Red vs Blue Oneshots

"I'm sure you'll be fine..."

Just read the gosh dang oneshot.

"Fuck... I feel like I've been hit by a bus." You groaned, laying in the bed in the infirmary.

"I... um... i-it's not that bad, right?" Wash said, trying to be optimistic.

"Yeah, it is that bad. You try being thrown into a wall- by MAINE!! And then getting continuously hit with armour lock paint!" You shouted, smacking Washington on the head.

"Okay, okay! It is that bad!" He admitted.

You sighed. You had a minor concussion, and basically bruised your everything. Well, this is what happens when you piss Maine off during a round of paint ball.

Wash smiled and grabbed onto your hand.

"Just sleep for now, okay?" Washington said sympathetically.

You nodded, yawning and closing your eyes, letting sleep take you.

Wash smiled to himself. He was lucky to have such an amazing friend. But, was that all you two were? Just friends? He had feelings for you that you didn't know about. And he wanted to tell you, but what if you rejected him? After all, who'd like him? He was the rookie, the new guy. He wasn't special, and he certainly wasn't the best fighter. You wouldn't fall for a guy like him.

"Wash?" You whispered.

Washington hadn't realized how long it had been. He'd been out for a couple hours. It was after dinner!

"Wash? You awake?" You said quietly.

"U-uh. Y-yeah. I'm awake." He replied.

"Okay. When I woke up, you had fallen asleep. Anyway, you were talking." You smiled softly.

"W-what was I t-talking a-about?" He stuttered nervously.

"I couldn't really make it out, but I thought I might've heard my name? I'm not sure."

The grey and yellow armoured Freelancer blushed.

"I-I... um, I was... I-" He stopped. May as well tell you how he felt.

"I like you (Y/n). More than just friends, and I get it if you don't feel the same, I mean, I'm nothing special... and you probably don't have time for a relationship anyway..." Wash trailed off.

"Of course I like you Washington! I have for a while, I just didn't know how to tell you..." you smiled shyly.

"Really? Does that mean... I-I um, I-I mean... W-Will you be m-my girlfriend (Y/n)?" Wash stammered nervously.

"Yes, I will." You grinned.

"I love you (Y/n)." Wash whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Love you too Wash."