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obxsummer · 1 year

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Lean on Me // JJ Maybank

pairing: jj maybank x neutral!reader

summary: as much as you love being the go-to person for your friends, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. all it takes is a shitty week and an argument with your boyfriend for your strong exterior to break.

warnings: angst, arguments, brief wound description

a/n: i lowkey hate this bc it didn’t turn out how i intended but whatever. enjoy!

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The Outer Banks was lucky to have you. That’s what JJ would say within a heartbeat. He knew there were a lot of deserving people amongst his friends, but man, you were way too good for the Pogue life. He owed you so much in the year and a half that the two of you had been dating. You were his rock against all odds, between his shitty dad and the raising anxiety in his chest after almost losing John B, you kept him grounded.

JJ loved watching you interact with your friends at the current kegger on the beach. You were so gentle and weaved your way along them them like it was second nature. The smile on your face was addicting, you seemed so carefree under the glow of the bonfire. The summer air, warm on your bare skin.

“Hey there, handsome.” You plopped on the log next to JJ, elbow nudging him gently as you made yourself comfortable. “You okay?”

JJ could really only force a nod and pushed a smile onto his face. He leaned close to press a kiss on your temple and let his arm fall around you shoulders. “Just love you, a lot.”

You were a little shocked at his outward affection but smiled nonetheless. “Love you too. A lot.”

You fell into a caregiver role naturally. Growing up, you had to learn how to take care of yourself first and foremost and when you did enough of that, you went for those around you. The broken bits of your upbringing reinforced your selflessness but increased a lot of anxiety and stress at a young age. You tried to never let it get to you, and if it ever did, you handled it in private.

Your friends adored you in every way possible. You were always there when they needed you - a reassuring rock to lean on at any moment. You were the best listener and always gave such great advice and the best hugs. Your overall presence could comfort a room without any words. They were internally grateful for everything you did.

It was very rare the Pogues saw you lose your cool, but in all honesty, this week was creeping up on you. Tensions were on the rise with the investigation of the Cross of Santo Domingo, and as much as you loved your friends, you were growing exhausted. You missed the way life was before the gold, when you would all just mess around without any worry while doing stupid teenager things. Your anxiety was growing and it felt like you would break at any sudden noise. You knew you needed some space, maybe a good cry if it came to it, but there was a lot going on right now.

“Y/N, hey!” John B came barrelling through the door with a burst of energy. You winced at the loud noise but forced a smile regardless. “Are you able to make a quick grocery run really quick? You can take the Twinkie. We just need some basics.”

You had just settled down on the couch and wanted nothing more than to lay there in silence. “Yeah, yeah sure!” Pushing yourself off the couch, you grabbed your own keys from the table, opting to just drive yourself in hopes that it would lessen your stress. “Just text me a list!”

The day didn’t seem to ease up as the grocery store was packed, not to mention one of the bags ripped and spilled chips and yogurt across the parking lot. You managed to keep it cool until you were back in the safety of your car, letting a few tears slip before taking a deep breath and moving on.

After loading everything into John B’s kitchen, you set to work prepping dinner knowing everyone could use a home cooked meal and some quality time together. Shoving a pack of beers and a few wine coolers into the fridge for later, you decided spaghetti and meatballs sounded entertaining enough. Putting a pot of water on for the noodles, you managed to find some garlic bread in the freezer to heat up too.

The chaotic noise of your friends soon filled the room, lots of laughing and conversation filling the suffocating silence. “There you are!” JJ’s voice overtook the others as he came sliding towards you. You smiled at the motion, letting him wrap his arms around you as you stirred the noodles ahead of you.

“Hi,” You murmured, leaning back against him in comfort for a second to press a kiss on his lips before he disappeared right after. The beer was soon discovered, Sarah grabbing a seltzer and kissing your cheek in thanks before joining the rest of the crew on the patio.

Normally, you didn’t mind them having fun while you busied yourself with something for them. It just felt like the pressure in your chest was building and you didn’t know how to slow it down.

Opting for a cup of water in hopes that it would help, you started grabbing dishes from the cabinets. One of the glass cups slipped past your fingers, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as it shattered against the worn hardwood floor. You stepped back in shock and managed to land right on a shard of broken glass, slicing through the skin of your foot in a second.

“Shit!” Being a bit more cautious, you avoided as much glass as possible and grabbed a wet paper towel to handle your foot. Admitting defeat, you sat on the ground and tried to slow the bleeding.

“Hey, babe? Food ready?” JJ slammed the screen shut behind him as he entered the room. Eyes scanned the room for a moment before he realized you weren’t in the kitchen. “Babe?”

You winced at the harsh cut in your skin and put pressure on it. “Down here.” JJ’s face came into view seconds later, taking in the scene of you on the floor.

“Hi, hey.” He carefully avoided the glass, although his boots could withstand some damage, and made his way over to you. “Let me grab something.” He returned shortly after with a hodgepodge of supplies from John B’s cabinet in hopes that some of it would work.

You took some peroxide and gauze from him before cleaning the scrape. “Thanks, J.”

JJ busied himself with cleaning up the broken glass while you did your best to stop the bleeding. He watched you for a moment, concerned about your lack of reaction. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, refusing to look at him because you knew you were holding on by a thread. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault and you felt bad for making them think that - if they even did. Grabbing some gauze, you laid it across the scrape before wrapping your foot and taping it off as a temporary fix. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to get everyone.”

Everything seemed to move smoothly. Dinner was great, all of you laughing and joking around with some delicious food. The summer air was warm and the sound of crickets chirping was calming. You had hopes that this was just a momentary flicker of weakness and you’d be fine before bed tonight.

Sarah joined you in the kitchen to tackle cleaning dishes. “So, Y/N… are you joining Kie and I for our vacation weekend whenever life blows over?”

A question you’d heard many times before. Kie and Sarah had been joking for a while now about a getaway weekend since all the three of you did was spend time with your significant others. Of course, it was always pushed back for the chaos of your lives and would probably never happen, but it was a comforting question nonetheless.

You laughed in response, nudging her gently as soap splashed from the sink. “You know I’d be there in a heartbeat, Miss Cameron.”

“What trip?”

You turned to glance at JJ, the smile not leaving your face as you stacked the plate in the strainer. “Nothing. We’re just joking.”

JJ obviously had lost his fun mood and stared at you with an incredulous face. “You’re going on a trip out of OBX? When?”

Tossing the towel on the counter, you moved to fully face JJ. “J, I’m serious, we’re just-” You didn’t get a chance to explain before someone interrupted you.

“You’re leaving?” John B’s voice came in next, looking at his girlfriend with a goofy smile. “Do I finally get a weekend to myself?”

You shook your head aggressively, not suspecting the sudden third degree. “No, we’re not leaving and no, you don’t get a weekend to yourself. JJ, what’s going on?”

You didn’t know what had been set off in him, but this was not the same JJ that pulled you into his side five minutes ago and held you like no other. JJ aggressively ran his hands through his hair. “I just don’t understand why you’re hiding things from me.”

“Excuse me?” Your shoulders tensed at the tone of his voice, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. “I’m not hiding anything!”

JJ tossed his hand out. “First, you won’t tell me what’s wrong and now you’re jumping on vacation when we have some serious shit going on here? What the hell, Y/N.”

“JJ, nothing’s wrong! And we aren’t going right now, John B and Sarah literally just got back and we have the cross to look for.” You put your hands on your hips. “Why are you starting an argument with me over a joke? That’s so unlike you.”

