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Night Terrors} Tucker x Reader one-shot
The picture brought back memories of what seemed to be millions of years ago. Creases were permanently embedded into the once-glossy paper, the corners rounded. It had been taped together more than once. The photograph was of you and a man, both in white and red armor. You were both helmeted, and it wouldn't have been known to anyone but you and him, that you were both happy. Your eyes remained locked onto the worn picture.
Knocking at your door pulled you from your stupor, and your head whipped up. If someone needed you, you'd be commed. People rarely came to your door asking for something. Before you could answer, it slid open, and a soldier in cyan armor was in your doorway.
"Tucker." You started to fold the photograph, concealing it in your gloved hand. "What do you-"
"Came to apologize." He mumbled, his helmet directed to the floor. A flash of anger took over, and you clenched your fist shut around the photograph.
"Washington told you to." You replied icily as you unclenched your
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Get Home} Maine x Reader
It was a slaughterhouse. Chaotic, confusing, and drenched in the thick, choking scent of fear. Alarms were blaring overhead, the crew still surviving was in a panicked frenzy. The Director was gone. The counselor was nowhere in sight. And the freelancers were in a disarray. You only knew that the Mother of Invention was going down, and that several freelancers had betrayed the Project.
It was overwhelming. The red flashing lights, the screeching alarms, the random gunfire. Who was behind the attack? Which of your fellow agents had betrayed you all, and why?
The ship had been forcibly landed on a cold and snowy planet. All you knew, was that you needed to get out of here. Your heavy boots made loud clanging sounds on the metal floors as you raced through the dormitory hall. You had already collected all your gear from your room. As you passed the doors, Maine's door flew by you. You stopped, turning on your heel to open the door. Would he be in here? You needed to find him.
The room was
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Run pt.1} Agent Maine x Reader
"I'm not going to be able to get in any closer! Opening bay doors in three... two..." You gritted your teeth, trying to prevent from biting through your tongue as the pelican lurched. The pilot's voice crackled through your helmet's built in speakers. Your gloved left hand clenched the bar overhead. A quick glance at your partner showed the massive man doing likewise. He appeared calm as ever. The sudden whoosh of air and smoke into the ship startled you back into focus.
"Wish us luck." You muttered, taking a step backwards, preparing to drop. Your partner looked over to you, giving a minuscule nod before jumping out of the pelican and into the warzone below. You took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing." You hesitantly launched yourself out of the pelican and after your partner.
"Glad to see you two could join the party!" North's voice crackled into your speakers as you plummeted towards battlefield. Your white armored partner was still falling below you, but the ground was closing in f
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26th Oblivion
It had been six months since the attempted strike on the Hive temple. Entropy-25 had been trying to get back into her work after a week long patrol on Venus. She would often join other fireteams for a few missions, being a sought after member for many groups of guardians. But after many failed attempts at bonding with a new fireteam, she gave up. She started leaving the tower for longer periods of time, returning only when she needed the cryptarch’s help with decryptions. Not many guardians would notice her absences, and of those who did, few understood why. Entropy was alone now, and they had resolved to give her space until she was ready to return to her work for good.
But one morning at the tower, she picked up everything she had and left. There was no note, no message left for anyone as to where she had gone, and no trace she had ever even existed, save for the relationships and memories other guardians had with her.
It was obvious she wasn’t coming back. Cayde, the new
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Deadpool x Reader} Answering Machine
“Hey, this is (Name), clearly I’m not at the phone. Probably busy. Or ignoring you. Leave a message. I might call back.” Wade rolled his eyes as the answering machine spouted its instructions for leaving a message, yet again. “Please leave a message at the tone.” He took a deep breath.
“Yo, babe. It’s Wade, your f*ckbuddy. Thought I’d give you a call, tomorrow is, well, it’s tomorrow. You know. Valentines. Whatever. Haven’t seen each other in a while, I figured I should check in, make sure you’re still alive. Yeah. Give me call.” He jammed the hang up button and threw the phone onto the neighboring twin bed. His katanas were tossed haphazardly onto the ruddy orange hotel duvet, and his mask hung from the hat rack by the door. Wade dragged his hands down his scarred face, releasing a long drawn out sigh. He glanced over at the phone. “You’re a piece of work, you know that, (name)?” Th
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Let Them Go, Guardian.
“I’m sorry. The report didn’t look good guardian. I wish I could have helped.” The hunter vanguard’s voice was quiet. His blue optics didn’t meet her red ones. She shook her head, her eyes giving no clue as to how she really felt.
