Wash has always been kind of shy, being at the bottom of the leaderboard and getting a light bullying from the other freelancers will really do that to him
Wash isn’t shy around new people, he’s a freelancer but around someone he finds attractive? You bet he’s shy.
So cute, he mumbles and stutters on words, is thankful that his helmet hides his constant blush
Wash doesn’t comprehend anyone liking him either. Being backstabbed by his team and the people he trusted most have left him a bit scarred to say the least
When you join the freelancers, he doesn’t speak to you much, but he definitely watches you working out and sparring
Wash gets really blushy when North catches him and gives him a light teasing. He gets extremely panicked when he sees North talking to you
But he gets really thankful when you walk up to him and talk about how North said Wash was looking to spar
Even though he spars with you for months, he refuses to take off his helmet around you, worried he’ll blush
He also keeps his talking to a minimum, preferring to listen to you
The shyness and butterflies upon seeing you never really go away. He just keeps it to himself
When the project finally falls apart, his biggest regret is not saying anything to you. He has no clue if you were even alive. He would curse being shy
He would promise himself that if he ever saw you again, he would get over his shyness and just kiss you
When Wash sees you again on Chorus, he feels his shyness come back. He goes up to see you, stuttering and blushing again because it’s you and you’re beautiful and alive.
And when you say his name, he feels like is going to short circuit, it’s like music to his ears
He’s trying to ask how you’re alive and where you’ve been, wishing to himself he could get up the courage to just do anything to show how much he’s missed you
But he doesn’t expect you to ask him to take off his helmet and reminisce about how he had always refused in the freelancer days
And when he finally does, he knows his face is red and he can’t meet your eyes
You reaching your hands out to his face and meeting his lips definitely makes him short circuit.
Wash would definitely return the kiss after he gets his bearings. He would want to do it over and over again but he’s too shy to initiate
Wash would wait for you to reach back in before he would indulge. It would take him months to finally and truly believe that you share his feelings.
Say, can we get Agent Texas with prompt 9? Reader can be a freelancer if you want!
prompt: “what are you going to do, shoot me? do it.”
pairing: agent texas x gn!freelancer!reader
word count: 1.02k
warnings: season 10 spoilers, all lowercase, swearing, gun violence, south violence, reader is kind of pathetic, some angst, no use of y/n
notes: this is mostly crack, got more serious in the end though! this is more so just to help me get back into writing for rvb !!! sorry if it’s so rushed, there is literally no plot to this one. more coming soon! 🫀
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ever since becoming a freelancer, there are some things you’ve just come to never forget.
for starters, never offer to spar with carolina when she’s in a bad mood (or good, either way you get a free ticket to the infirmary).
don’t play along with wyoming’s knock-knock jokes, they’re never good and they just leave you questioning why you still speak with him.
drinking with york always ends up with you waking up to an empty wallet, especially when he and north team up on you.
and lastly, the most important of them all, the sound of kicking ass always means agent texas is nearby.
so when you hear the ship's alarm systems go off, tanks bombing the docks, and the gravity getting powered off? you wish you had york with you to make a bet that it was all because of her.
you had been on your day off when everything started going to shit.
heading to the training grounds (because apparently exercise helps when you’re out on missions) was when the alarms started to go off.
assuming it was the run of the mill invasion from some small organization that had issues with our immoral ways of life, you started to make your way to the shipping docks to make quick work of it, if carolina hadn’t already.
halfway, the ship's gravity goes haywire and you have to float your way there? okay, not as normal.
arriving to see tex absolutely rock a floating tank trying to kill her? what the fuck was going on?
not one to barge into conversations, you happily take your time making yourself known, instead staying at the sidelines watching while the poor tank gets thrown around like a ragdoll.
after witnessing the tank basically bomb itself, you finally decide to get involved (of course, only when you saw tex look your way).
“hey there,” you awkwardly wave, not quite sure how to deal with the raging man-eating woman in front of you. for starters, maybe get on your knees and beg for her not to kill you?
looking down at her gun, your mouth moves before your brain can even catch up, “what are you going to do, shoot me?”
“...”
it’s as if you can hear the confused face she’s making. you and tex never had any problems. sure, she’d kick your ass in training more than you could count, but there was no bad blood between the two of you.
sadly given the circumstances, and all the weird shit happening on the ship, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“i’m not.. going to shoot you? you’re on my side.” her words sound like a question, like she can’t believe you had said something so stupid.
“oh… right.”
it’s almost as if you forgot the talk you, her and york had prior to this. about how the immoral things your group did was actually worse than you thought it was, and how you were planning to put an end to it all.
it’s not like you were in the wrong though, tex is scary when she fights (and maybe more attractive than you’d like to admit).
“dumbass,” she muttered under her breath as she put her gun back, walking over to you.
“where’s york?” you ask, not out of concern, but out of fear of being alone with tex for any moment longer than you need to be.
how would you know if she decided she didn’t like you anymore and cut off your head? put a bullet straight through your brain? push you against the wall and make out with you?
“making things harder than he needs to be.” as if on cue, the lights flicker and the ship jostles.
you let out a small gasp, stumbling towards tex and grabbing onto her wrist for support. her hand flies to your shoulder to stabilize you, and you can feel your body burn where her hand is.
“hey,” she whispers, her face (helmet?) leaning down to yours.
you gulp.
“y-yeah?” you clear your throat, breathless. oh my god ohmy god ohmygod. are we about to kiss?
“the gate is opening. more men are probably coming to stop us.”
oh.
you tilt your head to look behind her, and just like she said, the gate opens to reveal–
not men, south.
“son of a bitch,” you whisper, letting go of tex and standing straight, your hand hovering over your hollister in reflex.
south looks pissed, more than usual. you follow tex’s lead, walking side by side to confront the raging freelancer.
you notice too late that she has a fucking grenade launcher, and you’re sent flying as you try to dodge her oncoming attacks.
thank god, or maybe, thank north for stepping in at the time that he did.
once tex leaves, probably on her way to the director, things escalate. south goes batshit with the grenades, and north does his best to counter her.
not wanting to interrupt the family reunion (you really need to know what their family holidays were like), you decide to branch off to find york.
when you find maine making his way to where tex just left, you inwardly curse. of course you got stuck with the brute.
you don’t even bother putting up that much of a fight, knowing whatever you do is pointless and a waste of energy against someone like him. you’ve never won against him, so what’s this fight going to change? you figured that after he slammed you into the wall, nearly knocking you unconscious, he’d leave you alone to continue whatever he was set out to do.
no, life never worked out that way for you. when he ripped off your helmet, you had already accepted your fate. if the searing pain of your AI being taken from your nape wasn’t enough to make you want to die, him pulling out his gun and aiming it at your head did.
apparently, there is one thing you’ve forgotten since becoming a freelancer.
your love for allison, your will to live for her, will never amount to maine’s thirst for power.