“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me!” His voice rattled around you. Your friends were quick to seclude to the pullout and create their own conversation to give you space. “You’re so busy fucking taking care of everyone else that I barely see you anymore, and when I do, you barely talk to me!”

Shaking your head you didn’t break eye contact with him. You had no idea where this change of heart was coming from, but you were already on a thin sheet of ice today and knew you couldn’t argue with him all night. “JJ, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here literally-”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re not here for me. If you’re going to leave me, Y/N, just fucking do it. Rip the bandaid off. I don’t need you to linger and make it hurt worse.”

“You know what JJ… you’re right.” You folded your arms across your chest as tears burned in your eyes. You weren’t fighting over this, not with him. “You’re right. Don’t know why I even bothered. Sorry for trying.”

You left the words in the air and brushed past him, trying your best to walk on your injury. A heavy sob broke rattled through you as soon as you made it out of the Chateau. Your chest burned with pressure, unable to let enough emotions out at one time. You needed to stop doing this.

Climbing in the car, you slammed the door shut and immediately curled into yourself. You tried so hard to keep everyone happy. You did everything you could to keep your friends, your family together as much as possible. Always putting everyone first, never saying no if you could help it. Everything you did was for everyone else and it still wasn’t enough. You wouldn’t ever be enough.

Back in the Chateau, JJ knew he fucked up. When the screen door slammed shut behind you, he let out a loud groan and slammed his head against the counter. “Okay,” Kie was up in a second and pulled him away from the possibility of sharp objects. “Let’s not give yourself a concussion now.”

“I fucked up,” JJ whispered as he dropped to the floor and covered his face with his hands. “I fucked up so bad.”

Pope let out a scoff. “Really? I didn’t think so,” He answered sarcastically. “Seemed like such a loving conversation.”

JJ didn’t have the energy to glare at his friend. “I just… Dad got in my head earlier and I totally just reacted instead of talking it out.” He knew he shouldn’t have stopped at the house, but he knew even more to never listen to what his dad had to say about him.

“You don’t need to tell us,” Sarah tried to guide him as best as possible. “I’ve never seen Y/N that close to tears, in all honesty.”

JJ pulled himself off the ground and peeked out the window to see your headlights still shining across the grass. He surprisingly avoided eating shit on the rug and took off outside, scrambling to talk to you.

Your vision was blurry as you tried to blink tears from your eyes. You couldn’t even bring yourself to drive home, knowing it would be too difficult with everything going on right now. The whole argument was more dramatic than you intended for it to be, and maybe if you weren’t already upset, you would’ve just walked away instead of yelling back.

Your car door was suddenly ripped open as you flinched away in shock. JJ’s form appeared a second later, his heart dropping at the sight of you so upset. He took a moment, observing the rapid movement of your chest and your tear-stained cheeks. He could curse himself a million times over for doing this to you.

“Babe, you gotta breathe,” JJ’s voice was gentle as he moved your seat back so he could get closer. He knew the telltale signs of a panic attack a little too well.

You let your head relax against the headrest and forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was shaky, but it was enough to start calming your racing head down. When you were young, you were taught to never show weakness in front of anyone, no matter how bad it got. You hated that JJ was seeing you like this…vulnerable, weak.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tears of his own were building in his eyes. He hated to see you in any pain, but knowing he was the cause of it was even worse. He rarely ever saw you cry. “I saw my dad earlier a-and I took it out on you what he said… Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Your voice cracked as you looked away from him in an attempt to break eye-contact.

JJ’s fingers were gentle as they turned your gaze back on him. “No, it’s not. What I said in there, it’s not true. You do so much. For me, for our friends. We don’t deserve you, not one bit. You never expect a thank you, never ask for anything. I am so grateful, I’m so so lucky, to have you in my life. Don’t ever think differently, please. Even if it comes out of my own mouth. We all know I can be pretty dumb every now and then.”

“Don’t say that,” You whispered. You hated when he talked down on himself like that.

“See, proving my point. I hurt your feelings and you’re still being nice to me even if I don’t deserve it,” He countered. JJ reached over to turn your car off and took your hand to guide you out. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream and I’ll make it up to you.”

Sniffling, you climbed out with his help and let him close the door behind you before wrapping you into a hug. Another shaky breath escaped your lips as you clung to him, letting him hold you tightly until you could catch your breath and calm down fully. You were so grateful for JJ and his bubbly energy. Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with their busy lifestyle but you wouldn’t change it for the world. As long as you had your chaotic boyfriend with you at the end of the day, everything would be fine.

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genocidehim · 1 year

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Ojos así (Tuco Salamanca x dealer!Reader)

Just two idiots thinking they can be drug dealers. Domingo isn't exactly a good role model, but money is convincing enough. If it weren't for your boss, everything would be fine.

notes: one-shot, use of pronouns she/her. words: 1118

In the last five years, your life has taken so many turns that what you're experiencing doesn't even feel real. Recently, you started university, but the money you have is not enough to maintain a decent standard of living, especially when your parents are living in a very difficult economic situation.

You had started working at Tampico Furniture a year ago and were lucky enough to become close friends with Domingo Molina and his father, the owner of the furniture store. Although the salary was decent, it did not fully cover the expenses of your life. You mentioned this to Domingo one afternoon while they were having lunch together, and he mentioned that his friend knew someone who knew another person who was offering a job that paid a lot of money, something you could verify when Domingo once showed you a large stack of bills while you were eating reheated nuggets with cold rice. You could hardly believe it at that moment. However, it was not a job that could be done easily, much less something that was moral. You didn't know how a young man like Domingo could be involved in a drug distribution network. Was it necessary to question that? It was the least expected thing you would learn about him, but even if it was problematic, your morals were capable of turning a blind eye and even contributing to it if it meant being able to have a higher extra income to cover your needs. This is how you ended up caught up in this shit as a small drug dealer, a role you could play with discretion because your "good girl" profile didn't raise suspicions. The police wouldn't be able to keep an eye on you when you looked like a little puppy about to run away with its tail between its legs all the time, or at least that's what you tried to convey and you were doing a good job of it. Domingo and you were good at your job, and you even received a compliment from your boss Nacho once, a tough-looking guy with broad shoulders who didn't seem opposed to the idea of having a woman selling his merchandise.

Although Domingo usually took care of delivering the money to your boss, that day he had asked you to accompany him. You didn't understand why until you met him at that Mexican restaurant.

Domingo and you were sitting at one end of the cold plastic table, while on the other side were Nacho and a slightly stockier man with a killer gaze who didn't take his eyes off them as soon as they entered the place.

It was a ridiculous situation in the eyes of this man, watching two kids come in through the tinkling door while wearing the same uniform with a horrible green color and the most pathetic looks of fear he had ever seen. Tuco, that was the name Nacho revealed to you when they introduced themselves before sitting down. The man remained silent throughout the whole ordeal while Domingo trembled as he took the money with his shaking hands and placed it on the table for the two of them to count. You could see how Tuco was the first to count the money, observing how his large hands carefully sorted through the bills while his dark gaze lingered on the money, Domingo, and you. He took longer pauses to look directly into your eyes without a clear intention.

In the face of his hard gaze, Tuco only saw two trembling children seeking comfort in Nacho, who seemed totally indifferent and only concerned himself with rolling up the money to put it away. He also noticed how Tuco seemed somewhat more curious than usual, with a less accusatory and more curious look.