“Your job is at the tower. Not to help us in the field.” Cayde glanced up at her, shaking his head, his voice full of regret and shame.
“That doesn’t excuse this loss. I wanted to help you so badly..” His hand rested on her shoulder as she gave him an even stare. He pulled his hand away, giving an awkward cough as he desperately tried to hide his guilt. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “Do what you need to do hunter.”
She turned on her heel, leaving the table as all eyes in all the vanguard were on her sudden and quiet departure. Her ghost came into view, his “eye” trained on her face.
“What now?” The grey shelled ghost’s voice was low as he h
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A Headstrong Titan and the Master of Crows
Her yellow eyes narrowed, giving a piercing glare to the taller Awoken. A smirk graced his features as he told the young Titan again that the queen would not be seeing her.
“Now get out, I can only handle your temper for so long. The queen is rather busy at the moment.” Uldren waited for the Titan’s remark, giving an expectant smile. He leaned over, stooping to her eye level. The fiery redhead’s response did not come however, as she stood seething and biting her lip to keep from saying something she’d later regret. Her older sister Emb had lectured her enough this month.
“Well? I’m waiting. What have you to say?” His yellow eyes bore into her own, and she was practically dying to say what she wanted to, most likely a long string of expletives and insults. He gave a sarcastic smile, and sighed.
“That’s what I had expected. Now go run home to your Traveler and tell that fool Zavala that the Awoken have helped you idiot guardians
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Owed Glimmer and a Pretty Awoken
Emb sat alone on the sofa, staring into the crackling fire. The single Tchaikovsky song the jukebox had downloaded was playing faintly in the background. Tevis stopped at the top of the stairs to watch the guardian quietly. She hadn’t noticed him, so he took the opportunity to take her in. Her silver eyes reflected the flames, and her purplish skin glowed an orangey color. Her high cheekbones and full lips made even more prominent by the fire and poor lighting. He sighed.
Tevis coughed, alerting the half-awoken woman to his presence. She tore her eyes away from the fire, a beautiful smile gracing her face.
“Tevis, nice to see you. Been a while.” She scooched over, creating space for the human. Tevis walked down the stairs and into the quiet rec room. He removed his helmet, a goofy grin plastered to his face. He didn’t meet her eye, knowing she'd be pissed.
“You didn’t.” The smile was wiped off her face and replaced with a glare as she saw his e
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Replacements pt. 7} Deadpool x Reader
You woke with a jolt, as you jerked forward into your seatbelt, your head almost slamming into the dash. You heard in the back of your mind Deadpool shouting some creative expletives. Panic immediately gripped you, as the car took a plunge into a snowy ditch. There was no stopping the crash as the tiny Volvo slammed head on into a tree. Your face was immediately in the airbags as you felt warm liquid running down your head and soaking into your face and airbag. Flashes of white hot pain seared into your skin.
"{name}... {name}.."
His voice was quiet, a low murmur in the background. Every second seemed to last an hour, the pain becoming all consuming. Someone grabbed your arm. And then you blacked out.
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Your body stung like fire as you came to. You vaguely sensed rough hands gently bandaging your right arm. You peeled your {e/c} eyes open slowly, wincing as the person bandaging you squeezed a bit too tight.
"Sorry bab
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Replacements pt. 6} Deadpool x Reader
"A week apparently, God dammit, we should have kept a closer eye on her. Who knows where he's taken her." The officer sighed, his face pressed into his palm while holding the phone up to his ear. His small workspace was crowded, stacks of paperwork were thrown haphazardly across the desk. The monitor was asleep, and a cup of cold coffee looked like it had spilled onto the desk, and coffee stained papers proved the spill to have happened.
"Yeah, I know, her mother has been put under watch, we don't want anything to happen to her. I feel awful enough that the college kid was abducted." He dragged his palm down his face, revealing a pair of tired brown eyes an unkempt hair. His ID read Parkman. A phone rang, two, three times. He put his hand over the receiver, and shouted,
"Somebody get that!" He uncovered the receiver and spoke again.
"No sir, we had been trying to figure out where he operates from this entire time, but just yesterday morning, we received a call from an Italian restaura-
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Replacements pt. 5} Deadpool x Reader
You had slept surprisingly well that night. Of course, it was on the couch, and you had to fight your captor for a full hour to keep him from taking you to HIS bed. That wasn't quite fun. Of course, lately whenever something good was happening to you, ie. this beautiful night of sleep, something (deadpool) had to mess it all up.
He shook your shoulder, rousing you from your sleep. You drowsily opened your {e/c} eyes, looking up at him. He was leaning over the back of the couch, peering down at you through his mask. You groaned, and flipped onto your stomach so you didn't have to look at him. You heard him curse something under his breath, and then he threw off the blanket you were under, you moaned and he picked you up, bridal style.
