuck you’re talking about

He makes alternative mixtapes for you and he will be genuinely hurt if you don’t listen to it to the point where the cassette is disintegrating

He loves going to parties that his friends organize so he’ll drag you along to a few ragers

Sometimes, you have to pull him away from the pool just to make sure he doesn’t accidentally drown himself in his drunken haze

He constantly has his hand on your thigh when you’re watching TV together, always asking if you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself

He takes a lot of pictures of you when you’re doing some accomplice shit with him.

Like he has so many pictures of you with a blunt between your fingers and a beer bottle in another while you stand in front of a burning building

He loves taking you to arcades too, he loves the old school beat em-up’s and will constantly challenge you to a round

Conversations with him either last for hours, or it’s belittled down to a few reassuring grunts as the two of you sink into the couch.

He probably fucking bites you affectionately too because he feral like that

He also likes to bite your bottom lip when he kisses you, he likes the surprised noises you make

ARMIN ARLERT:

You met Armin during one of your beach trips with some friends. It was the summer after graduation and you were looking forward to going to college!

You spotted him along the shoreline just wading in the water and splashing around with his own group and you instantly fell in love

Your best friend pushes you to go talk to him so you approach him while he’s taking a rest under the shade of his umbrella, reading peacefully

You sit down on the sand next to him and ask what he’s reading. And to your surprise, he’s extremely excited to share

Unbeknownst to you, but Armin felt the exact same way you did about him when he first caught a glimpse at you. He just thought you were super attractive!

He reveals that he’s from out-of-town and is only here for the annual beach trip he takes with friends

But he mentions that he’ll be a freshman at the university you’re attending in the fall and that the city he’s from is only about an hour away

It starts off as a cute summer fling, with both of you flirting casually over the week-long span of his trip

But the two of you are quick to fall in love and are nearly inseparable by the time his trip is over

You take naps together in the back of his van, enjoying the sea breeze as he holds you close

He also stays up all night with you just talking about books he’s read or some movies that he’d want to catch with you before he leaves

He’ll also read to you while you’re resting in his lap, music playing softly over the car stereo

Sometimes he’ll drive over to your house to hang out and sleepover a few times

He’s kinda nosy tho. He’ll look at your stuff and ask you about it because old boy’s curious

He likes to lay in your bed and read with you nestled underneath his arm following along. It’s such a serene, calm environment

But even after the trip, he’ll take the hour-long drive just to hang out with you and have those cute starlit conversations he loved so dearly

You’ll be on the phone with him for hours, making any other calls to your house go straight to dial-tone since the line is always busy

He plays with your hair a lot, whether that’s by stroking your scalp soothingly or by pulling gently on individual strands of hair

Armin also gives you cute pet names, “Hey, seashell!” “You look really cute today, angel” and of course “baby” “love” BECAUSE HE’S SO CUTE

He makes cheesy mixtapes filled with really sappy love songs

He makes pillow forts with you in your room whenever he comes to visit, talking to you about the future while munching on some veggie sticks

Armin also plays guitar and will serenade you at the beach with a small fire going

He likes to come over to your place and cook/bake for you. He’ll whip out his favorite cookbooks and ask you to come and help him

His kisses are sweet and innocent, pecks evolving to slow, passionate kisses

LEVI AKCERMAN

You met Levi because he was a regular at the small tea shop you worked at during college

He was one of those regulars who would order the most basic black tea and then sit down in one of the shops lounge chairs, reading for hours

You didn’t really mind though since you thought he was tight

He definitely would assist employees in throwing out unruly customers and that’s what made you want to talk to him

Levi was a little older than you were at the time, but you just thought he was so dreamy like uff I don’t blame you

You approach him one day after your shift ends and calmly sit on the lounge chair adjacent to his

You could tell that he wasn’t a huge talker so you just introduced yourself and asked him what he did on the days he didn’t come into the cafe

He would give you a simple response and leave after the brief conversation, he was a little flustered since he didn’t expect you to approach him at all

But after that, he would visit almost every day, bringing in the same book just so he could have an excuse to see you and maybe talk to you

After about a month of this, you just give him your number because you figured the guy had a thing for you

Which he VERY MUCH did

He pages you quite often, urging you to return his calls whenever you have the chance to

He loves hearing your voice, you talk a lot and he prefers to listen. He finds your voice so comforting, and it makes him smile to hear you laugh through the receiver

He likes picking you up from work and taking you on posh dinner dates, or sometimes he’ll take you back to his place and cook a meal for you there

Levi’s very independent when you’re not around, but the second he gets to spend time with you, he makes sure that EVERYTHING is perfect

Like he will clean his house for the entire day just so you can enjoy a nice, stress-free environment after work

He often buys you flowers and brings them to you when you’re at work. Normally, he’ll tell you that he has something great planned for later

Believe it or not, Levi LOVES watching movies with you. His favorite director is Kubrick and he will not shut up about all of the theories he has for the metaphors in the films

You two will often sneak in food and snacks into the theater because everything he wears has insanely deep pockets

He likes to slowdance with you while the TV’s turned on in the background, he just can’t get enough of how you feel in his arms

His kisses are deep and loving, he loves grabbing hold of your chin while he kisses you since he loves touching you

Constantly holding your hand whenever the two of you are together, he rubs your knuckles with his thumb so gently!

Levi has a cat named Stanley (after his favorite director obviously) and he’s such a lazy cat too!

JEAN KIRSTEIN

You met Jean at a college football game. He was the quarterback and you just couldn’t take your eyes off of him in the stands

There was an after-party and you were invited by some friends who were on the team

You were awkwardly settled against a wall with some beer in your hand when Jean approached you

He was surprisingly still sober when he angled his arm over your head, trapping you against the wall

He wasted no time in flirting with you because he thought you were an absolute babe, and he liked to remind you of what he thought

You flirt back, admittedly a little nervous because of his boldness. But you kinda dig it

He gives you his number before the night is up and practically begs for you to call him in the morning

Sure enough you did and Jean has to scramble to put on his “casanova” voice

He takes you out on a LOT of dates, he loves spoiling you

Will definitely speed around in his Honda, trying to show off and impress you

He sneaks up into your room at night with your favorite fast food and he lays in your lap while you feed him some fries

He listens to a lot of R&B so he’ll be sure to include some raunchy titles in the mixtapes he makes for you

ALSO BURNS CD’S AND TITLES THEM STUPID SHIT

He made you one titled “booty trumpet crap” and you didn’t talk to him for days

He spends an absurd amount of time on his appearance and will make sure his mullet is looking extra tight before he sees you

Jean constantly has gum or breath mints in the car just in case he wants to make out with you

He also has really bad retail therapy so he’ll take you to random shopping malls just to hang out and maybe buy you something cute

Sometimes, he’ll drive to malls that are hours away from your house just so he could buy some elusive sneakers

And he’ll also buy you a matching pair because he thinks matching sneakers are hella cute

He often plans out weekend trips with you just so the two of you could get some fresh air

LOVES WHEN YOU RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR!!