Genuinely, he was somewhat surprised. When Nacho told him that there was a girl working for them, he laughed with contempt and imagined that she would be another junkie in need of money who would sell anything to get some fix. But seeing you there, timid and trembling, made something twist inside of him. At the end of the day, he was just a man and he could admit that he found you somewhat attractive. The first thing he noticed was your fresh perfume scent. Had you dressed up to see them? It was a tender gesture, even with that horrible uniform, he could tell that you were attractive to the eye. And your eyes.

That was the first thing he tried to decipher when you sat right in front of him. Your small eyes looked at him with terror and he found it fascinating. He normally didn't scare girls, or at least not "his girls" who looked at him with desire and a certain playfulness.

And then there was you, with your nervous gaze that shifted between Nacho, Domingo, and him.

Tuco began to feel uncomfortable when an idea formed in his head, and that was that he wanted you to look at him with more attention, to leave the man beside you and only have eyes for him. Only for him.

"Tuco" Nacho's demanding voice snapped him out of his mental trance.

Although he continued to maintain his gaze on you, you could tell how his shoulders relaxed and his back leaned back. Hoping that this intense gaze exchange would end before you fell apart from nerves.

The whole situation felt dangerous from your point of view, well, from everyone's point of view except Tuco's.

For some reason, you were filled with true terror that paralyzed you and made you swallow hard until Nacho decided to end your torture.

"Okay... Go."

It was the first time you heard Tuco's voice and you almost trembled. It was ridiculous how much power he had over you without even trying. When you received approval, you and Domingo sighed in relief and said polite goodbyes, almost as if you were twin siblings acting in sync. Very ridiculous.

"See you next week, Tuco" Domingo said in a more confident tone accompanied by a nervous smile, which you decided to imitate.

"Nacho" you said your superior's name as a farewell and last words before following Domingo out with a forced nervous smile, which Tuco would notice instantly.

He allowed himself to be bold and watched you walk away, confirming his theory that the horrible uniform looked better on you. He even found it adorable how your voice trembled when you said the other guy's name, something he would regret because he wished to hear his name coming out of your lips, and now this became personal.

Domingo was just happy not to be the intimidated one this week.

This will probably become a series of Tuco x dealer!Reader one-shots because I have fallen in love with this dynamic aaaaaaa

#better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #bcs x reader #tuco salamanca #tuco salamanca x reader #tuco salamanca fanfic #krazy 8 #nacho varga #dealer!Reader

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uwldcry2 · 10 months

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Miles Morales 42 x black!reader

Warning: slight profanity, use of the n word (I’m black), underage alcohol consumption (drink responsibly<3), not edited

I pulled on the door handle a little flustered, to my surprise it didn’t budge. Letting out an exasperated chuckle, I tried again. No dice. I made make-shift binoculars with my hands and peered through the window. The place was dormant. I looked up and the fluorescent sign flickering “Gladys’ Hair Salon” seemed to mock me.

I can’t believe I took two trains, through three boroughs, and a bus to Harlem just for her to not be here. I tugged my phone out of my sling and dialed the memorized number. It rang twice and she picked up before the third.

“Hola (y/n), Cómo tú ‘tá?” Gladys’ thick voice rang through the receiver. “Tía, I’m doing fine. I had an appointment with you this morning. Dónde estás?” I groaned and shifted my weight as a biker sped past.

“Eh? Oh! Lo siento, mi amor. I’m back home. Mi hija had her baby early! Soy una abuelit…” she rambled on in her excitement and I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to her talk about how she’d flown back to Santo Domingo and reconnected with her childhood friends. I had almost forgotten that I was standing in the middle of Washington heights with sopping wet hair under a shower cap. That was until, “…anyway Nena, I won’t be back for another three weeks. I completely forgot to tell tu madre cuando vino el miércoles. When I get back, I’ll do your roller set on the house.” She sighed out, even this mishap couldn’t waiver her contentment.

“Gracias tía, congratulations and be safe. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” I stated accepting fate. I was still pissed I wasted 5.50 in bus fare to get here but I could never be mad at Gladys. A woman in her early 60s deserved to enjoy her grand babies. Such is life.

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After a train delay and regular Brooklyn traffic, I made it back to my apartment around 11:00am. Exhausted with the whole day ahead of me. On the bus, I decided to make the best out of it. Mama’s schedule is packed. So I can ask Mrs. Morales across the hall if she’s free.

I wanted to ask mom for tía Rio’s number but she’s been on rotation at the hospital for since 6:30pm yesterday and wouldn’t be free until 5:00 this afternoon.

Slinging the front door open, I cross the hall of the complex gingerly and rap my knuckles on the door, waiting for an answer. The door opens a moment later, Mrs. Morales is standing in the frame in pajama pants and a tank top. “Hola Tía Rio, can you set my hair? Señora Gladys was supposed to do it but her granddaughter came early.” I rattled off. She chuckled warmly, “Ofcourse, muñeca. You’re lucky though, this is the first weekend I’ve had off in two months,” she turned walking into the house, leaving the door open. I took this as her inviting me in. I shut the front door and followed her to the kitchen where she’d already pulled out another mug to make me a cup of coffee. “It’s like they kinda programmed us. Your mom and I, because I woke up this morning at 3 and I’ve been up bored ever since. So yes nena, I’d say you’re lucky.” Lucky indeed.

“Go grab the rollers and rat tail out of my bathroom while I grab the moose and hair dryer from Miles’ room.” I followed her orders swiftly and before I knew it, we were enjoying coffee and watching telenovelas, stationed in the living room.

It’s been forever since I’ve spent time with Tía Rio. Her and Tío Jeff went to elementary with my mom and dad and they’ve all been really close ever since. Most life plans they had, they experienced together. Two years after Rio and Jeff had their boy. Mom and dad had their girl. They planned for their kids to grow up as best friends and that’s real sweet and all but not realistic. I’ve tried bonding with Miles since kindergarten but he always kinda shooed me away like the annoying little sibling. Only bringing me to hang out with him and his friends because his mom and dad made him. You could say he viewed me as a chore. It’s said the opposite of love is hate but Miles’ indifference to my existence proves that philosopher wrong. He transferred to Visions at the end of his 8th grade year. That summer, I won the lottery that dad’s colleague at the firm told him about. In the fall, I started at Calhoun, in the upper west side of Manhattan. And soon after, the only connection between miles and I was an apartment corridor.

“So, what are your plans for after graduation? Your mom dropped off our tickets yesterday.” Rio questioned as she busied her fingers detangling the mass of hair at my crown. “I committed to UPenn, ya know, close enough to avoid being homesick, far enough to be independent.” I rambled off the same spiel I had been telling all my elders for the past month. “You know tu padre hace un viaje a Philly todas las semanas,” She joked, “he used to be waiting in your mother’s dorm when she would come home from class— speaking of which, are you seeing anyone? Eh?” Rio flipped topics like a light switch.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I hadn’t really made any friends in my six years at Cal. My friends in Brooklyn Middle School grew up and we grew apart. I guess I can be a little overwhelming. Mom calls me intense. Dad says I’m zealous. I just have never been that good at making friends.