You snapped awake, eyes widening and you opened your mouth to snap a remark. He quickly covered your mouth with your hand.
"Shh-sh-sh-sh.... You have to be quiet." He whispered, barely audible over the sound of the clicking AC. Why is the AC on? It's al
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Replacements pt. 4} Deadpool x Reader
An hour of sitting on the couch and slowly dozing off had taught you one thing. Deadpool was physically unable to clean up. You had watched him stuff at least seventy five pancakes into an alcohol filled fridge. The pan used to cook them was put into the sink soon after, and the sink had just kept stacking up the dirty dishes. That was his only progress. Otherwise, he had moved the same wad of balled up paper towels from the counter to floor and up again several times. There was a pile of dirt being swept around the kitchen. Grime still coated every surface in there, and you found yourself becoming more and more thankful for not eating those pancakes. Eventually you wondered if you'd have to clean the mess yourself.
You had attempted at sleep several times, but your growing uneasiness had prevented you from closing your eyes for more than five minutes. Maybe that was a good thing. You sighed, and pulled your hair back from your face. A sudden thought hit you. [i]Does anyone know I'm mi
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Crave You} Tahno x Reader pt.1
The White Falls Wolfbats were having an impeccable season. They were undefeated, yet again. You held the paper up to your friend, scowling. Your parents' hometown pro bending team had been disbanded at the end of last season, putting a fowl taste to pro bending in your opinion.
She grinned, Sun had family living in Republic City before it was Republic City. Needless to say, Sun was a huge Wolfbats fan. You rolled your eyes.
"Aw come on, you may hate them, but I am a huge fan, (name)." She dumped two sugar packets into her tea, and you scrunched up your nose in distaste.
"Aren't two sugar packets just a BIT overboard Sun? Tea is perfect plain." You pointed out, ever the tea critic.
"Ok, miss Fire Nation. We can't all have perfect taste, can we." She teased, flipping her long brown hair. You grinned.
"Yeah, you're right. If everyone were as perfect as me, nobody would think I'm so perfect anymore." You took a sip of your spiced tea, reminiscing your childhood in the Fire Nation. Your Gra
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LGBT stands for Lgay, Gay, Bgay, Tgay (honk rants)
this journal isnt gonna make sense but im upset so im venting it out anyway
yknow, i really fucking hate yaoi/BL/whatever you call it and ive been called out on it from a small handful of ppl who're always like "why dont you like it?" "are you a homophobe?" or what-the-fuck-ever
like, i'm a queer woman. when it comes to sex, women are the only people that appeal to me, but with everything else its fair game. and bc i hate BL, people go off at me and assume im a homophobe, but theres a million FUCKING reasons why i hate it that no one outside of queer women will be able to understand
im so fucking sick of gay men getting all the representation in everything, and everyone always supports them more than literally everyone else. if a man is bisexual/pansexual/asexual, people always pair him with men and call him gay anyway, because fuck forbid f/f and fuck forbid m/f, right ??? 
im so angry and upset that the second queer women want representation for relationships, gay men assume the
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It had been two days’ time since Cayde had learned of Taniks’ presence on the moon. Two days’ time since he’d been struck by the haunting memory of his dear friends’ demise. Two days’ time since he’d gathered a strike team of his most trusted comrades (and a few trustworthy Warlocks and Titans). Two days’ time since he’d initiated his revenge.
Tevis had been out of regular contact since they’d descended into the Hellmouth some twenty one hours ago. Cayde had known that transmissions would be sporadic as they fought their way through the Hive and the Fallen, but the telemetries he’d received were short and recorded, distressed and breathless. They’d been locked in combat from the moment they’d set foot in the atrium, and the fight raged in the background of every transmission. Cayde worried, but held onto one thing he continued to repeat with every contact.
No casualties.
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I am moving to Archive of Our Own today for my fic uploads. If you'd like to keep on seeing my uploads, my ao3 account is Nomelah. This account will stay activated if you want to contact me here. My fics will stay up as well. I love you all, and thank you guys for supporting me as I started writing fics!
I am moving to Archive of Our Own today for my fic uploads. If you'd like to keep on seeing my uploads, my ao3 account is Nomelah. This account will stay activated if you want to contact me here. My fics will stay up as well. I love you all, and thank you guys for supporting me as I started writing fics!
The picture brought back memories of what seemed to be millions of years ago. Creases were permanently embedded into the once-glossy paper, the corners rounded. It had been taped together more than once. The photograph was of you and a man, both in white and red armor. You were both helmeted, and it wouldn't have been known to anyone but you and him, that you were both happy. Your eyes remained locked onto the worn picture.

