#levernius Tucker

[biscuit-bread-brax]

Work sucks, I can’t wait to get off

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[flamekinz]

Tucker Head Cannon

In “Previously On” of Season 15 of RVB,when mentioning the Temple of Procreation, Sarge puts it that the planet basically got hit by a planet wide aphrodisiac. And yet Tucker didn’t feel any different. So I feel that there are one of two reasons for this. Either:

A) Tucker is so pent up and horny all of the god damn time that any more pheremones to increase libido would be inneffecient as his couldn’t go any higher. Now I’m no expert, but i also believe that a part of the aphrodisiac myth is that they also lower inhibition, as partially shown by Grif and Simmons’ reactions about the whole thing. Now from the sound of it, Tucker took a part of that action, but maybe he didn’t, which leads me to

B) Tucker is Asexual. Despite all of his womanizing and desperation to get laid, I feel it’s entirely possible for that all to be an act. From either feeling left out or from peer pressure, Tucker was made to feel that being a man meant he had to be with a woman, but he honestly didn’t feel that way, but all of his oversexualizing bluster made him a socially acceptable male. So when the world was hit with a ‘bang what you really want’ bomb, there wasn’t really anything he wanted to bang.

Might also be why he’s so proud to have Junior, because his future prospect for having a kid weren’t all that good for him, but then BAM, alien baby.

[private-doughnut]

Trans tucker and trans simmons are precious and there isn't nearly enough of them in my life

[allyourfavesareasexual]

Lavernius Tucker from RvB is ace.

[profit-of-laya]

I feel like while Tucker was still pregnant with Junior, he was so hormonal and angry that all he did all day was sit and be angry, though all he would do when someone asked him a question he would just growl are have a freaky face on. He was the Meta when pregnant. Tucker the Meta.

[northisyourdaddy]

A Dead Language

Is he dead?

He doubts it, but what’s confusing him is the piles and random bits of armor thrown around the empty white space. Purple, orange, burgundy, white. He see’s helmets, the kind they usually wear, and he stops, his blood runs cold and his eyes rest upon The Meta’s helmet.

He panics for a moment but then there’s an offered hand shoved in his face and he looks up to see the owner, a tall man with broad shoulders, short blond hair, lazy eyes and a friendly smile. Tucker isn’t sure why, but he takes the hand and he’s hauled to his feet.

“Uh, where am I?” he asks, noticing that the pair of them are alone.

“You know, we’ve never really been sure. Probably some place between alive and dead, seeing as we can’t really do anything. Come on,” he says, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning away.

“The others are waiting.”

The others? What others? Tucker snaps out of his thoughts and jogs to catch up to the male, walking in step with him, eyes roaming around. There’s not much to look at, because everything is still white. And there’s nothing to go. Tucker’s not sure where they’re going, or who they’re going to find that they haven’t already.

But he’s surprised when suddenly it changes, they’re on a ship, in a kitchen area and there’s more people, all seated around a table. He stops but the other guy keeps walking and takes a seat, pulling a kid into his lap with a smile.

“Join us for a little fun, Tucker. You might be waiting for a while. We’re playing Go-Fish, isn’t that right, Theta?”

Theta? That couldn’t be – Theta was one of the AI’s, wasn’t he? Tucker was almost sure of it, but the kid in his lap nods in excitement, dishing out a card to everyone sitting at the table. Tucker doesn’t recognize many of them, he probably would if they had their armor on.

“You can call me North,” he says and Tucker takes an empty spot next to him, picking up his cards. North points across the table and to each Freelancer.

“There’s Maine, not the Meta, they’re different, Connie, South, and York. Wyoming and Florida are unaccounted for, so they’re either still alive or they’re dead and have gone to hell. Also that’s Delta, Eta and Iota, and Sigma’s not allowed in here.”

“In here?” Tucker asks, waving awkwardly to Delta because he remembers him, remembers him being in Caboose’s head and helping them against the Meta. He eyes Maine cautiously but he doesn’t seem to care, instead being focused on his cards.

“It’s our little space. None of it’s real of course, it’s just… a figment. A way to pass time.”