He often says shit like “You like that, baby?” whenever he does something cool

Probably watches Fresh Prince religiously or literally anything on MTV

He likes it when you make fun of him for the stupid shit that he does. Like he’s tried to drift in his poor car so many times that he’s probably fucked up the engine, and you always clown him for doing that

HE SKATES!!!!

So you’ll end up taking a lot of cute pics of him at the skate park. But there are some pictures where Jean’s about to eat shit

He likes to hold your fingers individually and kiss your knuckles

His kisses are an EXPERIENCE! Playful and fun at first, but it isn’t long until he starts using that tongue of his

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aftergloom · 3 years

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Feral Summer Love Headcanons (The Sweet Stuff) - Part I [Feral Opress x Reader]

I'm considering throwing Kai and Feral into the Summer OC challenge, so I'm just hashing a few ideas as headcanons. They might even be plot beats.

For simplicity's sake, I'm pitching as Feral x Reader (You), and Maul and Savage make cameos.

This is.. really wholesome, clean summertime fluff.

(What's wrong with me?)

Part I (below) | Go to Part II

Feral knows the words to every song. He doesn’t mind not-driving if he can control the stereo, and he will sing along. It doesn’t matter the genre or the station, he listens to everything and you can frequently hear him humming, or tapping his foot, or his nails against the window sill when you’re driving. His favourite thing to do is to sing the longest and most convoluted songs — shouting them at top volume out the window on warm summer nights into the dark to wake up the neighbourhood — completely pitch-deaf and indifferent to anyone who might be sleeping. It’s how you learned the words to all sixteen minutes of NOFX’s The Decline. He made you want to sing along.

You do not speak of the Marshmallow Incident. It might’ve been Feral’s idea (because who else would try to use Savage’s horns to skewer marshmallows for roasting while he was napping maybe too close to the fire?) You went along with it. Hell, you brought the chocolate and graham crackers. Savage still hasn’t forgiven you.

The midnight trip to the beach because you couldn’t sleep was Feral’s idea. Skinny dipping? That’s on you. It was mostly dark with dim stars and a crescent moon, and if you could ignore the fact that you’d both been hovering just a little too closely all day (not touching, but sharing smiles; the occasional brush of the backs of your hands) it was really just supposed to be a nudge in the direction you were both headed anyway. Sharing the same camping tent with him wasn’t helping, because you can’t lie there in the dark next to the guy you like with all that tension packed into the quiet for hours and not do something. So he suggested the walk on the sand, maybe just to clear your heads, maybe just to share each other’s company, maybe to talk — and you went along. Two things you forgot: You both forgot your swimming suits, and Feral can see perfectly in the dark. The bioluminescent plankton, though? That was a nice touch, but maybe not as nice as the moment he took your hand, half-submerged, so you could watch the swirl of so many blue-white shimmers through the surf around both your bodies; like you were standing together in a sea of stars.

There’s a lookout point on the edge of town where a lot of kids park to see the suburban lights. Miles of development arranged in neat rows. City lights. Mostly, kids head up there to smoke or drink or — you know. The first time Feral took you up there, you’d been surprised: you didn’t think he was the type. When he’d angled the car’s headlights in the opposite direction and over the decline of scrub trees, you figured out why he wasn’t like the other guys: there was a drive-in theatre at the bottom of the gully below. Sure, he said: he could’ve taken you to the show, but when he brought out a bag of microwaved popcorn (cold) and a couple of sodas (a little warm) you realized just how perfect it was that he’d planned it out. You sat on the hood of his car, and though you couldn’t hear the audio track, you both made up the dialogue as the movie went along. Feral’s Matthew Broderick impression, though — he spilled half the popcorn and his drink on your lap when he stood up, but he got you laughing the hardest when he sang you the words to the parade scene, jumping from roof to roof of every car in the lot.

You don’t call it a date. He doesn’t either. But it feels like it when you arrive at the fairground and his gaze lingers a little longer on your legs in that dress you’re wearing. It carries that weight in the private smiles you share, before you remember the last time either of you braved the tilt-a-whirl together after too many funnel cakes. It wasn’t great, but you’re older and wiser for past mistakes, and also, his brothers aren’t around to stuff his cheeks with things he shouldn’t eat. This time, you feed him bits of candy fluff, and if Feral’s hands linger at your hips, rubbing circles into your skin as his lips brush your fingertips, there’s a different kind of magic in the air beneath the glitz and glare of the carnival lights. He drapes his arm across the back of your seat on the Ferris wheel, touching your shoulder just the once to bring you a little closer into his side. He wins you a stuffed Loth cat at the shooting game which you tell him looks a little like him on a bad day. And to his credit, Feral never hesitates when you lead him into the Haunted Funhouse, even if he gets that look in his eye when you remember (he hates clowns). If he stands a little too closely at your back, his breath on your neck, his fingers catching yours, you’re sure to squeeze him back as you lead him into the dark with all its horrors. Even when both of you are screaming your loudest and laughing, you don’t let go.

Maul tells the campfire stories. Savage is most interested in tending the flame, but Maul’s litany of vengeful spirits, haunted castles, creeping terrors, and dissatisfied gods long-forgotten fill the night as the moon descends beneath the treeline. Feral and you sit close together, knees almost touching the darker it gets, and when the choke of smoke and Maul’s lyrical inflections turn to darker contemplations, it’s Feral who finds the blanket that drapes your shoulders. The brothers leave you alone eventually with the crackle of the flame and its warm cast against your knees, and in the silence when the forest becomes oppressive, you finally realize the weight around your waist the whole time has been Feral’s arm — keeping you safe. He’s slightly less-appreciative later when you jump out from behind a tree with a scream to startle him. At least, you think, he’d already peed.