Knocking at your door pulled you from your stupor, and your head whipped up. If someone needed you, you'd be commed. People rarely came to your door asking for something. Before you could answer, it slid open, and a soldier in cyan armor was in your doorway.

"Tucker." You started to fold the photograph, concealing it in your gloved hand. "What do you-"

"Came to apologize." He mumbled, his helmet directed to the floor. A flash of anger took over, and you clenched your fist shut around the photograph.

"Washington told you to." You replied icily as you unclenched your fist and set the picture down. Tucker's head whipped up, his visor staring into yours. It was a stare off. He finally broke the silence.

"Well, no, I mean- I wanted to apologize, so I'm apologizing!" You rolled your eyes, pulling your gaze away from his, and back down to your leg. His gaze followed yours, and he suddenly looked away. Shame radiated off of him. "Why am I even apologizing, I did what I had to do! You would have died from blood loss out there!" Tucker stepped into the room, and the door slid shut behind him. He sat down on the bed opposite to yours, the mattress releasing a creak as he breathed a tense sigh.

Your eyes were drawn to his form as he made a sudden movement to pull his helmet off. A few dreadlocks too short to be pulled back into his ponytail fell free as his helmet was pulled off. It landed on the floor with a clunk. He brushed the loose dreads back out of his face, and his unsettling silvery eyes peered up at you through his dark brows. You looked away, your eyebrows knitting down into an angry expression. He couldn't see your face, but there was something off about the way he'd look at you. As if even your reflective silver visor didn't stop his eyes from seeing you. It was uncomfortable. His face landed in his palms as he waited a moment longer for a response.

Tucker stood, grabbing his helmet and turning his back as he made his way to the door without another word. He paused at the controls though, and seemed to be at a loss for words. He turned, his dark face pale.

"Controls aren't working." You looked up in alarm, but your face was soon set into a scowl.

"BS, they've got to be working."

"If they were working, I'd have gotten out of here already."

"Try again."

"What's trying again gonna do?! The controls are fucking offline!" He threw his helmet onto the empty bed with an exasperated sigh. The sim trooper sat down with a huff of annoyance. His silver eyes rested on your armored body. "What were you doing in here? And in full armor?" You pretended you hadn't heard him, proceeding to stare at the wall by the foot of your cot. "God, we're stuck in here, might as well do something work with me here, let's try holding a conversation."

