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Admire this mf.

HII can you write riley X reader!💋😏😍🙏🏻

WHAT THE HELL??, sure.

[that request was like weeks ago HELPPPP I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS]

No time to explain...

[Years Ago – The Act of Kindness]

It was a cold, lonely evening when you found him.

A small, weak, starving German Shepherd shivering under a streetlight, looking like a tragic protagonist in a war movie. His ribs poked out. His eyes, glassy and desperate. You froze. The wind howled around you. The world slowed.

You couldn’t just walk away. You wouldn’t.

With trembling hands, you reached into your bag and pulled out your last sandwich—your favorite sandwich. You hesitated. Did you really have to give him the whole thing?

But one look at that little face, and you knew.

"Take it, buddy," you whispered, voice breaking like this was the emotional climax of a Hollywood film. "Live."

The pup devoured it in seconds, his little tail wagging weakly. Then he was gone.

You never saw him again.

Until tonight.

The battlefield burned around you. Gunfire echoed. Everything was chaos. You were cornered, breathing hard, blood dripping down your temple. This was it. The end.

Then—

SCREEEEECH.

A black SUV came barreling down the dirt road, kicking up dust, headlights blinding. The door swung open before the car even stopped.

You shielded your eyes from the dust, coughing. Who the hell was driving like this?

Then, you heard the voice.

"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. GET IN THE CAR."

Your blood ran cold. That voice. It was deep. Commanding. Heroic.

You turned slowly.

And there, sitting in the driver’s seat… was a German Shepherd.

A combat vest. Tactical headset. Dog goggles reflecting the flames of battle. Paws gripping the wheel.

It was Riley.

Your knees buckled.

"NO. WAY."

Riley snarled.

"GET IN, SOLDIER."

Your body moved before your brain could process. You dove into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut as Riley floored it, tires screeching.

You stared at him. Mouth open. Shaking.

"...Riley. YOU’RE A DOG. HOW ARE YOU DRIVING?"

His dog goggles glinted in the streetlights as he took a sharp turn, dodging an explosion WITHOUT EVEN BLINKING.

"I SAID NO TIME TO EXPLAIN."

You gripped the dashboard, mind unraveling.

"...CAN YOU TALK? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO TALK?"

Riley sighed, ears twitching. "Listen, I didn’t WANT you to find out like this. But fate has a way of catching up."

"FATE?! YOU’RE A DOG."

"AND YOU'RE SCREAMING IN MY CAR."

"...IT’S NOT EVEN YOUR CAR, YOU’RE A DOG."

"IT IS NOW."

You blinked in disbelief as Riley casually switched lanes with his PAW.

"I was trained for this," he muttered. "Ever since you fed me that sandwich, I knew... I owed you."

Your soul left your body.

"Riley. Please. You're literally a dog."

He just nodded, eyes locked on the road.

"I know."

You sat in the passenger seat, completely paralyzed. Every bone in your body refused to move as your brain fought to accept the impossible truth.

Riley, a literal dog, was driving an SUV at 110 mph like he had a mortgage and child support to pay.

Your mouth hung open. Your breath came out in shallow, broken gasps. You could still hear the echoes of gunfire in the distance, but nothing—NOTHING—could compare to the sheer psychological damage happening in your mind right now.

Riley, paws gripping the wheel, squinted at the road like a seasoned war veteran. The silence in the car was deafening.

Then, in the most casual, human-like voice you’ve ever heard…

"So, what’s up?"

You blinked. Your entire nervous system crashed like a Windows XP error.

“…Excuse me?”

Riley sighed, tilting his head slightly. "I asked what's up. You seem tense."

You stared at him. Stared at the wheel. Stared at his fluffy paws effortlessly steering. Then back at him.

Your hands clenched into fists. You inhaled sharply.

"UH. YOU KNOW. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO DIE, AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP DRIVING A WHOLE ASS CAR AND TALKING, SO YEAH, I'D SAY I'M A BIT ‘TENSE’ RIGHT NOW."

Riley side-eyed you through his dog goggles and clicked his tongue.

"Yeah, I gathered that, fucking idiot. Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?"

You sat there. Dumbfounded.

Your brain searched for a response. There was none. Nothing. Just a void of pure confusion.

And then, as if this entire situation wasn’t unhinged enough, Riley took a deep breath, exhaled dramatically, and went:

"Alright, let's talk about the team."

He flexed his paws on the steering wheel like he was about to deliver the monologue of the century.

"Hesh," he started, shaking his head. "Poor bastard. Tries so hard. Always acting like he's got it together, like he's the leader, but you and I both know that kid is two bad days away from a full emotional breakdown."

You blinked. "...Damn."

"Logan," Riley continued, taking a casual turn WITH HIS PAW. "Bro doesn’t speak. Not that he can’t—he just won’t. Dead silent. Stone cold. But if you’ve ever seen him when he thinks no one's watching? Yeah. That man has absolutely cried in his room at 3 AM while listening to Linkin Park. I know it. I feel it in my soul."

You stared at him, unable to process how a DOG was delivering the most accurate character analysis you've ever heard.

Riley continued, eyes still on the road, like this was a podcast.

"Merrick." A deep sigh. "Man’s been through too much. You look into his eyes, and it’s just PTSD and caffeine. He won’t say it, but I know he wakes up in a cold sweat at least twice a week. He's got ‘haunted past’ written all over him. The dude deserves a nap."

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

"Keegan." Riley let out a single, dry chuckle. "That guy? If brooding and trauma had a baby, it would be him. Man tries so hard to be intimidating, but let’s be real—he’s like a raccoon in a human body. He’ll disappear for 14 hours and come back like nothing happened. Probably sleeps in a vent somewhere. I respect it."

You couldn't BREATHE.

Riley wasn’t even looking at you anymore—he was just talking, like this was a TED Talk.

"Kick." Riley let out a low whistle. "Dude’s the most normal out of all of us, which is concerning. Like, why are you well-adjusted? What’s your secret? Are you hiding something? I keep an eye on him, just in case."

At this point, you were fully gripping your seatbelt like your life depended on it.

Then Riley’s voice dropped into something heavy. Emotional.

"...Elias."

A long pause.

A deep breath.

"...Good man. A leader. A father. A loss we’ll never recover from."

You actually felt a lump in your throat. What the hell was this? A eulogy?

You were about to say something, but then—

"Rorke, though? Absolute waste of human existence."

Your head snapped towards Riley so fast, you almost broke your neck.

"Oh—oh my god."

Riley continued, voice full of venom. "Rorke out here looking like a rejected Fast & Furious villain, but ain't fast or furious—just bald."

You choked.

"Looks like an evil stepdad who forces you to call him by his first name."

Tears. Actual tears formed in your eyes.

"I—Riley, please—"

"Man is bald as hell but wears a durag like it's gonna bring his hairline back."

You were GASPING FOR AIR.

Riley simply exhaled through his nose like he had just dropped wisdom upon the world.

You sat there, completely emotionally destroyed, as the SUV finally rolled up to your house.

Riley parked perfectly (because of course he did), put the car in park, and turned to you.

For the first time, he took off his goggles, locking eyes with you. His stare was intense. Soul-piercing.

"Remember this day."

Then, as if none of this ever happened, Riley opened the door with his paw, stepped out, and disappeared into the night.

Leaving you to question everything you had ever known.

"I JUST...."

"We are ghosts bitch."

[FADE TO BLACK.]

🎶 Dramatic music swells. 🎶

[CREDITS ROLL.]

DIRECTED BY: Riley. WRITTEN BY: Riley. PRODUCED BY: Riley. STARRING: Riley.