Feral’s the one who agonizes over wanting to be something more than just a friend. It’s no surprise that he’s saddled himself with a few insecurities (I mean, look at his brothers. He thinks he’s got a lot to live up to.) But whether he’s headstrong or courageous, in the end he’ll confess, even if it means losing a friend. It hurts too much not to, but Savage has taught him to be fearless — and even if he doesn’t always feel it, Feral tries. He tries so fucking hard. And if he needs to, he’ll lie to himself that he’s brave so he can force out the words. It’s a desperate, painful moment where he’s so sure that you’ll tell him you don’t feel the same way that he apologizes anyway. He’s so wrapped up in the prospect of getting rejected that you have to physically take his hand, put yourself in his space, and smile up at him like he’s the karking sun before he can calm down. Touch his face. Watch him soften a little, and if he still doesn’t believe you, place your hand on his chest between his hearts and let him know you’re not going anywhere without him.

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kiliinstinct · 5 years

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A Nalu’s Eve - Request

@caandleworks && @lovelyluce

The Drabble request that ended up longer than it should have- here you are! ~ Pairing: Nalu Obvious Rating: T but Borderline for Adult Innuendo and Obvious Nudity

The water was cool that night- enough to bring a light shiver up Lucy’s spine as she slid her body into the depths of the clear pond. Most ponds looked murky, full of mud, algae and moss, but not this one- even in the night the moon and stars reflected off its surface in a brilliant cascade of colors. Relaxing, if not for the mild embarrassment she was currently feeling.

“You didn’t look, did you?” She asked, gaze tilting back towards the bank, catching a glimpse of Natsu off by the shore. Her partner snorted, turning his body around to face her, eyebrows raised in that peculiar way she knew so well. He was thinking her weird.

“Tch, I didn’t look, but I still don’t think it matters.” He griped, prized scarf and shirt being tossed into a pile (next to her own discard clothes) while he rushed to join her. Despite the confused tone, amusement curled his lips, fangs glinting in the low-light. “It’s not like I haven’t seen ya’ naked plenty of times before!”

She shrieked when his pants joined the rest of his clothes- full proof of him going commando hanging out for her to see. Face turning a dark red, the Celestial Mage quickly covered her face and whined. “Natsu- I don’t care how many times we’ve seen each other naked, it’s still embarrassing for you to just-” a brief pause and, “-just WATCH me skinny dip!”

That was the bare bones of it. Lucy had never considered herself the type to even try such a thing- considering it much more frugal to keep her clothes (or at least a swimsuit) on while in the presence of a public area. (However public you could consider the middle of the woods. It was still out in the open, as far as she was concerned!) It was a mystery to her still that he had even managed to convince her to try it. The fact it was just the two of them made the decision easier, but it did nothing to answer Lucy’s inner curiosity.

Natsu was somehow very persuasive that night. Either by the way his mouth and fangs had felt on her neck when he whispered the idea into her ear, or the fact she let her own inner fantasies get the best of her, the Dragonslayer had got what he wanted. Lucy could hear his laughter as he dove into the water - a cannon ball if the waves were any judge. Another shriek followed when cold water struck her arms and face, but she refused to lower her fingers.

“Come on, Lucy~” He drawled, voice slowing coming closer, suffused with mischief and a hint of something dark and sultry. It made her toes curl under the water while her stomach churned in apprehension. “You can look, I don’t mind.”

“I- I do!” She hissed, flinching when his voice came nearer, but from the side? Was he circling her?

The answer came to her very quickly- as the water shifted with his smooth movements and her body felt a change in temperature from behind. Natsu’s heat. She’d recognize it anywhere, but obstinance forced her to keep her eyes firmly shut. Why was she still so shy? Natsu had spoken the truth; they had gotten to see each other intimately enough so many times, it should hardly matter. And still she felt even her neck and chest redden the moment his broad, tan arms circled about her waist, fingers enclosing about her stomach while his chin was placed upon her shoulder.

Lucy could feel the fringe of his hair tickling the sides of her face and couldn’t fight off the giggle that was pulled from her.

Hot breath fanned against her ear and the slayer chuckled once again, “You can definitely look, weirdo~” the hands on her stomach rose from beneath the water, trailing chilled droplets from his warm fingers up her torso- teasingly pulling forth a shudder. Near to touching the swell of her breasts, Natsu’s hands moved from her and he laughed at the way she gasped in mild disappointment. “Hah, naughty, naughty- it’s not time for THAT yet, y’know.”

“Oh shut it-” She snapped, though her words held more heat than bite, arms finally lowering to free her view when his calloused hands pulled them down, gently, carefully- entwining their fingers as he placed them back along her toned stomach.

“Nah,” Natsu replied, tilting his head just enough for her to feel the nip of his fangs against her ear. “Too much fun messin’ with ya.” His embrace tightened and all her reservations slowly began to fade away, a contented smile and pleased flush replacing the Lucy’s earlier mortification. Relaxing against him, back flush against his warm chest, the celestial mage hardly felt the chill of the air or the water. This was perfect. She had to admit and her eyes fluttered shut while her thumb gently glided across the ring that he never took off from his finger. Natsu’s own hand traced along her matching one and in that brief, beautiful moment, their hearts were in sync with the other. A princess and her dragon- naked in the cool waters near their camp, hearts beating simultaneously while the moon continued it’s climb across the sky.

“You know…” Natsu began, voice suddenly breaking through the air, sounding nervous- quite different from his earlier outburst. Lucy hummed her acknowledgment, waiting for him to continue, but no words followed. Only when the seconds ticked by, nearing a minute, did she finally open her eyes, ready to press him to continue-

Yet a sudden burst of color, off into the distance and over the treeline caught her attention, fireworks lighting up the sky in a distant town: possibly Magnolia. They had been heading home- she liked to think their town would be over the top enough to light up the skies brighter than anything and Lucy’s heart pounded into her ears. Fireworks- … why was there- Oh!

“We missed the countdown-” She stated, voice far off- but eyes glittering at the conjoined starbursts of flames and embers, dancing along with flickering stars.

“Yeah-” His voice matched the distance, face nuzzling against her own while his eyes reflected the night sky. The two had only been gone for a week, but they missed home and the loud party that was keeping Magnolia up that night. “I could make better ones.”

