"God help him," you muttered as he downed another soda he found in the garbage.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" he shouted mouth still full of the sweet liquid.
You rolled your eyes. You had been traveling with Booker for awhile now.
His actions didn't even phase you at this point.
"Nothing," you sighed utterly exhausted by the wild goose chase in the sky. You looked down over the railing looking at the near endless view of the world below.
"Didn't sound like nothing," he muttered back not liking the fact that your attention wasn't on him anymore.
Your gazed drifted to his once more, your eyes locking as a drop of soda rolled down his chin.
You took three long strides. Stopping right in front of the garbage digging man.
You slowly dragged your thumb across his chin. Dispelling of the sticky substance.
"[Name]," he whispered voice baritone and somewhat... nervous.
"Cute," you whispered back leaning forwards and brushing your lips with his.
To your surprise he didn't taste like trash.
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Bioshock Series oneshots
FanfictionA variety of stories from the Bioshock series The stories that are the "x reader" type cause I'm a self insert whore lmao However "Y/N" is always gender neutral so it's more inclusive Anyways ,,, it's kinda trash be warned ,, I started it in midd...
