Nightmares Tucker x Reader/OC
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…
Both of them breaking apart to laugh again, giving each other mischivioius looks. Tucker unable to help himself, neither really caring if Church caught them. Wasn't like the AI hasn't seen them before…..

