A sniff of amusement followed, “Fireworks?” Natsu snickered, arms tightening just a bit and Lucy could feel his feral grin against her neck. “Well yeah! Wanna see?” She wasn’t so sure him making ‘fireworks’ in the middle of a Forest was such a great idea, but considering the amount of water they were currently standing in… “You know what? Go for it.” “Yes!” His excitement was ridiculous and adorable, but Natsu’s following action took her by surprise. Lucy expected his usual shooting of fire from his lips, forming the Fireworks he had created many times before in the past- instead, he pulled her back, closer towards the outlying rocks of the bank, settling themselves in comfortable with her body nestled safely between his legs. One hand left their joined ones to ignite small, dancing flames across his fingertips and the Slayer let out a small whoop- and a strong burst of heated air shot from his mouth- struck the different flames and sent them straight into the sky. The eruption of five bursts, all shattering into brilliant colors of different reds made Lucy’s eyes widen as the entire waterside lit up, reflecting the blasts.

With the embers falling down like lazy fireflies, Lucy’s awe was apparent on her face. Eyes widen, mouth open and a low breath of air escaped her- “You always find new ways to make fire beautiful…”

Suddenly, she couldn’t remember why she was so embarrassed anymore. Leaning back against his naked form, languidly running her own hand along his arm to grasp against his lit up hand- she focused her magic and spoke quietly. “Want to try something new?” Natsu’s returning answer, didn’t even surprise her. “Hell yeah, I do.” Another burst of flame and her own concentrated magic against his fingers- and the following shots that covered the air looked more akin to shooting stars, sparkling across the sky. They both watched, smiles so wide their cheeks hurt, but while the glittering mass of flame and starlight bounced from the sky and to the waters- they enjoyed their on, private, celebration.

Minds synced together, Lucy looked to Natsu and Natsu looked to Lucy- their eyes met and the world faded away. Their first year of being more than just teammates, more than just friends- more than lovers and awkward courting. They were together, bonded, their lips found each others in the span of seconds, soft and heated, molding and slanting like puzzle pieces falling into place. The water may have shot up a few more degrees in temperature. Lucy didn’t care- and Natsu certainly didn’t either. They parted only when the light of their magic dimmed and heat of a different kind glittered in Natsu’s eyes. His other hand flexed, still across her stomach- suddenly lowered, just a little, to brush heated fingertips over her lower abdomen- voice caressing her like a heated blanket.

“Wanna know my New Year's Revolution?” He asked. Lucy giggled. “Resolution.” She corrected. Natsu nipped her, laughing when she pouted, but they were all smiles. “Whatever, don’t ruin the moment by bein’ weird.” She didn’t bother with apologizing, he knew the tease was all in good fun- but fingers moved to tickle along her sides anyway and the Celestial Mage squirmed against him, laughing all the while until he caged her against him once more- mouths devouring the other in an attempt to claim victory in some small ways. Perhaps, they were both winning. “Go ahead, tell me.” She whispered, in between heated kisses until Natsu, unwilling to part from her for too long, trailed his kisses down her jaw and nipped the skin of her neck. He relished the sounds of her sudden gasps - so sensitive she was- and a powering tug of her hips against his, made Lucy realize their midnight dip was turning towards a far more steamier conclusion.

“A family.” The words stole her breath as he pulled back, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed, determined: serious. HIs hands once used to tickle her, grasped her fingers once more, moved them together towards her belly- he’d been making an awful habit of it that night- and the true intentions flared through her “I want to start a family.”

Married for a year. Away from home- and Lucy’s eyes were cascading with emotions she couldn’t place into words. Not at that moment. Pressing his fingers firmer against her, their foreheads touched in a silent message they would always know the message to. “.... Happy New Years, Natsu.” She said, before a roll of her hips became her answer. A surprised groan escaped the man and soon, their soft touches turned to frantic while the final crescendo of distant fireworks, echoed off into the distance.

Yes was an answer that needed no voice.

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lotshusband · 7 years

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okay but steve rogers is trans and you should list some of your favorite headcanons

Bucky collects some of his old castoffs from his ma after Sunday dinner. It’s a testament to how much grief he’s given the woman over the years that she doesn’t ask any questions, just sighs long-sufferingly and helps him rummage around in the hall closet.

Bucky goes home and helps Steve hack his pigtails off over the bathroom sink. It’s a rough job, but Bucky does his best, and the person looking back at Steve in the mirror now is a lot closer than it’s ever been to the person that’s actually living inside his skin.

Steve puts on the old shirt and buttons it with trembling hands. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are wild, and Bucky supposes he kind of knows what Steve’s getting at anyway.

“It’s a bit big in the shoulders, but you get the idea,” Bucky says, and smiles, ruffling Steve’s new hair with his warm, broad hand.

If Steve was desperate to prove himself before, there is a feral creature now standing in the place where Bucky’s best friend used to be. He lashes out, picks fights, gets thrown around a little now that men aren’t hindered by moral objections to street-fighting a dame.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” Bucky says, helping Steve to his feet, hand curled around a wiry bicep.

Steve spits blood out the side of his mouth, grins, shows Bucky teeth that are red and wet. “That’s the idea,” he says, and Bucky crushes him close, puts a hand to the back of Steve’s head and holds him there, does not stop holding him, does not stop holding his breath.

When Bucky sets Steve up on dates – much to Steve’s wide-eyed, wincing chagrin – he makes them double dates so he can keep a suspicious eye on the girl and make sure she doesn’t turn out to be a jerk.

“What’d you tell her about me?” Steve asks dully, while they’re walking to the dance hall.

Bucky shrugs, says, “Only the good stuff,” and means it. When the girls ask him about Steve, he can only grin and say “Swellest fella I know,” with his heart in his throat. Steve is never what they expect (soft chest, skinny wrists, high voice), but it doesn’t change what Bucky sees in him. Steve is the best man he knows.

Steve is a better man than Bucky will ever be.

Bucky pales the first time Steve tries to enlist. They have a long, drawn out fight, Bucky hollering, “You’ve got fucking asthma,” and Steve spitting out, “I’m a man, Buck, that means they gotta take me!”

Steve keeps enlisting.

Bucky doesn’t say shit the second time, the third, the fourth; he just watches Steve’s hands grow more and more white knuckled around the rejections, puts a hand to the middle of Steve’s back, right between his shoulder blades. He can’t swallow back the truth, though:

He’s furious on Steve’s behalf, yes, but he is so fucking relieved that Steve is staying behind.

Bucky goes to Steve in the middle of the night when he hears Steve coughing, slipping into the sheets behind the small, curled parenthesis shivering under the blankets.

“Shh,” he murmurs, and rests his hand on the slightly concave curve of Steve’s stomach, pad of his thumb fitting perfectly into the dip between two of Steve’s ribs.