They go quiet for a long while, and it’s comfortable in a way he didn’t expect. They’re comforting as a group of people, but he knows nothing about them. They aren’t his friends. North speaks up again.

“There’s also Carolina and Washington that are un-accounted for. So either they’re dea-“

Tucker doesn’t let him finish.

“They’re alive. And well – for the most part. From what I remember, Carolina had a bullet wound in her leg and Wash seemed to be doing well himself.”

North puts down his cards and Theta scolds him for showing his hand, declaring that they’re going to have to start the game over. Wordlessly everyone slides their cards over to him so he can reshuffle and dish them out again. North’s looking at him and something in Tucker’s chest tightens because god he looks so tired and exhausted. And now that he sees that, he notices all of them are like that.

Wary, like their bodies are too heavy, full of lead, pulling them down and dragging them to the depths of hell. But instead they remain in between. Whether it’s in-between hell and earth or heaven and earth he isn’t sure. But it’s taking its toll on them.

“They’re… alive?” he asks. He even sounds tired and everyone’s just looking at him now. They all have hopeful looks in their eyes and Tucker makes the connection. These were his friends. The one’s Wash unknowingly talks about in his sleep. Maine, the guy who drew a pumpkin on his helmet for Halloween, the one who Wash drew a cat face on when he was napping and almost got his ass beat for it.

York, one of his best buddies, the one who Wash swore up and down that he couldn’t bypass a fucking holo-lock for his life. The one who’s blind in one eye and constantly making stupid jokes like he is, one of the buddies he shared clothes with when they were all comfortable enough.

North, the loving, doting friend in their weird group of Freelancers. The one who towered over them and fretted like a newly mothered cat, the one who was always risking himself to protect his friends, always wanting everyone to be okay.

South, the bitchiest bitch he’d ever met. The one who swore at them up and down and threatened to kill him, but was really a big softie who liked to cuddle during their movie nights and threaten to cut off his dick if he ever told anyone. The twin who hated that her brother always put himself in harms way for her, the one who always wanted to prove she was good enough and tried to hide her soft, happy side.

Connie, the chick who discovered that the Director was in the wrong, the one who wanted to start and fix it, the one who died for her cause and always blamed herself too much. The one who Wash always wanted to reassure that she didn’t need the Director to know she was good enough, the one who taught him his knife work and helped him turn from one of the worst to… better.

They all look really tired. Tucker wonders if they’ve been waiting for him. If he was the reason that they were all here, playing cards in a realm that didn’t exist.

“They’re okay,” he says, and it’s like a damn breaks because they all just relax and they’re all teary eyed and holy fuck.

“They’re alive, they’re okay. Carolina’s not such a bitch anymore. Wash has made friends,” he says. He starts telling them about their adventures, how each of them had grown. About Caboose and Church, Simmons, Grif, Sarge, Donut and Doc. About all the people they’d met on Chorus. About the war they’d thrown themselves into practically.

But he emphasizes that they’re happy now, that they’re okay and doing well.

“And they haven’t forgotten. They’ve just moved on.”

Maine’s arms are folded over his chest, face blank but Tucker’s sure there’s emotion somewhere. He just doesn’t know the guy well enough to read him. South is pouting, Connie smiling fondly. York is staring down at the table, Delta’s hand running over his back in a soothing manner. North is crying, wiping at his face and Theta’s sitting on the table in front of him, hugging his head to his chest.

“They haven’t forgotten?”

It’s South who asks and Tucker’s not sure if he should be surprised or not. He shakes his head.

They all turn to look at him, North wiping his eyes, York discreetly trying to do the same.

“We’ve waited a really long time to hear that.”

“You guys want to leave a message?” Tucker asks and there’s almost no hesitation before everyone’s agreeing.

So Tucker gets up from his spot, eyeing a pad and a pen stuck to the fridge. He takes it off and goes back to the table, sitting down and uncapping the lid.

“Who’s first?”

_-_-

He wakes up later in the infirmary, blinking rapidly before closing his eyes, the light too bright for him. He hears a click and it gets darker behind his eyelids, so he peaks again only to find that the lights have been shut off.