“Nah Tía, I’ve been too focused on school.” I mumbled out. She might have sensed my unease because she thankfully switched the topic again. “Miles is enjoying uni. I’m really happy for him, it took him a while to get adjusted to Visions. I thought it’d be the same for college. You’re a bright girl, I know you’ll do great.” She hummed out as she pinned the roller to my scalp. I hummed in appreciated. I found comfort in her talking about Miles’ experience in school. “Does he visit you guys a lot?” I inquired. “Girl, he’s here every damn weekend. I shoulda sent him outta state. A borough isn’t far enough” Rio offered in faux annoyance.

“He eats all my food, and sleeps all day.” Another roller is pinned down. “Tù tío says he’s a growing boy. He’s about to be a growing boy at the job fair.” She finished up my crown in record speed.

I laughed at her annoyance as the topic of discussion stumbled into the room rubbing his eye and yawning.

“The dead has arisen.” Rio narrated with a side eye, sucking her teeth.

“Hey Miles, good to see ya.” I let out in a laugh.

“Wassup, (y/n).” He called, shuffling into the kitchen.

“Lo-look at this. I tell you come como un cerdo.” She gossiped under her breath, tapping my shoulder and I chuckled again.

“te escucho mamá” he bellowed lamely from the cabinet.

“Then get out my damn pantries, Gonzalo!” Rio yelled back.

I would have keeled over in laughter if Rio didn’t have the hair at the nape of my neck in her grip. I settled on giggling behind my hand.

Miles filed in and dropped dead weight on the couch before he picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. Before he could get to the third channel, a slipper wizzed past my head and clipped the side of miles’. “Change it back before I embarrass you.” The telenovelas resumed. We sat in comfy silence for about 20 more minutes. The right side of my head was done.

“Miles, nena here, hasn’t been on a date. You should set her up with one of your friends.” Rio thought aloud, combing through the next section.

“No, mami. Mal contigo?” “What? Tía, no.” Miles and I stated at the same time, craning our necks to look at her.

“Come on. This could be an opportunity for nena to make friends before she goes to school.” Rio suggested.

“The only things a junior would wanna do wit a freshman in college is—” Rio shot miles a look and his mouth clamped closed. “I’m just saying, (y/n) won’t be any different. She’ll be fresh meat.” Miles finished off his statement by kicking up his feet and reclining on the couch.

The silence wasn’t comfy for me anymore. “Hm, well then you can’t go to that frat party if you don’t take her.” Rio said, matter of factly.

“Mamá, I’m grown.” Miles dismissed, watching tv. “Not grown enough to miss Uncle Aaron’s internship at the museum.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t test my gangsta cause he really don’t like you right now after you tagged that investor’s car trynna be Basquiat.” She said with finality, spraying my hair with a sheen before stretching a doobie around the expanse of my head.

“The kick back is tomorrow night, I’ll slide around 10:30. Be ready or you gettin’ left.” Miles mumbled from the couch as I walked toward the door. I let out a soft “copy.” And kissed Rio goodbye before I strolled back across the hall.

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“Bro, go change or imma smack you.” Miles said when he looked up from his seat on my living room couch. “You buggin’, it’s hot as hell outside, I’m not putting on pants for nobody.” I snapped back. His attitude yesterday morning kinda rubbed me the wrong way. We don’t have to be friends but you don’t have to be mean.

“That skirt is dead short. Go change or it’s clips.”miles said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world as he pulled out his phone checked the weather. The outfit was cute. Haters gone hate.

As if on cue, Rio and my mom walked through the door from their night out. “Ay que bonita” they gushed, definitely intoxicated. “Gracias, tell miles that it’s a cute outfit to wear out.” I said childishly with a laugh. “You always give her a hard time, mijo. Let her have fun.” Rio said making her way to the wine cellar.

“Let’s go.” Miles grumbled and I shuffled out the door after him.

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Walking up the street the the frat house, miles pulled me off to the side before I could get to the cobble stone driveway. “Escucha aquí, don’t come in here acting an ass.” He tugged the hem of my skirt down to try covering me up more as he gave me the run down. “You’re 18, these niggas are weird. Don’t be fast. Bat your lashes, get a drink. Find a corner and chill yo ass out.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a stank look. “It’s not my first party. I know how to act.” I let out indignantly, slapping at his hand. “Yeah, that’s why you got so many friends now.” He said sarcastically, walking past me. That stung. I sulked up the path behind him with a stone face. He knocked on the door. A tall brown skin dude in a baseball cap opened the door. The stench of weed seeped out of the house. Miles dapped him up and the dude introduced himself as Sean. He was cute but offered to show me around and miles interjected, “she straight, G.” We made our way through the function to the kitchen where the drinks were. Too many people. This shit didn’t even look fun. Miles made my drink and dipped. Unconsciously, I followed his directives and found a corner to sit and observe everybody else. I wasn’t even sitting for a full minute when a lanky ass white boy approached me calling himself trynna spit game.

Miles-

This is dumb as hell. I can’t even enjoy the party cause I gotta babysit. Been babysitting this girl for 12 years man. You’d think my parents would give it up but I can’t catch a break. I thought I could escape it by transferring. It’s one of the only things that I looked forward to when I started at visions. But here I am. A grown ass man. Babysitting.

Keeping an eye on her from the indoor balcony overlooking the entry way to the house, in record time, dudes swarmed her like roaches. Thirsty. Over the course of an hour and a half she:

Dissed the white boy.

Entertained the light-skinned dude.

Flirted with the athlete.

Exchanged numbers with the frat president.

Wash, rinse, you get the gist.

Can’t lie, she makes good work. It’s good that she knows what she likes. Respect.

She made her way back into the kitchen and I made my way to the kitchen entrance, watching her make her drink. A dude bumped into her and she spilled the liquor down her front. She gasped and turned around. “My bad ma, I got a change of clothes, follow me.” The shooting guard said suavely. He grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs. “Nah, I’m cool. Imma head out.” She stood firm. I made my way behind her. “Wassup” I nodded at the dude and locked eyes with her. “You good?” I asked putting my hand on her shoulder, placing myself between them. “Yeah, she spilled her drink, imma help her clean up real quick.” He answered for her like he had no ulterior motives. “Nah, we ‘bout to dip. Thanks though,” I said grabbing the hand the basketball player was holding. “Be cool, Brody.” I said over my shoulder and we headed toward the front door. (Y/n) was quiet in the taxi we took home.

“Was your first college party all you dreamed of?” I joked as we entered the apartment building. “Please don’t act like you care,” she sighed as we got to the stairwell. “Nigga I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care. Answer me.” I said with a short temper.

“Listen, I’m leaving in two months and I won’t be in your hair anymore. So if you could just be cordial, that’d be great.” She said tiredly as we got to our floor. I grabbed her hand, “Que estas mal?”

“I don’t know what I ever did you miles but you won’t have to worry about me much longer.” She said slipping her hand out of mine. My chest kinda tightened.

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A/N: I don’t feel like writing anymore rn. I’ll probably finish later today.

P.s.: this is my first piece…like ever and it’s spur of the moment.

Also I took one Spanish class in like 5th grade…all the Spanish I know is from my mom.

Also, it’s weird creating an au of an au but yeah Jeff and uncle Aaron are alive in my version of earth 42<3

Also I’m black. So, yeah nigga.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales 42 #miles morales earth 42

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lowkeyrobin · 29 days

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Platonic Ghostbusters x social media manager! Reader?

oooo hell yeah!! ; thanks for requesting and I hope u enjoy :)

GHOSTBUSTERS ; social media manager

summary ; you run the official ghostbusters social media platforms

warnings ; language

word count ; 746

masterlist

Podcast wanted to run the official Ghostbuster social media's but was quickly turned down at that. They needed someone who could actually be on top of that kind of stuff and whatnot. So, Stanz made a deal with Podcast that they'd get a social media manager, and he could act as their teammate with that, basically. Giving them ideas, giving them video clips and extra details, etcetera.

