Robbers (Cryaotic x Reader OneShot)

Babe, you look so cool

  You two had done it. You had finally done it! Enough money to get away from this damned town.

Away from your parents.

Away from the jackasses.

Away from everyone, but of course with your loved Cry. He's been there for you for so long. Even if your parents hated it. You two have been dating for almost a year now, almost a year planning out all these crimes. Cry had a giant smile hidden under his mask as he threw open the door of the black minivan you two stole.

Police sirens.

Adrenaline rushing through the both of you.

   You let out a loud laugh, your boyfriend loving the sound of it as he threw the bag of cash into the back seat. As he began to speed off, you sighed and leaned back in your seat. He gently sets one of his hands on your thigh, a confident smirk showing from the partial side view you can see from his porcelain mask. As you both hear more sirens approaching, he mutters under his breath in a low growl.

"Shit.."

He showed no signs of stopping.

You knew what you needed to do. You grabbed your trusted pistol. You rolled down the window, giving Cry a small nod before leaning out, shooting at the officers. Cry took a chance to look at you from the corner of his eyes, smiling as he puts his focus back on the road. Wind blowing through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You saw multiple of them fall, as Cry leaned his foot down more on the gas.

"(Y/N), babe. In, now."
Cry said in a low tone, as you quickly sat in your seat.

You braced yourself, seeing where Cry was going with this.

Off the motherfucking road.

He was crazy.

Insane, even.

But you loved it.

And he knew you did.

He swerved, the car tires screaming for it to end. You both share a sigh of relief.

Then it hits you.

Those officers.

They're dead.

You killed them.

You sighed again, as Cry noticed and took the chance to pull to a field. He gently takes your hand in his own, sharing his calm heat.

"It'll be okay.."

He whispers to you, pulling your cloth mask that covered your mouth and nose down to look like a scarf, hanging around your neck. You took the chance.

"How about you show me that face of yours, Ryan?"

You asked, using his real name. You haven't seen his face since he got the damned thing. You both being 27, and he first got it when you both were 13. He tensed up for a moment, before looking deeply into your big (e/c) eyes and sighing.

"Okay."

He tugs on the string of his mask, letting it gently fall on the leather seat.

He was beautiful.

Chiseled face, bright blue eyes.. that slight stubble. And the way his dark, chocolate brown messy hair fell on his face. He leans in close, his pink soft lips grazing against yours before hearing more sirens. He groans and decides to take matters to his own hands. He grabs his own gun from the back, single handedly shooting them down. You got out, running to his side and just watching him take them down.

Every one of them

was dead.

You giggled softly, before saying...

"Babe... you look so cool.."

Ayo. I know it's short, but this is just an experimental thing. I want to start a long story of a Cry x Reader, so I wanted to test it out before hittin' it big. What do you guys think?

Also i fucking love Cry a bunch, so yall arent fangirling/fanboying alone. Im here with ya