#tuckerxreader

Disclaimer: I don’t own Red Vs Blue, and I don’t own any of the characters except the OC, or I guess the reader? This was supposed to be a piece of a story I wrote a long time ago for RvB that I never posted or actually got around to finishing, but I was able to leave it open enough to however the reader wants to view the main character. So yeah, it’s open to interpretation. There is hints of Agent Maine/Meta x OC/Reader, but it’s not a focus? This is also a rewrite of itself that was written back in 2016 which was in first person and suckedXDD

Some nights were harder then others, even though she'd moved on. It was always a painful reminder that what could of been and what she used to look forward to, would never be again. Such was battle though, war. Though, now looking back on it, maybe it wasn't so much of a war, but a wrong side mission that she fell right into the hands of the wrong side. Despite all of that, she was content with where she stood now. Able to finally put the past behind her and move on, at least put most of it behind her...

" What are you doing up?"

She hadn't meant to jump as much as she did, and had it been a better night she might not of. Quickly calming herself down she twisted enough to meet the sight of Tucker, standing not too far from her, walking up to her slowly. Briefly she wondered how he noticed her leave their shared bedroom, but then remembered he had impeccable hearing. He stopped right at the back of the couch, turning so he could sit on the edge. She must have taken too long to respond, because in the time it took for her to open her mouth, he was already climbing over and moving to sit beside her talking once more.

" You okay?" He asked surprisingly gently as he got right up beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her close, " You got this sad look in your eyes."

His comment was followed with a sweet kiss to her temple, while she relaxed her body against his own.

" Yeah, just nightmares." She shrugged the best she could with how he was holding her

" About the Meta?" He asked curiously, " You know you could of woken me up."

Yeah she did, but she'd been having a lot more of them recently. It was like her brain had a mind of it's own and was tormenting her with memories she thought she could put behind her.

" Don't you mean Agent Maine?" She redirected the conversation, not knowing how to respond to the last bit.

Conversation had never been her strong point.

" Maine, Meta, all the same person." He shrugged with a roll of his eyes, not very fond of the even the thought of said agent, not after learning of his relationship with his girlfriend.

He knew it was selfish, being jealous over a dead man, but when she'd finally opened up more about her personal life outside of UNSC.... It was had not to get jealous, they had their whole life planned together, just for the Director to fuck everything up. RIP that life away from them and rip them apart. Then again, it was partly Maine's fault too, he caved into the will of the AIs. Quickly reeling himself back in from his train of thought he focused on the woman beside him. He knew he could never replace or make her forget Maine, but he could fill in that hurt with his love. He almost laughed at how cheesy he sounded. Gently he pulled both of them so that they could lean back in the couch together, lay there comfortably. Carefully she settled down on top of him, one of his legs up between hers, while her arms encompassed him, head resting on his chest ear down. A sweet sigh escaped from her at both his warmth and the comfort his being there brought, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. She tried to match her breaths with his, while she relaxed into his arms, both of them sinking into the old, yet comfortable cushions of the couch. His arms encompassed her a leg draping itself over the one that rested between his own. She felt more comforted then when she'd snuck out of bed in search of some peace.

" I'm sorry it still bothers me." She whispered softly.

" There's nothing to apologize for." He shook his head softly mentally scoffing.

For as jealous as he hated being, he never faulted her for that. Hell if she could over look his endless flirting, he could over look her temporary lapses in thought. If he had met her first and it had been him and her, he would never be able to look at another woman the same. She was stronger then him by every meaning of the word, he doesn’t think he'd be able to over look it and move on like she's trying to do. Unable to stop himself he tightened his arms around her dragging her up closer to him, her head lifting to shoot him a confused look. Only for him to sweep it away with a slow and heavy kiss. It stole her thoughts from her and replaced everything she'd been feeling and thinking of with him, allowing herself to get lost in the emotion he was bleeding through to her with just his kiss alone. It was somewhat rough, gentle and demanding, slow and sensational. Pulling themselves apart to breath, she settled back down on him. He struggled to speak despite always running his mouth, somewhat at a loss for what to say to her. His loins were aching for her, but he knew now was not the time for that.

