A collection of random Male reader One Shots

Kyle Crane x Reader

Crane POV

"Okay, Spike. So what you're telling me is, is that there is a scientist you want me to find and then return back to you?" I ran my fingers through my hair, giving Spike a disapproving look. "Yep! He went missing around a week ago and I suspect he was kidnapped. Which is why I need you to fetch him!"

He handed me a small card, smiling happily. "So? Will you do it?" I sighed and stretched my arms overhead. "Alright. I'll do it. What's his name anyway?" Spike thought for a second, "It was (N/n) I think? He was pretty quiet and no one really got his name. But I'm sure you'll find him, it's not hard to miss em'. Now go on, I got stuff to do."

I raised an eyebrow. I feel like I've heard (N/n) somewhere...

Before I could finish thinking, Spike pushed me out, shutting the door behind me. "Be as quick as you can! I'm very worried!" I rolled my eyes and set out to the last place he was seen.

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Rais's men surrounded one door, guns at the ready while they guarded. No one dare get close. Not even the infected. But I had too.

I grumbled angry words to myself and pulled out my bow. I threw a penny near one of the guards, knowing greed would get them. As they stepped away from the group huddle, I reared back the bow, holding the arrow steady right before letting go. The arrow fizzed through the air, piercing right through his skull.

The guard fell to the ground and the others became aware. They raised their guns, looking around for me.

I threw firecrackers in the direction of the open tunnel, hiding behind a second barrier as zombies swarmed them. With this new chance and opening, I ran to the door and started to pick the lock.

Luckily it was a first-time-go lock and I got in easily.

Shutting the door behind me, I set off down the dim, flickering hallway. I quietly checked and turned each corner, holding an ax close to my body. At the end of a hallway was another door. It was white and covered in papers.

It's my best bet.

I wandered over, jiggling the handle. It wasn't locked so I walked right in.

"Oh? You're back already- OH COME ON!" I sighed mentally, glaring at the man in the chair. "Evening (Y/n). Or should I call you (N/n)? Now I know why that name was familiar." He groaned and dramatically fell back in the chair. "Fucking, fucker, bitch, cunt, asshole, frick..." He mumbled, words slurred by his accent. He looked absolutely horrible. Blood running down both his nose and lips. Eye puffy, red, and black from crying and getting punched, and to top it all off, bruises all over his body.

And he still managed to be a stuck up, prissy bitch. God, it took every bone in my body not to punch the daylights out of him. I sighed, "You look like shit." I retorted, getting another harsh glare. "No dip sherlock. You gonna help me out or what?" I rolled my eyes, walking around and cutting his ties loose. "Can you walk?" He scoffed, "I don't know. I've been strapped to this chair for god knows how long."

I grabbed his arm and lifted him up, catching him as his legs crumpled beneath him. He winced in pain, face twisted in agony. "Yep... Can't fucking walk..." he said with strain. "Holy FUCK!" He dropped to his knees, body trembling. "Well, how the hell am I gonna get you out of here then?" I asked, letting go of him. He threw his hand in the air, keeping the other on the ground, "I don't fockin' know! Why dontcha help me walk out!? Or maybe better! FOCKIN' CARRY ME, YOU SISSY!"

Oh my fucking god.

"Okay." He blinked, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Put your arms around my neck. We're getting you out of here." He was taken aback. "Y-You're serious?" He asked, fiddling with his hands. "Just do it. We don't have time to be bickering."