Caboose is standing at the foot of his bed, Carolina to his right and Wash to his left. He’s not sure where the Red’s are but that isn’t his priority.

“Wash, I’ve got a few messages for you,” he says. He isn’t sure how it worked, but he unclenches his hand and there’s a crumbled piece of paper sitting in his palm.

“It’s pretty important that you, and Carolina, read it.”

To Wash and Carolina,

               I kind of want to say I told you, but that’s not really going to get me anywhere is it? Thanks for sticking up for me in that fight with Texas. Though in a way I guess she kind of ended up being on my side anyway. Don’t hold any grudges okay? I wanted to fix what I could, but I couldn’t come right out and say it. But that’s not the point. I hope we’re still friends. I hate you, but I miss you too. Be safe boss.

               Wash, how the hell did you survive? Out of all of us I didn’t think you’d make it. Didn’t give you enough credit then, did I? I heard you joined a bandwagon of idiots worse than ours – it’s good. Good for you. Good that you’re recovering from Epsilon – North and York have told me the stories – it’s good that you’re moved on, that you’ve made more friends. I’m happy for you.

               Just do me a favor okay? Don’t forget me.

                              Love, CT.

Wash & Carolina,

               Wash. I’m sorry about what you went through with me. Sorry I did the things I did, sorry I killed all of our fr

               Wash. Everyone keeps telling me it’s not my fault. It was Sigma. I’m starting to believe them, but I still hate that it happened. I hated not being able to fight back, but the others forgive me. I hope you can too.

               Keep safe, boss. We’re waiting for return from your final mission. Don’t rush.

                              -Maine

Dear Agent Washington and Agent Carolina Okay I apparently have to be serious about this.

               This feels really cheesy, surreal. We’ve been waiting so long to hear that the two of you were okay. It feels like it’s been a lifetime, but maybe we can go now. Just – just be safe, please? I want to see you guys, I do, but not so soon. Take your time, take lots of stupid pictures and make stupid jokes on my behalf. Don’t forget us.

               -York

I’m not really sure what to write here. I was a bitch up until the end, and I’ll admit I did some pretty shitty stuff. I’m sorry I tricked you and shot you in the back Wash. I know it probably won’t mean anything but what the hell, right? Project Freelancer did a lot to me, did a lot to all of us, but I won’t use that to excuse my actions against both of you. Either way I hope you’ll forgive me, because I’ve been stuck waiting with these idiots too. Apparently I formed some sort of stupid connection with the both of you too because here I am. Maybe it was for the best though, because I couldn’t see myself living with North. How cheesy. I’ve written more than all these other assholes. So fuck you and goodbye.

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But in reality, or wherever this is, I guess I do miss you and your stupid curly straw. And your stupid red hair and all that crap. Maybe we can spar in the after life together, really bond, huh?

               xSouthx

Theta says hi, Delta and the twins do too, they just won’t admit to it. What South really means is that she truly misses you guys and all of the bickering that went back and forth between everyone. She wasn’t the nicest to you guys, but she wasn’t really nice to anyone else either. She did have her moments though.

I’m glad we got to meet your friend. It’s what we’ve all been waiting for. The others have already gone, moved on I think, and it’s just me and Theta. You’re probably wondering how he’s here, and I can’t give you an answer to that. He’s adorable as a real person though, so are the twins. But Theta more so. Delta’s like a loving older brother – I think he gets it from me, but he acts like… well he acts like himself.

That’s beside the point. I’m glad we get to say something to you one last time. Be safe, kiddo, and you too boss. Set your damn trackers, and don’t forget we all love you in some weird way.

But please don’t forget us.

Church once told Washington that to move on, he had to tell someone that he forgot them. But this time, Wash is going to move on, telling his friends that he never will.

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Credit it to Pumpkin Maine

There should also be credit due for the user who came up with the idea of Wash being chased by Maine in a snapchat. I thought I had it in my tags but cannot find it, if you know who it belongs to, or if it is you, please feel free to message me so I can link to you.