"I was doing nothing. And you're in full armor too, so lay off." You snapped in response. He shrugged, reclining back on the wall. His eyes rested on the folded photograph, and before you thought to grab it, he snatched it up, ignoring your protests.

"What's this?"

"Tucker, put it back, now." You ordered, sitting up and readying yourself to lunge at him.

He unfolded the piece of paper delicately, his brows creasing together as his eyes ran over the photo. He looked up at you, and back down to the photo.

"Before you attack me-" he pulled out a photo from his chestplate and shoved it into your hand, "that's my kid." You regarded the picture in surprise, unsure of what to do. Thankfully Tucker broke the momentary silence.

"This you? You had red and white armor? God that's awful." There was a pause. "Boyfriend?" He asked, handing the photo back to you. You shook your head, taking the photo back. He smiled. "I have no competition." You sneered back at him, although you knew he wouldn't see.

"You've got a kid?" You asked, handling his photo gingerly.

"Well I mean, I've probably got lots of kids, but Junior's the only one I know." You looked down at the photo, it was child's basketball team. A Sangheli child stood in back.

"Unprotected sex. Attractive." You muttered dryly, unamused. "Kid on the far left yours?"

"Nope! Junior is the kid in back."

"Junior is... a Sangheli."

"Yup."

"Why am I not surprised?" You mumbled, handing the photo back to the blue. He took it back, pausing to look at it with pride before he tucked it away.

"So is the guy an ex? Is he a crazy ex?" Tucker asked you, seeming hell bent on bringing up topics uncomfortable for you.

Your head spun around to stare him dead on.

"He's dead." You stated matter-of-factly. Tucker suddenly shivered, his eyes stuck on your helmet. "What's your deal now?" You muttered.

"Sorry babe, it's the helmet. The meta had one just like it." Tucker glanced away.

"EVA variant." Your gaze swiveled back to your leg. Tucker nodded.

"So can you, feel? With the leg? It's pretty high tech." He asked, his eyes resting on it. You tensed and he seemed to shrink back. You forcibly relaxed yourself, it was an honest question. He meant no harm.

"No." Memories suddenly bombarded you as you gazed down at the bionic replacement.

Tucker's panicked voice as he told two soldiers to hold you down. The glow of the sword illuminating the cave and the pooling blood pouring from your nearly severed left leg. The guilt on Tucker's face as he plunged the sword into your leg, amputating the leg and cauterizing the stump. The smell of burning flesh. Your screams bouncing off of the damp stone walls.

"Hey, hey! Snap out of it! You're good! Chill!" Tucker's hands gripped the unarmored portions of your shoulders, bringing you back to the present. "You got real quiet for a moment. Looked like you were about to pass out."

Your eyes were wide and trained on his, you didn't respond.

"Hey! You pass out or something? I wouldn't mind mouth to mouth.." You realized your position, Tucker's body was dangerously close to yours. Your hands shot up to wrench his hands off of your shoulders. He stood back up from his kneeling position while rubbing his wrists. "God dammit, you've got a grip..." He muttered, sitting back down on the empty bed.

"So what do we do?" You asked, ignoring his complaints.

"Wait I guess." Tucker shrugged.

"My comms are on the fritz, I need to repair my helmet before I can contact anyone. You?"

"Church told me that if he heard my voice on the comms again he'd lock my armor 'til he felt like unlocking it." He replied, his hands going up to his ponytail to take it down. As the band was removed, his dreadlocks tumbled down, just brushing his armor plated shoulders. He pulled them back up again into the ponytail. You watched with relative disinterest. "So what were you doing in full body armor? Isn't it your night break?"

"I told you, I was doing nothing."

"So you were moping?" He asked, your head whipped around to stare him down, but you were surprised to find an amused expression on his face. Your face set into a frown nonetheless.

"I wasn't moping."

"Alright, then sleeping in your armor? Kinda strange."