" Was it scary?" He finally found himself saying, words barely a whisper as they tried to dip back down into their previous conversation, back into why she was out here and not in his arms in bed.

" Was what scary?" She questioned confused shifting so that she could look up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

" The nightmares-" His words slowly rose in volume as he had to think about her answer for a moment, voice loud as he continued, " Wait- wait, aren't nightmares supposed to be scary?"

What a dumb question he thought to himself, but none the less her response had confused him. Cheeks dusting pink as he felt her body tremble with how much she was trying to stay quiet despite the laughs slowly working their way out of her. Soon enough she couldn't keep it in and the laughter escaped, filling the room. He felt like an idiot…..

" Stop laughing at me!" He grumbled to her glaring down at her, despite the smile that soon worked it's way onto his face at the sight of her smile.

He was such an idiot… One of her hands quickly shot to his mouth to stop his voice from being too loud, gently clasping over his lips. Having to suck in her lip to help calm herself down from her amusement, hoping that they didn't wake anybody up.

" Shhhh." She whispered almost gently smiling, removing her hand just to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, I'm sorry, it's just- You've never had a nightmare that wasn't scary?"

As soon as she moved back his lips were already moving, eyes staring directly into hers.

" No, hense why it's called a nightmare." He shook his head at her.

" Not all nightmares are scary." She told him almost bluntly.

" Tch- as if. You've been out here for the better part of two hours so that you don't have to dream about it." He pointed out to her, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes softly at her, " Clearly it scared you."

" Scared isn't the term I would use." She told him.

" Then what would you call it?" He asked her.

" Hurt." She responded, " Maine never scared me, because even in his death with everything he'd done to hunt me down as the Meta, Maine was still in there…"

She turned quiet for a moment.

" I never brought it up, but when we went over that cliff…. He saved me from the same death he had, through me up on the ledge and apologized…. Told me to live." She paused again trying to think of the right words, " My 'nightmares' are often filled with talks of Maine, not the Meta."

He suddenly felt like an ass, especially with the vulnerable look on her face. She never spoke about Maine or the Meta after he died, and he'd assumed it was because she was mad at him, not because of the pain at not having him. He'd always assumed that because of Maine turning to the Meta, that she'd hated him for betraying her and that her nightmares were filled with him hunting her down, harming her in torturous ways. But that vague explanation spoke a lot, and made him feel guilty for making her talk about it.

" Oh." He commented unsure of what to say.

He knew nightmares weren't all scary, he just didn't realize that her's weren't. Unsure of how to continue after her admittance, he once more pulled her up so he could kiss her. Drowning her in him in hopes to make her either move on from the conversation or forget about it. Think of nothing, but the moment shared between them. A gentle sigh escaping from her as they pulled apart long enough to breath, just for him to smother her in his lips once again.

" I'm sorry." He apologized as they pulled apart once more, " For bringing it up."

" It's fine, better to talk right?" She asked.

" Hmmm, I could think of a few things better." He replied teasingly.

" Bow chicka bow wow~" She teased right back, moving to straddle him.

" Oh hell yeah!"

" SHUT UP! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" The familiar voice of Church's AI  shouted through the living room intercom, causing both of them to start laughing loudly, " Stop laughing you fucks!"

Neither stopped for a good moment, Tucker finally sitting up so that he could press their chests together, his lips centimeters from her own. Her hands came up to rest on his neck, thumbs tracing circles into his skin.

" I love you." He murmured out with an amused smile lingering on his lips, before he pressed them against her own.

She responded in kind kissing just as sweetly.

" I swear to god if you two have sex on the couch…" Church's voice trailed off…

Tucker x Freelancer Reader

Thank god for this request! Hope you like it!

