Cybomb One-Shots

Addictions

Inspired by: Uhhhhh... I do not know...

  He looked at her with a frown as he picked up another empty whiskey bottle.

"Cy? Do you wanna explain something to me?" He asked, showing her the bottle.

"No... Those were here when I moved in..." She whispered, looking at all the bottles scattered around the room.

  She knew better than to admit exactly what she's done over the past four years. He would get angry and leave her again.

  She didn't want that.

"Hmm... Cy?" He asked while she looked up at him.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"Did you know you're terrible at lying?" He asked while she quickly looked away.

"W-What do you mean?" She asked, still avoiding eye contact.

"Cywren, I know. You're wrists have cuts and the day I found you your breath smelt like alcohol. What happened?" He spoke softly, outstretching a hand towards her, only for her to take a step back and continue to look away.

"Trust me... I didn't... Nothing happened..." She whispered as he shook his head.

  He knew she was lying. He knew she had been suffering out here on her own, and he hated even thinking about it.

"Cywren... I was so close to giving up... But I didn't because I knew you didn't just get up and travel across the Wasteland on your own. I knew something happened and I wasn't gonna let them get away with it... Cywren, I spent four years of my life searching for you, because I knew you were alive. I knew... And now I want to know why you've been doing this to yourself..." He said while twirling her around, now seeing the tears rolling down her cheeks.

  He took his thumb and wiped the tears off.

"I-I had given up... On you, the followers, and... And myself. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to do it. People had told me I was so lucky to survive that gunshot... But... What was the point of being alive if you weren't here..." She mumbled as tears continued to fall.

"But Cywren, I am here. You need to stop. I know what happens when you drink the same type of alcohol for enough time..." He said, beginning to grow more worried.

  She's so small that alcohol could shut down her body within seconds.

"Timebomb... I'm already addicted..." She mumbled while rubbing her thumb against an empty glass bottle.

"Cywren, yo-"

"I know... I need to stop. I just - I'm incapable! I cannot stop! I've tried before! I just! Ugh!" She yelled, running her hands through her hair as she tried to exit the room.

  Timebomb knew she was stressed. And he knew how it felt to get addicted to a drug. She needed his help. And she needed it way more than she thought.

  He slithered his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Timebomb... Please stop..." She muttered while glaring down at the ground.

"Not a chance..." He whispered into her ear as she continued to cry.

"Cy, to stop an addiction you either need to never pick up a bottle again, or you need to make a better addiction," He said while she looked back at him in confusion.

"What do you mean a 'better addiction'?" She asked, trying to find the logic behind a 'better addiction'.

He leaned down and planted a long and passionate kiss on her lips. When he released it, he noticed her shocked expression.

"Like that... Could you get addicted to that?" He asked as she continued to stare at him in shock.

"I mean... I-I don't know..." She whispered as her face was covered in blush.

"How do you not know?" He asked.

"I - I - Maybe..." She said as he kissed her again, longer and passionately.

"Maybe?" He asked with an arched eyebrow.

She smiled and blushed.

"Yeah... I think so..." She admitted as her in for a longer and more passionate kiss.

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