“If I died right now, they’d bury me under the wrong name,” Steve says, voice rough from coughing, and takes Bucky’s hand, clasping their fingers together tightly. Their entwined hands are nestled between Steve’s small, soft breasts now, and Bucky has never known how to word how grateful he is that Steve lets him in like this when he’s at his most vulnerable, but he is so grateful, he’s so grateful it makes his teeth ache.

“I’d never let that happen,” Bucky says quietly, with conviction, lips brushing over the nape of Steve’s neck as he speaks. “And you ain’t gonna die on my watch, so shut the hell up and go to sleep.”

When Bucky kisses him for the first time, Steve pants, pink-flushed and narrow-eyed, and holds Bucky at arms’ length with one hand fisted around Bucky’s collar.

“Were you kissing me like a dame?” he asks suspiciously.

“Hell no,” Bucky answers, indignant.

“Thank fuck,” Steve says, and pulls him back in by his lapels so he can kiss him hard, small hands just as strong as Bucky knows them to be.

Bucky goes off to war and Steve’s jaw is clenched the entire time they say their goodbyes. Jealousy and fear are dueling on his face, Bucky can see the turmoil battling in the twist of his perfect mouth, in the lines between Steve’s brows.

“If I was going with you…” Steve starts, fist clenched around the strap of Bucky’s bag.

“Don’t,” Bucky says sharply.

“But –”

“Please,” Bucky says, and he’s edging on desperation now, because he knows what he’s leaving Steve with. Brooklyn is theirs, it’s their city, but it’s dirty and hard and forgets about people like them. They don’t have much when they don’t have each other.

“Please,” Bucky says again, softer.

“Alright,” Steve says, visibly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from saying more, and hands Bucky his bag. Bucky takes it.

All the boys on the war front talk about their gals back home, and Bucky seems to be the only one who doesn’t partake. He doesn’t have a gal back home, after all, all he’s got is Steve. He could do it, he guesses, he could dredge up some stories from when they were kids, but that puts a bad taste in his mouth. So he doesn’t.

He tells them all stories about his scrappy bastard of a best friend, whose knuckles are always purpling with bruises, who tells bad jokes that only he thinks are funny, who can’t keep himself from picking a side every time there’s a fight.

He tells these stories, thinking about Steve’s long-fingered hands and ungainly guffaw, right up until the moment he falls behind enemy lines, and even then – oh, even then – Steve is the only thing that keeps him sane when he’s strapped to that table. Bucky keeps Steve’s name, Steve’s right name, curling on his tongue where it belongs.

When Steve finds him again, Bucky is babbling nonsense and does not, at first, believe what he sees. His serial number repeats in his head like a broken record. Steve lifts him up and half carries him out of the HYDRA base, battling through the enemy agents one-handed.

“The fuck did they feed you while I was away?” Bucky asks, hysteria creeping up his throat like bile as he watches the strong muscles of Steve’s back move under his ridiculous costume.

“Finally started eating my greens, obviously,” Steve tells him, flashing Bucky a grin, and throws his shield like a frisbee, catching it again after it knocks a HYDRA agent flat. He’s beautiful like this, strange and beautiful, lit up from the inside out with a violent joy that makes Bucky’s pulse race a little faster.

“Fuck,” he says, dazed, and clings a little to Steve’s – very solid – bicep.

10.

When Steve asks him if he’ll be part of his team, his shoulders are curled inwards slightly, like he thinks there’s a chance Bucky will say no. Bucky watches him silently for a long moment. He can’t take his eyes off the way Steve’s broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist, he keeps catching himself watching Steve breathing. He can’t stop thinking about Steve breathing like it’s easy.

“In the entire time you've known me,” he says at last, “When haven’t I followed you?” He gives Steve the best smile he can muster, which isn’t very much, but the smile he gets in return is full of teeth. It’s like sunlight to look at.

“So you’re following a skinny dame into battle? What’ll the boys back home say?” Steve teases, rolling his eyes like it can hide the relief obvious in his voice.

“They won’t say shit,” Bucky says, pushing his knee into Steve’s and letting it stay there. “Mainly ‘cause you ain’t a dame.”

“Well,” Steve says, ducking his head. “Okay.”

“I’m serious,” Bucky says. “You know what you are?”

Steve just looks at him sideways. “Tell me.”

“Same thing you always were.” Bucky’s hand curves over the iron strength of Steve’s jaw, feels his pulse against his fingertips, feels the living warmth coming off Steve’s skin. “Swellest, dumbest, piece of shit fella I know.”

#brief brief suicidal ideation /#but i am better at writing now!!#good to reblog /#i reworked some old headcanons in here maybe u will recognize them lol #replies #seraphicsteve #stevebucky #stucky #trans headcanons #uhhHHH HAVE A FIC I GUESS #nathaniel.txt

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candy-corps · 7 years

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Jessie belongs to @mygardenofmuses

"I bet Joe would be jealous knowing we're both here on our own" Dae figured. He only wore a light dark jacket along with his swimming trunks - these still not all dried from playing in the lake earlier. Now that the sun was setting he found it a good time to drag Jessie over to the bar on the docks that he's found. The lighthouse was in the distance, doing its job to keep ships from wrecking the place. They got a place outside, beneath a straw-made sunshade, on two wooden chairs with table. Completed of course with a lit candle. The perfect place for the perfect girl. Dae handed her the menu with cocktails that lay around. He'd take half of what she was getting, he already decided.

"Probably, unless he's busy planning their birthday." Jessie chuckled. "It falls on 4th of July, if I remember well... Knowing them, bet they are planning something big."

Jessie took a deep breath and basked into the beautiful view around them. "This is such a nice place, Dae. I love it."

"Oh, you love ... " Dae turned around, also taking a look. The lake, the sundown, the way that the clouds and the sky changed their colors. Jessie loved it, sure. It was pretty. Now he was getting jealous of the place though. Dae smirked, amused by his own stupid feeling. Despite, clutched his heart theatrically.

Jessie looked back at him and leaned forward to press a kiss on his lips. "Thanks for bringing me here. I'm kinda craving go skinny dipping with you later~" she winked him an eye. It was fun to tempt him like that.

Well. As long as she liked both. "What do you want to drink?" Dae asked, reachibg for her so he too, saw the menu. And got his hand near her, coincidentally.

Noticing his hand, Jessie let her fingers brush over his. Lately she had grown so used to his warmth, that little touches like this felt natural to her. "Maybe some coke with lemonade. What about you?"