Most of the others didn't see a real reason for a social media manager, but as long as it wasn't their money.

Trevor offered to just do everything himself, but that was obviously turned down as well. The teens all agreed not to let the adults run the account either. They didn't need millennial - Gen X / Boomer humor flooding the whole account and making them look bad.

And that's where you came in.

surprisingly, Pheobe was the one to find you. she's seriously the most chronically offline person ever so the fact she ever opened Instagram was a miracle in itself

lots of talking back and forth and meeting the original four three ghostbusters to get input, then meeting callie & garry and the teenagers

you actually figured out that you used to be friends with Lucky as well, damn

you had managed social media accounts before, but you'd recently quit a few of those because of labor laws being broken so, yknow

you quickly formed a bond with Lucky, Trevor, and Podcast. you were kind of close in age to all three of them and they were all invested in the public image for the brand

setting the Instagram up was genuinely the funnest thing ever

the four of you were chilling in the living room in the firehouse (since sleepover stuff, pheobe was in her room reading) and you had your laptop in your lap and the three of them over your shoulders

the amount of laughing and cackling got some scolding from callie upstairs

it took everything out of you to not make the first post a video of trevor being soaked in Slimer's slime (which had been recorded by Lucky just by coincidence as they were investigating the attic again)

the first three posts, which were pinned, all lined up to be like a banner kind of logo with the theme song in the back, and they all played the same video, clips of the og ghostbusters and how they grew and then the new ghostbusters

the tiktok is its own thing, you allowed trev, lucky, podcast (and pheobe) to run it, but everything had to be ran by you first because pr shit

but thankfully no boomer humor or slang is ever being put on those accounts

most of those people don't even know wtf the internet is anyways lol

stanz has a personal vendetta against you /hj after you posted a .5 of him for relatable promo. he had no idea what you were doing but it was criminal that you made his forehead look so much more bigger than it already was

Winston gives you a bunch of old pics to post to trending angst sounds as well LOL

let's not talk about that tiktok where you, lucky, and trevor dance to/remake submissive and breedable by smosh ft bbno$, okay?

^podcast and pheobe were behind the camera cackling the whole time

lots of random pic posts on the insta as well because why not (most of them are the teens looking awkward, callie, gary & lars trying to look like cool scientists, or venkman, stanz, zeddemore & melnitz being classic, sassy old people)

the socials are never professional whatsoever, it's fun but it's not heavily controversial or obvious that you're there as a pr manager basically or just to manage the socials

like man they don't have the time to look at all the comments, take all the advice, reply to fans, etc

I mean that wage ain't that bad either LMAO

trevor is always bitching about how you make more money than he does /lh

you're not just a representative to them, you're actually family. you're just cool like that

"bro y/n is such a mc I hate them" and you'll reply on your personal w a "says you, reality shifter" or smthn LMAO idfk

always reposting ghostbuster edits / fanart etc because fandom culture 🙏

also I can't get over the fact the ghostbuster theme song is canon now either. yk damn well that shit is plastered everywhere thanks to you 💀

"do the ghostbusters respond??" "stanz said he loves your dog" "HELP HSEIJDLAKE"

10/10 experience

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters #trevor spengler x reader #pheobe spengler x reader #trevor spengler #pheobe spengler #podcast x reader #lucky domingo x reader #lucky domingo #podcast #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #gn!reader

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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ghostbusters oneshots

TREVOR SPENGLER

you make loving fun

ice cubes

dating hcs

lost soul

cover artist

hostile ghost exposure therapy

medium

impression

vehicular manslaughter

PHOEBE SPENGLER

dating hcs

spotify

PODCAST

skepticism

LUCKY DOMINGO

none here yet!

DUOS/TRIOS/GROUPS

spengler siblings ; stepsiblings era

ghostbusters ; social media manager

#ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters #trevor spengler x reader #phoebe spengler x reader #lucky domingo x reader #podcast x reader

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lowkeyrobin · 9 days

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hii! what the ghostbusters love languages are, preference thing please?

ooo sure! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy :)

GHOSTBUSTERS ; love languages

includes ; trevor, phoebe, podcast, and lucky

warnings ; language

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TREVOR

either quality time or physical touch

he's not the greatest with his words

he just likes spending time with you and soaking in your presence

you're literally the only person who can make him shut up

he gives little spoon vibes...

he just likes spending time with you in any way possible, especially if ur cuddling or just holding hands

it makes him forget about everything bad in his life and shit

like if it's just playing video games, soaking in each other's presence or even ghostbusting, he'll find a way to make it quality time with you

"we're literally just working, trev"

"Yeah, but like, I love you! and I love spending time with you and stuff, like..."

PHOEBE

acts of service

she'll do anything and everything to make you happy

like from simple things to getting you another glass of water or to cleaning your room for you when you're struggling

she doesn't even like cleaning but if it's for/with you, sign her up

she'll happily do anything for you, you don't even have to ask

she's just one of those people who feels like an act of something solidifies her love, no matter how much you tell her that you know she loves you lol

PODCAST

quality time

like trevor, being with you makes him forget about any stress or worry in his life

one of his favorite things with anyone is just spending time with them, so obviously that rubs off 10x as much with you iykwim

LUCKY

you got him an actual video camera for his birthday and he uses it religiously to just film his loved ones

75% of them are just you 💀

he can just soak in your presence so easily and so happily, like just being around you makes him giddy

"whatre you doing, pod?"

"just taking a picture of you"

"why?"

"cause"

words of affirmation

your personal hype-woman

whether it's soft reassurance to hyping you up about something, she's the one in charge of it

you need some confidence? bam! she's there

you need a little help with yourself? boom! she's there lmfao

always reassuring how much she cares about you and how much she loves you

"I love you I love you I love you!!!"

"I love you too!!!!"

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters oneshot #ghostbusters preferences #trevor spengler x reader #lucky domingo x reader #phoebe spengler x reader #podcast x reader #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader

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we’ll never get to heaven || lee felix

» summary: when the threat level in pacifica was raised to catastrophic you didn’t feel afraid. in fact, there was a thrill in feeling like rules didn’t apply to you as you and felix lived carefree and naive. you’d get away with anything in the shadows and no one would say anything. unfortunately, everyone else was free to do the same, and you witness the one thing that shatters your already weak heart.

» pairing: lee felix x reader

» rating: 16+ technically but minors please do not interact with this work

» genre: childhood best friends turned lovers, dystopian, science fiction, established relationship, angst

» warnings: character death, mild violence (more implied than seen), blood, black market purchases, betrayal, gangs, unhappy ending, organ harvesting (mentioned), murder, illegal videos of real memories

» words: 8,965

» a/n: so... i rewrote felix’s part. a lot of the beginning is similar but it goes a completely different route halfway through so... yeah... but i’m way happier with this and that’s what’s important. please bare in mind that the romance is more limited in some stories than others, but that it can still be found plenty throughout (ya’ll should see han’s fr)...

series masterlist || terminology guide

There’s a loud shattering sound that breaks the sky in two with a stripe of lightning when you’re reminded that it’s your birthday. The rain hit your window with force enough to make you wince, crossing your arms as you watch the world outside. It’s an ugly view, but at least it’s something. The city you live in may look pleasing from afar, but voted the worst place to live just recently, you supposed that wasn’t something to brag about.