You were underneath a mongoose trying so hard to block out Grif’s complaining, and the occasional shotgun going off from Sarge in response. Good ole Red Team. Why did Wash take Blue team instead of you? Sure you lost to him, since you two spared for it, but that was Caboose’s fault for it!

You silently cursed the damn Mantis, or Freckles as what Caboose names it. Now here you here living in the Red base, dealing with their complaining, their dysfunctional lifestyle. It drove you up the wall sometimes.

Now the only good thing on this team was Donut. You could handle his perkiness, and way to cheerful mood almost every day. He understood you. He helped you when you were about to literally murder them all. He also taught you a few tricks, when you had the spare time to relax by yourselves somewhere off in the canyon. One trick was how to rope, and it was pretty useful to you. Sure at first it was one pain in the ass, just like everybody else here, but practice made perfect.

Over a couple months you were just as good as Donut. He grew up on a ranch, so he knew a little bit more than you did about this country stuff anyway. Now besides Red team being a problem, there was another problem living in the canyon as well. It’s aqua, dirty minded, and constantly hinting that he wants to get in your pants. You paused your work to think of what his name was for a second. Lavernius Tucker. Right that’s what his name was.

You slipped out from under the mongoose to stretch out, since being stuck working on a vehicle for two hours make somebody cramp up. Just when you bent down to gather your tools, that were scattered all over, you heard a voice call from across the canyon. ‘Oh shit!’. You thought to yourself as it was Tucker’s voice that called out to you from Blue base. All you had to do was book it into Red base, and Tucker wouldn’t have time to flirt with you. It sounded like a great plan to you so far.

You just started to bolt from the mongoose to the base, when you heard his voice closer now. He seemed to be running, or jogging since he was getting closer to you every second. If only your armor had cloaking. You could have escaped from his sight a long time ago and not mind it one bit.

“(Y/N)…(Y/N).. (Y/N)!!!!!” Tucker practically screamed as he saw you run towards the base. He picked up speed to catch up to you, or cut you off. Whatever worked without him getting hurt would have to do for now.

‘God what did we want now?!?’. You thought to yourself as your foot had barely touched the doorstep of red base. So close to escaping the great ‘Doctor Fuck’. With a tired long sigh, you turned toward the Aqua soldier who was a foot away from you. Might as well entertain yourself with literally beating the shit out of Tucker, just like you always do every Friday.

“What is it this time Tucker?” You cast him such a dead unamused look that couldn’t help but make him grin a bit. Jesus why did his eyes always…Sparkle like there were stars in them.. You shook the thought from your head silently asking yourself why you would think that I’m the first place.

Maybe it was because Tucker was the best good looking soldier on blue team and in the can-. Jesus did it kill you not think about him in a positive way just for a second?! You looked over you shoulder looking for a one last sliver of hope for escape before Tucker was in front of you. You silently thanked yourself that you were all wearing armor, and the helmets so you couldn’t see his eyes or his wolfish grin.

“With the view you just gave me back there, of you bending down. I couldn’t help, but come over.” You rolled your eyes at him. What did you see in this guy? Maybe it was his looks or the way you and him would talk real late at night, as you both would sit on the blue base gazing up at the star soaked sky. Overall you just completely liked him of all people in this entire canyon, and it was Tucker you liked. He got on your nerves a lot, but that was always an act.

Granted you wanted him gone, the heat was boiling you to death. Now he was checking your ass out? Course he was always checking you out, what was new, but you didn’t mind it at all. You had blocked out all his sexual innuendos and where just taking his whole presence in as usual. You grew bored at staring at him, as ideas popped in your head to make the sexual jokes stop.

You had a sly smirk on your face, as Tucker kept flirting with you. Little did he know that you weren’t paying attention to him at all. You broke through his flirting, having a hand on his chest plate which sent another wolfish grin on his face. “Wash needs to talk to you real quick. Something about him finding out about you’re recent hiding spots during training.”