"I don't sleep." Your voice was quiet, but he seemed unbothered.

"So you're kept awake?"

"I guess."

"By who?" Your eyes narrowed as he presented his question. This could be serious, or it could be another attempt to hit on you. You didn't reply. "Do I keep you up at night? Christ, I've got some power then. I can control a merc?" A proud smirk crossed his face and you fought back a confusing mixture of amusement and disgust.

"Some power."

"But what about your helmet? Even when you're alone, your helmet stays on?" You tensed, but allowed a stiff nod in response. "God, you mercs are always so weird. Is it in the job description? 'Be really fucking weird?'"

You stood, your left foot creating a metallic thud as it landed on the floor of your dorm. Tucker tensed, trying to ignore your subtle limp as you crossed the room to examine the door controls. You squatted down so the controls were at eye level.

"Tucker, I got a tool kit in that red case next to your bed." You flicked your headlight on, better illuminating the small panel. The kit was thrust into your outstretched hand. Within a few moments, the plate cover was removed, and you were met with the circuits glaring back into your eyes tauntingly. A frown settled on your face. "I have no idea what any of this is."

You sighed in frustration, pulling your helmet off with one hand. You were all too aware of Tucker behind you attempting to get a clear view of your face. You dropped the helmet, your fingers going up to pinch the bridge of your nose. You stood, attempting to ignore the lack of feeling where your leg should have been. You turned, eyes pinched shut and hands rubbing your temples.

"God I've got a headache." You pulled your hands away from your temples and opened your eyes blearily.

"Girl, you look like shit." Tucker laughed after a moment. Your eyebrows pulled down, sending your face into a disgruntled scowl. He wasn't wrong, you hadn't been able to sleep lately, deep purple bags had settled under your eyes. Your skin looked pale and sickly, which made the pink scars stretching across your face stand out more.

"Fuck you Tucker." You flopped back onto the bed, vaguely aware of Tucker's silver eyes on you. "You need something?"

"Nah. Just checking you out." You opened your eyes and gave him a side glance. He gave a shameless grin, throwing up his hands into a shrug. "Hey, I don't meet too many hot chicks in the army."

The room was silent for a few more seconds. A loud creaking interrupted the silence, and you looked accusingly to Tucker. He shook his head.

"Not me." You sat up as a moan was heard. The color drained from your face as the sounds continued. Dear god. "Thin walls." Tucker laughed. The cot in the neighboring room continued to squeak and groan in protest as its occupants moaned and grunted. Tucker laughed awkwardly. You glared at him.

"I hate you." Tucker laughed in response, and your flushed face turned away from him. A squeal erupted from the next door room, and  a puzzled expression crossed his face.

"The fuck was that?" Tucker laughed again. A grin tugged at your mouth and you fought to keep your scowl.

"I don't know, I'm ready for them to stop though."

"I don't think that's going to happen. They sound like they're having some fun." You gave him an unamused face. "We could be having fun. Bow chicka bow wow."

"How about you stab me, finish the job, you know? I'd honestly prefer it."

"You dig me."

"You got me. I've got the hots for you. You're so sexy Tucker." You replied dryly in an attempt to make him shut up.

"I think we've got some chemistry."

"I never liked chemistry. Biology was my thing."

"Oh, so you did like learning about sexual reproduction?"

"God, fuck you Tucker."

"Oh please, feel free. I'll take top or bottom."

You groaned in exasperation, your hand smacking your forehead.

"Can I sleep for a few days? Anything to make you shut up. A coma maybe. Or getting off of this planet. Killing you could do the trick." Your eyes peeled open blearily to find him removing his armor plates. "What the fuck do you think you're doing."

"Gotta get some beauty sleep. This face won't stay young without it. There's no way in hell i'm sleeping with my armor on." You sighed, closing your eyes again. The sounds of armor hitting the metal floor of your dorm did little to block out the sounds of ecstasy from the dorm next door. After five more minutes of listening to your companion remove his armor, it stopped, leaving the two of you sitting in a still rather noisy room.