Your window overlooked the end of your district, bleeding out into the area that was known as Santa Domingo. It was a place to be avoided, but so was Pacifica. Both undesirable, and both ridden with crime. It was never safe to be outside. In fact, the word safety was a utopian dream. Anywhere could be dangerous. But you were so used to it that you didn’t mind.

In a way, maybe birthday’s should be more celebrated than they’d once been, for surviving even a year could be considered a lucky feat. Especially if you weren’t one of the few that had endless eddies to spend on security and gated communities, or even a few hundred to replace a mangled arm with something metallic in its place.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Felix puts the bag of groceries down on your kitchen counter, removing his hood to reveal the blond strands of hair, messily sat on his head with loose strands sticking to his forehead. He was drenched and cold, but still made his way over to you before he did anything else.

“You think it ever snows in Night City?”

He ponders the question, chewing on his lower lip out of habit, enough that you can always feel the roughness of his lips as a result when you kiss. It doesn’t bother you as much anymore, for now you associate that feeling purely with him.

His chin falls to your shoulder as he looks at the terrible view. If he looked far enough ahead, he could see the towering buildings that made up the city centre, a stark contrast to the rundown streets beneath him, “you hear, Minho found a kid with his lungs cut out.”

“What?! When?”

“Couple hours ago. Scavengers, he guesses,” you sigh, leaning back into your best friend's chest as his arms go around you. His cold temperature makes you shiver, but you decide to bear it for now to feel his presence.

You’d always wanted Felix close. He’d been a constant in your life, ever since you were little. And with time, your friendship had solidified itself to a near need. You needed him close to you to feel like you were okay. When it eventually progressed to something more, it felt so natural that you never once questioned wether or not it was the right decision.

“We can’t stay here,” you mumble, and as if on cue to reel your point in, a blood curdling scream sounds from outside, and you look down just to see a man sink to the concrete ground with blood pooling around him, a man with a knife above him as passerby's simply walk on.

It’s too normal.

“I know. Minho’s helping me. You know that,” you sigh, for whilst you trusted Minho and knew Felix was in safer hands with him than around you, it still made you uneasy.

Minho was a friend you’d only made a few months ago. A man who radiated an unknown mystery and danger that came with eyes so cold and skin so pale that no blood could course through his veins. Though he was incredibly charming and skilled when it came to self defence.

In Night City, that meant more than money sometimes.

He always came hand in hand with a girl you never knew the name of. A trained assassin, that you knew, but that was about all you could say about her. She was secretive, not by choice though, she said, but rather as a result of what she did. You supposed that made sense, but you weren’t quite sure how to feel about befriending two highly skilled killers. Or, one skilled killer and a man so charming that he could work his way out of anything.

And with the odd jobs that you knew Minho did, he’d been able to upgrade his body to near superhuman abilities. His lower right arm was replaced with metal screws and wiring within that could release a blade and have someone wounded deep before they knew he was there to attack, and his legs were both replaced with tech that replicated the paws of a lynx.

It made his approach more difficult to make out. Scaring people by appearing behind them was easy, for hearing him in the first place had been made impossible with his gear. He’d had it done at a Ripperdoc in Watson, but you had no idea where.

Minho was unpredictable, so even with being his friend, trusting him never quite came easily. He was always up to something, and he was good at remaining undetected as a threat. You’d seen it firsthand, how he’d had someone fooled before revealing his true intentions. He could be scary, just as he could be sweet.

You guessed your fear lay in wondering what his intentions were. To you, Minho perfectly represented a person who always looked at what they could gain themselves in any situation. He didn’t work for free, nor did he work if it wasn’t to his benefit.

You’re reminded yet again of everything Felix sacrifices for you. Whilst gangs and scavengers were a threat to your safety, it should’ve been your issue to deal with. Instead, Felix hadn’t hesitated once on where his hard earned money would be going, letting it fall right into Minho’s lap in exchange for ways to get you a better life. To him, it didn’t matter the cost, as long as the end result was you in a secure environment, away from the very world he ran to with open arms.

He wished a better life for you, but never once thought of what it meant for him.

“I’ll get you into Westbrook. You’ll see,” you shake your head, turning around to face him with a smile you try to hide though it fails miserably. He sees it too, poking your cheek with a grin, “beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you shove him, though the amusement on your face is clear. Westbrook was a dream not many reached. Gated communities and rich people with more money to spend than they could keep track of. They could replace their whole body with cyberware and hire the best security guards around from Arasaka industries and it wouldn’t cause a dent in their pocket.

You envied them and their easy life.

“You don’t need to go that far. Heywood would already be an improvement,” at least a minor improvement. Heywood wasn’t that attractive either, though slightly less threatening than Pacifica, it had a high gang presence and rather ruined roads.

“Westbrook. Anyway, I’ll be in the shower,” Felix pushes your hair to one side, leaving a light kiss on your neck before he disappears, and you wonder for a while if you should join him.

Ultimately, staring at the depressing view and miserable weather loses against the blond. He turns to you when you enter, not saying anything at first as you undress. He knew you would join anyway. The man in front of you knows you better than you’d ever care to think.

“Quit frowning,” he teases, arms going back around you as if instinctively trying to bring you close. Your body responds easily, arms going around his neck, “I don’t like to see you frown.”

“I know. It’s a habit,” he rolls his eyes, completely unbothered as he leans to kiss you. You feel at peace in moments like this, and you hold on to them to remember in moments where the peace is irreversibly broken.

“Anything new from Minho’s girlfriend?”

It was funny, that you actually didn’t know her well. Not only was she Minho’s other half (aside never exclusively stating it), but she’d been in Felix’s life since early childhood just as you had been. Over time, she’d erased her identity and herself, making her presence only known with the reminder that her lips were always stained an intense red colour. Felix might’ve known her name, but he was respectful enough towards her to never tell you. It bothered you at first, though now you’d made your peace with it.

You knew she was involved in Felix’s attempts to get himself and you a better life, but why she was, you didn’t know. If maybe she felt indebted to him for a reason that you were never told, or if there was something else, but you definitely didn’t believe she was doing it just to be nice. Like Minho, she worked under the notion that she was to gain something from it.

She was a killer and a good one at that. You couldn’t picture her doing anyone any favours, no matter how much they meant to her.

“She’s been getting closer with Minho. Like… very close,” Felix holds you by your hips, kissing you again under the warm streams of water, “like… you and I close.”

“I didn’t think Minho would ever let someone near him, but I’ve seen it coming.”

“I still don’t think he does. I like him but… there’s something very broken in him,” it’s a joke, but it’s also a painful reminder that most people within this city are mentally at their wits end. Minho was a very handsome man with sharp and symmetrical features, but you could see how tired he was. Nothing could hide it, not even a pretty face.

“Does that not ever scare you?”

“What?”

“Minho… would he ever try to save any of you? Why is he even helping us?” Felix sighs. You’ve had this conversation before. He’s fairly certain you’d had it just two days ago over dinner. He knew you didn’t mind his friend, but you were wary of him, and sometimes that same wariness just made him so incredibly tired.

“I promised him a decent amount if he does,” your best friend turns off the shower, stepping out and leaving you there while he wraps a towel around his waist, “a lot of people can be bought with enough eddies.”

