Red vs. Blue Oneshots

Donut x Red! Reader

You groaned loudly.

"Uuhhhhhgggg," you whined, dropping the hair dye bottle again. It had slipped and fallen on the floor, smearing on the ground.

Across the wall, because his room was right next to yours, you could faintly hear Grif yelling something along the lines of "SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TRYING TO SLEEP!"

You scoffed at him, not in the mood to shout back.

So far today, you touched up the Warthog, spied on the Blues, cleaned the base, spied on the Blues, made everybody lunch, spied on Blues, and now were trying to dye your hair a light pink.

And it was totally like it had absolutely nothing to do with your favorite Red and possibly crash.

Someone knocked on your door.

"Go away," you grumbled, jumping onto your bed and face-planting on the pillow pile.

"Are you okay?" Asked an all-too-familiar voice. Donut.

"I'm fine," you said after a minute or two.

You could hear Donut humming at that. "Are you sure about that (Y/n)?" He asked innocently.

"One-word problem right here. Hair." Donut 'Ohh'ed from the door.

"If you want," the lightish-red soldier began to offer, "I can help you with that."

You perked up immediately and shouted, "Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Get it!"

The door rattled open and Donut walked it. As always, he was in a lightish-red shirt and some baggy gray sweatpants. He had a smile on his face as he walked over.

After a few minutes of examining the situation, he began to grab the 'necessities' as he was calling them: a hairbrush, hair bleach, tin foil, a paintbrush, and the hair dye.

"Well, for starters, you didn't bleach it. And you were using the brown-hair pink, not the normal hair dying pink!" Donut exclaimed as he used the hairbrush to combat the terrible hair knots.

"I- wait." Donut looked at you funnily when you paused. "How dare you! It's lightish-red! Not pink!"

"Definitely pink," Donut commented as he put the hair bleach in.

---time skip--------

Donut added the last touch-ups of lightish-red to your now bleached hair.

"Thank you so much, Donut," you said, thanking your fellow Private. 

"Anytime," he said, packing up his things and leaving the room. 

Well, he did leave a little something. A little love note remained sitting on your bed, resting peacefully on the pillow. It was truly a shame that you never noticed it until you had decided to wash your sheets sometime later. But by then the words were unintelligible.