As Tucker ran away as fast as his legs could carry him. You walked into the red base, and in your room. You grabbed your rope that hung from a peg on your wall. You’re plan was to hide until Tucker showed back up to your base. Once he found you were gone, and his back was to you. You’d rope him and tie him down so he wouldn’t try to escape you.

You hid inside a warthog, lying flat on your back to stay well hidden from any peeping eyes as Tucker soon came back to red base. Course he was a wheezing, complaining mess already since he sprinted like something was chasing him. Once he noticed you were gone and he called out your name several times, you sprang out of the warthog quickly; not really caring if you made a lot of noise or not. You just wanted to get him tied up. You swung the loop of the rope over your head twice before tossing the loop at him.

Once the rope fell around his arms, and chest you pulled the rope back making it tighten around him, then yanked harder once more causing Tucker to fall flat on his back and his helmet to fall off of his head, and roll to the side out of his reach. It gave you the opportunity to drag him all the way to you, as you tied the other end of the rope tight to the warthog making sure he couldn’t get free. You took a step back to admire how he looked tied up. He looked so vulnerable with wide dark brown eyes staring up at you. Gone was his wolfish grin, but it was replaced with a slight curious look on his dark face.

If he’s tied up might as well have some fun right? Without hesitating, before your adrenaline wore off to leave you an awkward mess, you sat right on his lap. Your fingers brushed against his jaw line, sending tiny tingles down Tucker’s spine. Surprisingly enough you didn’t know who leaned, but soon both of your lips were crashing together. All the tenderness was gone was both of your hands raked through his hair roughly, nails scraping against his scalp, leaving Tucker a shivering mess already.

The kiss was mostly all teeth, but it was still a kiss. Tucker hooked his legs around you to bring you closer as your hands gripped his hair tight in your fingers. The wolfish grin appeared back on his face as you both pulled away for air, which made his dark brown eyes twinkle again like they had stars captured in their dark depths. Sure it was a lustful twinkle, but God did it make him more attractive.

“Bring the rope for later.” Tucker muttered, as he leant down to attack your neck and throat with small rough kisses now leaving you a shivering mess under his own touch. Sure enough the rope would come in handy later on in his room when the Reds were away giving you both “time to play.”

     “Where am I?” Tucker groaned, rubbing his head and looking around the dimmely lit room- a bedroom? He could say for certain it was a room that he had never seen before- and was even more certain that it wasn’t even close to looking like what he was used to; there was no gun rack, or ten beds lined up on either side of the room. Instead there was a double bed centered against the back wall, and a dresser- and a bunch of other really fancy shit. Almost like he was back on earth again.

     His head tilted to the side when the door clicked open and a woman walked in. She stared at him for a minute before stepping inside slowly and closing the door behind her.”You have exactly fifteen seconds to run before I beat your ass, tie you to the bed and call the fucking police.”

     Tucker’s mouth fell open in shot, and he stood, holding his hands up and shaking his head. “Look babe- I have no idea what the fuck is going on, I’d ap-”

     “Honey,” the woman stepped forward, a grin flashing on her face as she pulled Tucker forward by his collar, “don’t call me that.” She breathed, her lips almost touching his, before she pulled back and shoved him back down onto the floor. “Alright, so what are you doing here?”

     “All I remember is going to sleep in my bunk as usual- and then I just wake up here!” Tucker flinched, rubbing his now sore ass as he watched the woman. 

     “Okay,” she shrugged, “you can stay here for a week, after that I want you gone, now get out of my bedroom.” She jabbed her thumb in the direction of the door. “Don’t touch anything until I’m out, and don’t go exploring. I’m (Y/n) by the way.”

     “Uh.. Tucker, Lavernius.” He stood, moving quickly to the door, before turning around to say something and ending up with a door in his face. 

     “Don’t touch anything hot shot.”

41. ghost/living person au