“Anyone can be bought with eddies,” you follow him, grabbing your bathrobe that hangs on the hook on the wall, trailing after him into the living room where he grabs a pack of cigarettes, wandering out onto the balcony where the rain is still strong, but the air is surprisingly warm and leaves you both unbothered.

“So, what’s the problem? I promise him something and in turn he gives me what I want,” Felix lights a cigarette, leaning against the railing as he watches the dirty streets below. The body of the man who was killed not very long ago before your eyes is gone, discarded, but the stains of blood remain just visible enough to know that someone died there.

You lean against your friends bare back, arms going around his waist, “my problem is, who’s to say someone won’t buy his loyalty to you?”

“There’s never a guarantee,” and you know there isn’t. The whole world is a nightmare, and you’re just lucky to wake up and still be breathing. You turn around, briefly stepping inside to turn on the TV before coming back to him.

You do this every night, and Felix has told you many times that it’s unhealthy, but keeping up with the death toll somehow keeps you more grounded and alert, and also makes your need for survival grow.

“Welcome to Night City,” you hate that voice. It’s the same damn reporter every time, one that you aren’t sure is completely cybernetics or human, but you listen to him anyway.

“Today’s body count report lies at fifteen. A slight improvement from yesterday, but an increase since last week-” you drone it out once the number is ingrained in your mind, nudging Felix to the side slightly to light your own cigarette.

“In similar news, the threat level in Pacifica has been raised to catastrophic. City authorities are absent and the Voodoo-”

“You hear that?” It’s the first time you smile at Felix today, and he knows your very intent as soon as you look at him, “we can do whatever we want.”

“So can everyone else,” and it’s not like you don’t see it. There’s a cut up body, freshly wounded, at the end of the street with his organs removed, and on the opposite end there’s a woman who’s desperately selling her body to keep herself alive, even if it risks death, and it works.

All of it works in cohesion, and no one blinks an eye in a neighbourhood like this.

“Rules don’t apply, Felix” and he knows it. It’s so very tempting to him, calling out his name as the world may be cruel but equally brilliant in the ability to allow you both to do as you want. He loves not having to follow a moral code, to do what he wants like he’s a child who was never told no, and he enjoys it even more with you.

“Alright, what are we doing tonight?”

Running through the streets with three strangers chasing after you with an intent to kill may be enough to scare anyone indoors and keep them isolated for the rest of their life, but to you it’s thrilling.

You love rushing down the streets, carefree, with only your gun at your waist and your knife bound to your thigh to ensure your survival. Unlike Minho, you have no tech installed to your body, and so you relied purely on human strength. In a way, you preferred it, but you knew that if you were to keep gambling your life away, you may need to invest in something more than human.

Maybe a better set of lungs to run, for starters.

Lucky for you, you weren’t weak, and you knew how to climb fast enough for people to lose sight of you.

“This way!” Felix pulls you onto a main road, causing a driver to abruptly hit the breaks and stop. One look at Felix and he’s already a step ahead, opening the driver's side door for you, and he’s thrown the person out without a second thought before you jump in, pressing down on the gas as you speed away with Felix in the passenger's seat.

“Left! Turn left!” he’s laughing, his whole body moving to one side as you sharply turn a corner. You’re left with a view of the coast to your right, and the blond opens the window to stretch his arm out, the breeze hitting his skin. Felix looks happy.

It’s things like this that you’ll never forget. The risks become worth it when he smiles like nothing is bothering him, like the world has never done a single thing wrong to him. It’s moments like this that you realise how you’re completely in love with your best friend, but you’d spend the next hour denying it until the cycle repeated.

“Wanna drive into the center?”

“At this hour?” he asks, but he’s instantly leaning over and steering to the left again, for you to turn in a sharp u and head back in the direction you came from, except now with the intention of going straight on, “let’s go. I wanna get dinner.”

You hold yourself far better to the rules of the road the deeper you get inside the city, but parking is never something you’d been very good at. You’d driven just slightly north of the center, now in Watson, and since the threat level is not far below yours in Pacifica, you simply discard the car on the road and walk off.

It wasn’t yours anyway. Someone else may as well take it for a drive if they needed it.

In Little China, the food is endless, and the streets are busy even at this late hour. In a way, it feels safer in the crowds, amongst people even though every last one of them could kill you. You sit with Felix in the middle of the streets by a vendor, digging into some spicy chicken and rice, looking at your surroundings.

Watson was incredibly industrial, and you don’t think you like it better than home.

“I want to ask you something,” you nod, awaiting the question your friend wants to ask you, “if I told you I loved you, what would you say?”

It’s a loaded question, one you’d only thought of in brief passing. You love Felix more than anything. He was your world and you were his, yet neither of you had ever actually told the other that. It’s like it went unsaid, the way you both felt in favour of keeping each other at a distance. Losing a friend was one thing. Losing the one you were irreversibly in love with when they knew it too, was something completely different.

You realise quickly that the reason you never let yourself love Felix as anything more than a friend was because it would hurt so much more to lose him if you ever did.

“I’d say to you, Lee Felix, how could you be such an idiot?” Felix laughs, nodding as he has a sip of his drink. He doesn’t take it personally. If anything, he takes it as a form of acceptance. That maybe he can love you more as long as he never actually says it.

In a way, it’s tragic and bittersweet, to be able to love someone so much but never having it accepted as truth.

“Well, happy birthday, by the way,” you go to respond in gratitude, but his phone rings and he takes it out of his pocket, looking at a rather vague message from Minho. It makes him frown, and he wonders what it’s meant to mean, “what is it?”

“7th hell…” a pause, and he looks at you confused, “the hell does that mean?”

“It’s a club downtown. Never been though.”

“Should we go?” it’s the way he hesitates that has you second guessing. Neither of you usually care about being safe, but that lies in the fact that most places aren’t guaranteed safe anyway. However, this place was entirely unknown to both of you, and going in knowing none of the variables didn’t quite seem worth the risk.

“Let me finish my food at least,” your agreement calms him down, and he waits for you with no intention of rushing you. He’s staring at the message, “maybe Minho has something for me.”

“Well, let’s find out,” you stand up, holding your hand out to him, and he takes it as you pull him along the main streets that you know.

It’s quite a walk. You and Felix even have to cross a bridge to get there, ignoring whoever is getting beaten up on the other side of the road in favour of watching the water, “it’s pretty.”

It’s not often you compliment Night City, for most of it wasn’t beautiful at all. But sometimes, like in instances such as this, with ads holographically lighting up the sky above high buildings and the water at peace, it felt deserved, “yeah it is.”

Walking across the bridge feels rather freeing, and briefly you wish to walk along the edge of the railing, to feel like you’re floating with no consequences even if you could fall into deep waters below. There was a risk in everything, so you ultimately decide to take it and jump up on the ledge.

“Here,” Felix holds his hand out to you, and you let him hold you as a grip towards safety in case you fall. He’s anchoring you, holding you down just in case you misstep, but you never do, eventually reaching the end of the bridge to jump down onto the sidewalk.

It takes a while, and maybe you should’ve opted for public transport, but eventually you’re outside the nightclub. There’s a line of people still waiting to get inside, and now you begin to wonder who or what the hell you’re even looking for.

“You think we have to go in?”

“I mean… maybe?” but you hope not. You see the amount of money handed over to the bouncers by the people let in, and you’re quick to guess it’s in the hundreds. Neither of you had that type of money right now, if ever.