"Could they be any louder?" You grumbled, casting a dark glare at the shared wall.

"I don't know that they could, but we could be hella louder babe." Your icy stare shifted to the man. He laughed unabashedly. The sounds from the other room started to escalate into a frenzy, and you desperately tried to block it out as you stared for a while longer at Tucker, who'd crawled under the covers and seemingly started to doze off. The voices next door finally quieted down, and the squeaky cot slowly stopped its noisy protesting. The dorm was submerged in silence.

Tucker's back was to you, his breaths had slowed. He clearly had no issues falling asleep. Oh how you envied him. You climbed from your bed, pulling off the armor platings one by one. The human body could only survive without sleep for so long. Once you had shed your armor, you slipped into your cot, and slowly dozed off into sleep.

A sudden dread wrenched you from your dreamless doze. Something was wrong. You just couldn't tell what, until your eyes rested on the foot of your cot. A small shadowy figure sat near your feet, hunched over something, it's face looking away from yours. It was a terror that gripped you, sending you into a panic attack. Your skin felt hot, too hot underneath the thick, rubbery bodysuit. Sweat accumulated on your face, making your loose hairs stick to your face.

The thing at the end of your cot was an embodiment of evil. And yet, it was so familiar. You saw it every time you attempted to sleep.

It turned around, but it's face was unclear, it's entire body was insubstantial, without a solid form. It slowly crawled towards you, exuding malcontents. Your voice refused to work, the words were on the tip of your tongue. You couldn't move, couldn't reach out to Tucker, couldn't ask for help, couldn't ask to get away from this evil. A scream made its way to your ears, but you weren't sure who was screaming. And then it was shaking you, digging it's claws into your shoulders and it's face hovering mere inches above yours. Your words found you.

"NO! NO, GET AWAY, STOP IT! HELP! HELP!" You clenched your eyes shut, refusing to look at it, and straining against its grip.

"(Name), what the fuck!? Calm down I'm here it's ok, nothing else is here, you're safe." Tucker's voice jolted you from your stupor, and suddenly it wasn't a monster who was grabbing you by your shoulders, but Tucker. Your breathing refused to slow, but you still felt as though you didn't have enough air. "Hey- hey- hey- hey, look, you're okay. You can breathe. Deep breaths." Your breathing slowed a little, your eyes remaining wide and unmoving from his. He smiled, his white teeth flashing. "You good? What the hell was that? You started screaming bloody murder out of nowhere, woke me up."

"Night terror." You whispered hoarsely.

"Been having them for a while?"

"Ever since my partner died." You whispered, tears welling up in your glossy eyes. "I can't sleep, I'm terrified of the monster."

"You're a merc. You don't have to be afraid of anything." You sighed closing your eyes, and Tucker coughed to break the silence, releasing your shoulders and turning away back to his cot. Panic gripped you at the thought of being alone again. Your eyes opened as your hand shot out to his wrist. Tucker whipped around, panic in his silver eyes. A few of his dreads fell from his ponytail and into his face.

"Please. Don't leave me." You spoke, your voice catching. Tucker closed his mouth and nodded. You released his hand and scooched over to give him room to climb in with you. You turned your body over to face the wall as he crawled under the covers, his abdomen pressed firmly into your back and his hot breaths warming the back of your neck. His arm slung easily over your waist, pulling you closer to him. It wasn't unwelcome. "Thank you Tucker."

"Of course."
Night Terrors} Tucker x Reader one-shot
This was fun to write, Tucker is a cool character to write as well. Very angst as well, which is always fun. Hope you all enjoy. More Tucker x Reader to come, but I have yet to decide if I want to make it a lemon or not. Enjoy!
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Currently working on a Tucker x Reader fic! It should be up by the end of this week, but no promises because I've got a lot of stuff going on. I'm also taking requests, because I got a lot of muse to use! <3 Snips
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I absolutely love your RvB one shots! You are an amazing writer! And I'm glad I was able to read them :)
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Omg thank you so much! This actually means a lot to me, I had a rough day. Thank you <3
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