#primis tank

Now imagine this dynamic with the fact that the Richtofen we end up with is from the Great War and lost his Tank and friends already so he doesn’t have the same feelings towards Tank because that’s not his Tank and he is just a stranger with the same eyes that haunt him

Guys these guys are over 6 foot. My friend gave them too me yesterday, i think this is a top tier purchase 😎😎. (HELP help help help)

me when Nikolai tells me to think about ‘what I really want’.

Original insp under the cut

A/n: wrote this some months ago on ao3 under the same name.  warnings: swearing, breakup  Feel free to request anything! Enjoy!  ~boo Slinking into the tall bar stool, you tiredly held up two fingers, not even bothering to look at the bartender. This hadn't been the first time he'd seen you this week. Even though he knew you wouldn't see it, he nodded to himself and prepared your drinks. He slid over two shots of vodka, beginning to tend to other customers. As soon as the drinks were in your reach, you held the glass to your lips and tossed your head back, the familiar burn of the alcohol spreading through your throat and chest. You sighed to yourself silently, repeating all the same movements with the other shot. Holding your head in your hands, you pounded your fist into the table. Biting back tears, you flicked your eyes upward as you blinked as hard as you could. "Shit." You whispered under your breath, feeling a few stray tears slip down your cheeks.

You angrily moved both palms to your eyes, as if you could push your tears back into your eyes. "Get the fuck back in there..." You trailed off to yourself, losing control of your breathing. You heard the sound of footsteps suddenly cease next to you. Was someone next to you? You slowly uncovered an eye to see a man who looked like a marine leaning on the table in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed his mouth abruptly, with a small 'pop'. Silently, he twirled his beer around on its bottom. You were confused at who this man was, but were oddly comforted by his company. You continued to watch him quietly.

The bar was playing music quietly, but you really only zeroed in on the sound of his bottle circling on the wood. You flicked your eyes up at him, your hands dropping from your eyes completely. As you opened your mouth to ask the marine who he was, you saw a smirk etch its way onto his face,

"The name's Tank Dempsey. But, I'm sure there's other things you could call me." He winked at you. Bewildering. Completely bewildering. You figured your confusion had shown on your face because Tank's facial expression shifted slightly. You could tell that your reaction was different than what he usually received. He peered his head down and looked up into your eyes, " Y'know sweetheart, when someone introduces themself, you're supposed to do the same back..." He raised a brow, the smirk apparent on his face once again. You noticed how he put extra emphasis on the pet name and you rolled your eyes.

"Y/n L/n." You said, giving him a tired look. You didn't react to his attempt at flirting with you, you simply didn't have the energy to. His smirk shifted to a smile as you watched his eyes scan your face. "Well then, nice to meet you, Y/n. Want to tell me what you're doing here?" Tank moved closer to you, nudging your shoulder slightly. You let your eyes fall to the empty shot glasses, "Ah, well...Kind of a long story..." You muttered, looking up, expecting Tank to be looking away. However, Tank was looking directly into your eyes. "I've got time." was all the man said in return. You thought to yourself, Fuck it. What've you got to lose?

You turned your body so you were facing him directly. Before you began your story, you called out to the bartender. "Sammy! Could you get me two beers, please? Just put it on my tab!" Sammy's head flicked towards your voice and you saw him smile and nod. Tank smiled a bit wider now, liking you even more as the minutes passed. ~

"And yeah...I didn't do anything wrong. I still have absolutely no idea why he broke up with me!" You exclaimed quietly, not wanting to call attention to yourself. The bar had livened up a bit more as it got later in the evening. Dempsey had listened attentively to you as you explained why you'd been frequenting the bar so much recently. You told him how your partner had broken up with you after your job had fired you. You didn't understand anything that was going on in your life at the moment. Everything had been so confusing and mentally taxing and your new friend could tell from a singular conversation that you were just about at your breaking point. Tank thought to himself and he watched you explain your troubles, he himself even noticed that he was acting differently than normal. He wasn't making as many jokes, he wasn't flirting as much as he typically did, he was simply listening.

"He sounds like a total jackass." Tank said, placing his hand on yours. "You didn't deserve that." He said truthfully, "You wouldn't get that with me." He joked, causing you to playfully shove him. "Don't be an ass..." You laughed to yourself, causing him to chuckle to himself. "Alright, alright...But, you know I'm fully serious right?" You quirked a brow, "About not getting that with you? Tank, your timing couldn't have been any wor-"

"-About the deserving better thing!" He cut you off, looking at you seriously. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you turned away, flicking your eyes to the dance floor. The music was now much louder than when you'd first started talking. You threw your head back to Dempsey, grabbing his hand. With a loud, "Woah!" from the marine, you brought him to the dance floor with you.

It was astounding how close you felt to him. Some stranger who now knows almost your whole life story now. As you danced, both of you laughed to yourselves and had fun. Neither of you worried about you troubles in life, you focused on the music and more importantly each other. After about the fourth song you'd danced together to, you began to realize that you wanted to stay friends with Tank, rather than him just being some random stranger you had danced with at the bar. You had a sense that he was someone trustworthy, someone who could protect you if necessary. You grabbed his hand and spun in and out to the music.

hey! heres a cool new post from a friend of mine! 

he recently released some charms/keychains for sale he made, and hes got two niks and two tanks left and is trying to get them sold. 

(they look dull because there’s a protective coating you peel off on them, they dont actually look like that)

https://ko-fi.com/s/7f86be887d

if you like nikolai or tank consider purchasing one of em for my bud! he’ll start another series soon with possibly more zombies characters.  his twitter: https://twitter.com/clashxdemonhead