"You're such a good girl" Dae said, smiling at Jessie with his head resting on his free palm now.

"Uh? Thank you..." she blushed at the sudden praise. He didn't answer her question, but... it should be fine. Maybe he was still picking. She didn't know. "You're really awesome too."

Really. Awesome. He did like hearing that. Dae leaned back again and relaxed. "I steal what you're having" he let her know, brushing her ankle with his tail to make up for the lost hand contact.

"Hehe, that tickles!" Jessie giggled at the brush of his tail over her skin. "So you're going to steal my drink? Then we better order two when the waiter comes." she retorted, winking him an eye.

"Oh no. No. I can only afford one, you see" he admit, leaning to her again.

""That's fine. You pay yours, I pay mine. Easy peachy." Jessie leaned toward him as well, and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's gonna be fine."

Way to break his heart. Dae clasped his heart again and peeked aside.

Jessie cocked her head in confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"

Dae just used his other hand to cover the first - one not enough to stop the heartbleed ... and chuckled. "I wanted to treat you all romantic-like and you ... you throw me under the bus ... " he voiced the betrayal.

"Oh jeez I'm so sorry...!" Jessie blushed deeply and looked down. "I... I didn't see it coming. I'm sorry." she cupped gently his face into her hands and kissed him. "Let's do things your way, then."

Dae gasped. "You accept my romantic advances?" he asked her, a little embarassed now, too.

"Of course." she nuzzled him gently. "It makes so happy. You make me really happy, Dae." Jessie whispered, before giving him another quick kiss.

"Phew." That was a relief. Dae's ear's lowered as he relaxed again and let out the breath that he's been holding. "So ... lemonade with ... " What again? He's been so nervous.

"With coke. Though I'm good with anything really." Jessie answered, leaning back on her chair. She was relaxed, and happy. Being here with Dae was something wonderful.

"Gotcha." Dae raised his ears again and leaned up, searching for the waitress that wasn't all that far away ... and did spot them. Figuring they'd come over soon, Dae looked to Jessie again, also enjoying the view.

When she opened her eyes again, she noticed he was looking at her. A faint blush turned her cheeks pink. "Do I have something on my face?" she asked, a little embarrassed.

Dae didn't answer, finding it a little funny to have her think that she did. Instead he turned to the waitress who finally approached to give them their order. One lemonade with coke, two straws, please. They wrote it down.

He didn't answer... was he keeping quiet just so the waitress didn't notice? That was nice, but now she was feeling a little insecure about her looks. Once the waitress left, she turned back to him. "Thanks for not saying anything when she was here. I do have something my face though, don't I? I'll go to the bathroom to touch up my makeup..."

It was to either let her go to the bathroom for nothing or admit that he's been staring for the sake of it, and it was hard to chose what to do, really, it was. Dae smirked and touched his mouth, thinking for as long in this situation as he was able... and then some.

"Wait a minute..." Jessie knew that gesture. He was just letting her think to mess with her! Bursting into laughter, the girl shook her head. "Oh you totally got me there!"

Eh? "You know I'd be joking with you like that when there -was- something on your face." Lure her to safety. It would be his thing. "But there's not" he assured, just now realizing he destroyed her trust in him. He covered his heart with his palm again. This time was on him, though. "I'm just being dumb around you" he apologized.

"So am I. We're both dumb." Jessie was still giggling. She leaned against him and kissed his cheek. "But that's fine. I know I'll be happy as long as we're together." Then she nuzzled her arm. How soon it was to say 'I love you'? She suspected those words were pretty safe to say... one day those words would slip from her mouth, she could see it coming.

Dae smiled at that. "I think you're pretty cool" he admit, though.

She looked down, blushing. Praise coming from him made her heart beat even faster. "Thank you. You're really cool as well. And very handsome, too."

"You're just saying that" he replied, though he did hold on to her finger.

"No. It's exactly what I think." she curled her finger a little, enjoying his touch. Jessie let out a happy sigh and looked up. "I am so happy... I kinda want to make plans for the summer and everything."

Now that she let him play with one, he saw it safe enough to play with her other finger, too. It was calming in a way, and it did help pass the time. "What's the plan?" he wanted to know.

"I'd like to travel. Either in this universe, or in the other verse. You pick. And we could go, like... packs things and travel somewhere we've never been. Sneak in and have fun. We could live an adventure in a new place..." Jessie knew she was almost daydreaming, but that idea sounded fun in her head.

"You think?" Anything she wanted really, he could see himself get in to. But ... "I kinda want to settle. I've been away from home, so long... I did that." What Jessie mentioned. Just go and live in another universe, one where everything was kind of okay. He was interrupted by the waitress then, who got them their drink. Dae thanked her. Knowing this would be their only drink though, he asked to pay upfront. He'd been ready to buy the most expensive drink on the menu, but with Jessie settling for something easy, he just gave the remaining money as tip. They left confused, but with a smile.

"What you did was very sweet. Well done." Jessie gave him her approval, and kissed his cheek. "As for your idea... We can settle in our new home, and explore it. We'll have time to get a new home and everything - and maybe use the weekends to make quick escapades using your watch. We could go anywhere we wanted, really."

"Yeah" Dae agreed. That little bit of chaos was close enough to normal. And thinking of normal... "I think I wanna save cats."

"You mean, opening a cat shelter? That would be sweet." Jessie liked that idea. They had so many cats, creating a cat shelter was the next step, right? Or a cat café, like those in Japan. That would be cute as well...

"It's no store" Dae blurted out, tense all of a sudden. Wait - "Yeah ... uh ... In a way. You know, teach people how to care for them, create some open spots for ferals to have place to go to, too ..." he explained.

"Like a school for cat owners?" Jess had heard of puppy school, but no cat school. Now that was some original concept!

"Like in ... " he blushed, admitting that, "Being a hero but ... just one for cats."

"I think that's what people does in animal rescues." Jessie smiled. "Though you can be whatever you want. I'll support you!"

"Slightly .. " He moved his thumb and pointy finger together and withdrew them again. "Larger scale." He took a sip from their lemonade cola and pushed the glass over to Jessie.

Jessie drank a good sip, trying to understand what he meant with 'larger scale', though her mind was quite blank about it. "What do you mean with 'larger scale'?" she finally asked.

"All cats in Metro City" Dae explained, leaning back again.

"You mean all the homeless cats? That's actually a lot!" Jessie was surprised. "How are you going to do it?"

"Not just the homeless" Dae let her know, aware the task got bigger and bigger. "But ... " He looked at the dimension traveller, "The ones that are treated bad, too. Using this, I can jump to any cat in need. I tried."

"That's a noble mission." Jessie nodded with a smile. "Did it work? Could you help that kitty?"

"Its toy fell behind the couch. That. That was the emergency" he laughed.

"Oh, poor baby!" Jessie laughed as well. She put her hand over his and squeezed it gently. "Lucky they had a hero willing to help them out!"

"Yeah." Dae smiled to himself. He did make that cat's day while the owner was out and couldn't help it. "So you don't think it's dumb?" he wanted to know, brushing his thumb over the back of Jessie's hand.

"No, I don't think it is." Jessie smiled from ear to hear. "I think it's really sweet. And in this universe I really don't have to worry much about work, given brainbots do everything for us. I think we'll be able to handle."

"Cool." 'I could love a man who saves cats for no living' was the thing that he'd preferred to hear, but this was fine as well. Dae kept petting over Jessie's hand.

"Just so you know, I'm very proud of you." Jessie added with a smile. "What you want to do with the cats is really wonderful. Just like you."

Dae just took her hand and left it at that. It felt right and made him happy. "I'm gonna be screwed when we find Amelia again" he let Jessie know.

"Yeah, probably... because I don't think I'd able to step back..." Jessie squeezed his hand. "... because I really lo-" she bit her bottom lip. Should she say it...?

What was that she wanted to say? Jessie had all of Dae's attention. But she hesitated. "I love you" he said.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Would she cry of joy? No, she wouldn't, but her eyes sure turned glassy. All these feelings she had felt inside for so long, and now... it was happening, finally. She could say it. No regrets. "I LOVE YOU TOO!" Jessie exclaimed, getting up to hug him. "I love you, I love you, I love you! I love you so much, Dae!"

That was utterly unfair! Now she said it more often. But that she did so in the first place was ... pretty amazing. And the more often she repeated it, the warmer his heart felt about it, really. "Meant to say that for a while huh" he commented, laughing nervously and holding her.

"I wanted to say it since a long time, yeah." she clung to him, feeling an inmense warmth spread through her body. Jessie never had felt this happy, ever. Of course sex was great and all - but knowing Dae loved her, that he loved her as much as she loved him... It was something overwhelming and awesome at the same time. She nuzzled his head. "Thank you, Dae... Thank you..."

"You could have said that earlier" he reassured her. He was getting the vibe that she's been too worried to. But now all it was good. Dae nuzzled her back and placed a kiss on her hair.

"I was worried... Afraid of ruining what we had. But all is good now." Jessie smiled with his kiss, and pressed gently her forehead to his. "I love you with all my heart, Dae."

Dae pet over Jessie's back then, and, thinking of the place and time, simply pulled her on his lap. She seemed to need the contact.

Maybe they were in public, but she didn't care. Jessie was more than glad to sit on his lap and hug him. This was perfect. "You know what, Dae...?"

"Hm?" he just hummed, a little in thoughts. His wing slid out beneath his shirt to secure Jessie better. It settled on her back.

"We're totes going to have sex tonight." Jessie whispered before bursting into giggles. "I want you."

That made him smile. "I want you, too" he admit. It would be nice to have sex with Jessie without a worry it could get all too feelsy. Not like he let that stop himself before, but nevertheless, a worry less. And one new. But Dae just held on to Jessie and brushed over her arm. He didn't want to destroy the moment.

"I'm glad to hear so." Jessie smiled and snuggled up to him. She kissed him again and stared deeply into his eyes. "So... are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Better to ask, just in case. "Because we're best friends, and life partners. I wouldn't mind becoming your girlfriend as well. In fact, I'd love it."

"Just another name to throw into the mix" he remembered her words. He smiled, then sighed. Then closed his eyes. "I want to be your boyfriend. And ... I'd love when you'd be not my girl friend but my girl ... girlfriend." He looked to her again.

"I think I can be both." Jessie smiled. "Best friend and girlfriend. Friendship and love. You get the whole package." she chuckled, happy with his words. leaning forward, she nuzzled him gently. "As long as we're together, everything will be awesome. I'm sure of it."

"Well ... " Dae's ears leaned back. There was one thing.

"Are you OK?" Jessie knew that gesture. It seemed something worried him.

"I know of someone who's not going to like that." Someone who deserved better, really. But he already loved Jessie and she liked him back, for whatever reason. He'd have to figure out what was the best to do now.

"Oh yeah..." True, she couldn't forget about her. "Well... if she comes back, we'll talk with her, we'll explain her our feelings... And hopefully she'll understand." she nuzzled him gently. "You don't have to face this issue alone. I'm with you."

That meant a lot. Dae held Jessie a little tighter. "When I find her, I'm just going to lose her again." It was sad to think about.

"Not if she accepts us and decides to keep you as friend. Though I really can't judge, since I never met her." Jessie gave him a gentle squeeze. "Until then, we can leave flowers for her somewhere. Would that help you to feel better?"

"We could burn a flower tree?" Dae asked, drawing trails on her skin. They could be friends. He didn't think about that. Would that be possible?

"I guess. It shouldn't be too difficult." Jessie was glad to help him. Truth to be told, she was starting to think Amelia just had gone to heaven. All ghosts end finding their path there, or so movies said. She wasn't an expert in the matter. Whatever her last destination had been, it wasn't something Jessie could find out. But she could support Dae. And that was exactly what she wanted to do.

That made him feel more at ease. "Thanks" Dae said, just hugging her, for now.

"You're welcome." she answered, nuzzling him. Then she picked up the drink and drank a little sip. "We should do something to celebrate our new status, don't you think?"

"I'd like that" he replied. "You got something on your mind?"

"A nice walk on the beach, or... something romantic you like." she blushed a little. "Surprise me."

"Okay" Dae promised. They had a walk on the beach. And they were at a bar on the docks, at sundown. So basically ... she wanted this. Just more of it. Well, he could think of something.

#Dae RP #Dae and Jessie RP #Jessie

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OC interview thingy @jahaliel did. I did one for my grumpy heals daughter now I'm doing one for my obnoxious tank daughter :D RULES 1. PICK ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS 2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE THE MUSE. 3. TAG PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME: No - unless you see this and want to. This time it's Tu'an, the half elf barbarian from my OTHER game 1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Tu'an 2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? Its a bitch to say. ...really? Tu'anuelan'ain. Two-awhn-oo-el-ahn-ayn. 3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? Because my dad was an elf and my mom lost a bet and he got to name me. And elves are real fond of apostrophes. 4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? Single and down to party ayyy *she makes finger guns at the interviewer* 5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? I wreck shit. I wreck shit real good. I'm a barbarian, see? I get to Rage. If something or someone needs wrecking, I hit them real hard until they stop moving. *she grins. It's a wild, almost feral thing. The interviewer gulps* It's my favorite hobby. 6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE. Dude, we just covered this in the first question. My name's Tu'an. 7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? Blue like your balls. 8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR? *She gestures at her hair, which is strawberry blonde, and currently braided back and secured in a bun* Do you need help with your colors because I am not the person to ask about learning shit. 9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? *Tu'an picks her nose while making uncomfortable eye contact. The interviewer moves on* 10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? We got a gnome does she count as a pet? *muffled, from the other room, an indignant "i heard that!" sounds out. Tu'an laughs* 11. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. *Tu'an leans towards the table, eyes narrowing* I don't like your face. *The interviewer appears visibly afraid. Tu'an can't keep the glare going, and snorts out a laugh* Nah just kidding. Your face is fine. I hate Grevenia. Ya heard of Grevenia? It's a trade city- well more like it's own country. It's full of terrible people and they all suck. The booze is too expensive and the whole place smells like the docks. Also spiders, they can go die in a hole while on fire. Too many legs and too many eyes and just. Man screw spiders. 12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? I like to drink and I like to fight and I like to f- *she stops and glances sideways at the door to the other room, where her companions are apparently eavesdropping. There is a disapproving aura coming from behind the door* ...ffffffornicate. But mostly the fighting, cause I get to smash skulls and that's really fun 13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? Oh man yeah. One time I tore a zombie's arm off and knocked it's head clean off with it. Oh man that was fun 14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? *Tu'an is practically bouncing in her seat as she gestures* Okay like, real talk? That's kind of my job ya know? I get to smash baddies brains and like, cave in their rib cages and... see this is my greatmaul- *she pulls the lethal looking weapon off her back. It is a full three heads taller than her, and has been decorated with beads and some rough etchings, including the words "fuck your face (and all your teeth hahaha)" near the head. It's got angry eyes etched into the metal on the very top* And it causes MASSIVE internal bleeding if I hit ya just right. One time it got stuck in somebody's guts... hey man you ok? You look sorta... green. *The interviewer coughs and assures Tu'an they're fine, and hurries on to the next question* 15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? Uhhh... is this like a... like a sex thing? Like those furry people? Cause I'm not into that. 16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. *she quirks a smile, which unlike her previous one, is actually very pleasant* Val would say my worst trait is that I don't think before I act- *from behind the door a chorus of affirmation* -but to be honest I don't think I've got any bad habits and SOME PEOPLE *she gestures at the door* just need to loosen up. *various protests are heard, jumbled together. The words "500 GOLD FOR A SHIRT" are the only ones that can be made out clearly. Tu'an laughs* 17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? Eh. Not anymore. 18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? I don't discriminate bud I like em all *She winks at the interviewer and then laughs when they stammer* 19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? Do I look like a nerd? 20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? *Tu'an starts making fart noises with her mouth halfway through the question and doesn't stop long enough for the interviewer to finish. They move on* 21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? Probably I am kinda awesome. 22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? I'm not afraid of anything and if anyone says otherwise I'll rip their goddamn throat out. *she says this with a cheerful smile, maintaining eye contact. The interviewer is disturbed* 23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? Shit I don't care if it gets covered in viscera, usually. Tunic. Leggings. Boots. Belt. Dark colors to hide the blood mainly. 24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? *Tu'an glances at the door and mumbles something about dwarves and nerds and someone being cute when she's angry, then shouts * NOTHING YOU HEARD NOTHING 25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? Three days ago when we were drunk and skinny dipping. *muffled sounds of disgust from the other side of the door, as well as a voice proclaiming everyone pees in the river what's the big deal. Tu'an laughs* 26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET! *Tu'an belches impressively* 27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) What are you a census taker? Get outta here with that shit. 28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? *She eyes the door again* Tons. A bunch. I got friends in pretty much every town I been to. Except Grevenia because screw that place. ...but mainly I hang out with the three of them. 29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? *Tu'an spends the next 5 minutes making innuendos about pie* 30. FAVORITE DRINK? Alcohol 31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? *She looks thoughtful for a minute, then shrugs* I'm good wherever. 32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? *Tu'an coughs and glances at the door again* Well I can't say for sure if I am or am not interested in a particular person per se, but if I happened to be, which I'm not saying I am, then hypothetically that person may or may not be aware of the completely unproven idea that I may or may not be. ...ANYWAY NEXT QUESTION 33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? Sorry you don't get to know that without either paying me or buying me a drink. 34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? *She frowns and huffs* I would rather not be in the water. 35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? Nerd- I MEAN I DON'T HAVE A TYPE I AM TYPE-LESS. 36. ANY FETISHES? Like... feet and stuff? Nah man that's not my scene. 37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? *She waggles her eyebrows at the interviewer* I'm a switch hitter, my guy, I'm down for whatever. 38. CAMPING OR INDOORS? Listen, okay, outside is nice and all but I really like sleeping in beds. I know it's super not fitting with the whole... *she gestures at herself* ...barbarian thing but like. Pillows. And walls. And like, easy access to booze. Definitely a plus. 39. ARE YOU WANTING THIS QUIZ TO END? *from beyond the door a chorus of "yes" and "we're gonna leave you here" "No we're not" is heard. Tu'an stands up and stretches, and the interviewer is suddenly very much aware of how much bigger she is than them, not necessarily in terms of height (at 5ft 6 she's about average) but in terms of sheer physicality. She ambles around to the other side of the table, greatmaul still in hand, and slaps the interviewer on the back, perhaps harder than necessary* "Well buddy good luck with whatever it was you were interviewing me for." *she leans in and grins again, too close to be polite* "Ya ain't gonna forget about my payment, right?" *the interviewer scrambles to hand over a small bag of coin, with a shaky smile that does little to cover their unease. Tu'an pockets it and good naturedly ruffles their hair* "Great! Hey guys drinks are on me tonight!" *the interviewer stares at the door as it closes behind her, feeling at once relieved and incredibly tired*

#Tu'an #here's my obnoxious tank daughter #she's such a problem #a hot mess #emphasis on hot #and also on mess

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