“Message him. Ask what we’re looking for,” Felix doesn’t think twice, letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket, typing away whilst you have a look around. Maybe it’s a bad habit, but the blond nearly expected you to wander off as soon as he was preoccupied. It’s so common that he doesn’t think to look up and wonder where you went.

There’s a multitude of high rise buildings and narrow alleyways that are enveloped in darkness, but what catches your attention the most is the narrow bridge above the road for pedestrians to walk on. Deciding you’re curious enough to see where it leads, you take the stairs up and are met with a flickering light and multiple directions to take. It’s creepy, even to you who’s used to less luxurious paths to walk, but you decide to turn right and walk in deeper. There’s an open space over the railing where you walk, a hologram making the cars distort when they drive past.

You feel completely isolated, a flickering light being the only source of lighting, and there’s absolutely no one to be seen or heard aside from yourself.

That’s what you think, anyway, until a voice clears his throat and suddenly you hear a loud thud of someone appearing behind you.

Definitely does not have the cyberware that makes him as quiet as a lynx. Which also eliminates Minho, and that makes your blood run cold.

“You don’t look like the blond he was talking about,” the voice is rough and intimidating, and you know before even turning around that the man is likely no different. For the first time in a while, you feel your body freeze in genuine fear, “so it can’t be you.”

He circles you like prey, the shadows making him impossible to fully see. You can make out that he’s strong, his shoulders broad and his clothes tight against his muscles, but it’s only when he moves right in front of you that he comes into view with the minimal flickering light and the little that filters in from the main street below you, “what can I do for you?”

“Get away from her, for one,” Felix sounds angry, something uncharacteristic for him, but whoever this stranger is, is one step closer to you than your best friend would like.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here for her body,” though you don’t miss the way his eyes run over you. He supposes you’re pretty, but far from his type. You think much the same of him. His eyes are beautiful and intense, his gaze incredibly calculating, his hair dark with highlights of green, and he’s definitely one of the more attractive people in Night City.

Just not your type.

“Now you…” the stranger stops his movements when he’s right in front of Felix, nudging his chest with the handle of a blade that you didn’t see before, “look exactly like the blond he was talking about.”

“Who? Minho?”

“I don’t disclose names,” it’s hard to tell, but you nearly wonder if he’s hearing that name for the first time. At least, he doesn’t quite look familiar with the person the name is associated with, “but I’ve been told you need some eddies.”

“Everyone needs them,” you answer, pushing Felix behind you. This man feels threatening, maybe it’s his aura, but you definitely don’t trust him, “what’s your name?”

“Hmm, don’t disclose that either really. First name basis is very… personal,” you grit your teeth. He’s starting to annoy you, “but I can give you the last name.”

“That probably thousands of others have,” Felix snarls, but the stranger is only amused.

“Maybe, but it’s still a step closer to identifying me,” you consider it, but ultimately, you just want to know what the hell he wants, “you’ve been up to things, haven’t you?”

He’s not looking at you. His eyes are on Felix’s the whole time. You never once thought that Felix may be hiding something from you, but looking at him now, with the way he looks so guilty, has you reconsidering that thought, “Lix…?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” the stranger smirks, his hands reaching into his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter, both of which he offers to the two of you. Normally, you’d decline taking it from a stranger, though right now you’re inclined to take it.

“Of course. My bad,” he’s silent, but everything he does is with intent. It’s like he knows exactly what will hook the blond in, “but I happen to be passing on something you may want to know. You know… if you ever want to get her into Westbrook.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“I know almost everything that happens within this city,” to you, that shouldn’t be possible. No one could possibly know so much about so many people’s lives. Even Fixers, those who knew the in’s and outs of the entire city and gave out dirty jobs for extra money, didn’t know everything.

But it’s the way in which he says it that tells you he’s not bluffing, nor is he lying, and that suddenly makes him all the more terrifying. If he was able to know so much, there was no telling what he was capable of, or who he could ask for a favour if he needed it.

“It’s easy enough. Smuggle around some BDX shards on the market and you’ll be well on your way to wealth-”

“I wouldn’t call that easy,” Felix scoffs, because he knows from experience how hard these things are. He’s done it before, but never would he let you know that.

“He’s not doing that.”

“What makes you so sure he hasn’t already?” The disbelief in your eyes is evident, but Felix doesn’t let you believe it.

“He’s lying to you. I’ve never done that,” you had to believe Felix. If you started to doubt him now, then everything else would follow like a ripple of a butterfly's wings causing a hurricane.

“Well, it’s your choice. Spend a few more years doing odd jobs for money, or do a few more jobs and get out. This woman… she’s very wealthy. She has the money, so I’ve been told,” he watches you both, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette, and you begin to wonder if maybe he is a Fixer himself. And then he adds, “happen to have a friend there, you know? Westbrook isn’t all too bad if he’s telling the truth.”

“He’s not doing it,” maybe it’s not fair to make the decision for him, but there’s no way you’re allowing Felix to move around shards of graphic memories and violent murder so that someone can be forced into an illegal brain dance, all in the favour of getting you a nicer apartment. You’d much rather live out the limited days you may have in Pacifica, “we’re going home.”

You storm off without another word, expecting Felix to follow blindly. The naivety in believing that is the very thing that makes you miss the nod in agreement he sends the strangers way, whispering to him that he’ll do it, no matter the cost.

Your entire living room is thrown upside down when Minho shows up at your doorstep the next day and you find out the truth. To say you’re livid is a complete understatement, but you know your anger is only driven by fear. Felix knows it too.

“Was it you?!” you storm up to the man you’d only known a few months, his recently dyed hair making him stand out more than usual as he looks entirely indifferent. Minho always displays an act of carelessness, like nothing matters to him, and that’s one of the many things you don’t like about him.

You couldn’t say you disliked Minho, for you didn’t. In a way, he was a friend who’d helped you many times, but there was always an aura about him that made him dangerous, and that was the very reason you never quite trusted him the way maybe Felix did.

“That what?”

“Went to that psycho Fixer in the alleyway?!” you push him before you can stop yourself, and it’s something Minho far from appreciates. You can see it in the way his jaw tenses and the way his eyes sharpen. Contrary to what you may believe, he wouldn’t say he dislikes you, but in instances such as this, he really has to try not to hurt you back.

“I think I know who you’re talking about-”

“What’s his name? Who is he? Why the hell is he getting involved?”

“That’s three questions princess, and I don’t like your tone,” he narrows his sharp eyes at you, coming closer until Felix steps between you two.

“Minho, watch it.”

“Or what, Felix? Don’t forget what I’ve been doing for you,” and again, you’re reminded of something similar to just last night. That Felix is hiding something from you, and that the stranger in the alley and Minho know what that something is, “and to answer your questions… I don’t quite know why he’s involved,”

“Involved in what?”

“Princess, I’m not handing you these things on a platter. Find out yourself.”

“You don’t know,” Felix says, and Minho can’t deceive him. It’s partially true. While he knows some of what’s going on, he couldn’t admit that he himself had been deceived and was now wrapped up in something and in someone that he could genuinely say he was afraid of. And Minho wasn’t afraid of just anyone.

“Well, I don’t know all the answers,” he sits down on the couch, making himself comfortable as he turns on the television. You let him, pouring you all a drink. It’s a shift in pace, the tension still there but dissolving from anger into curiosity, “and he’s only involved because he has no choice. People never have a choice.”

You want to tell him that’s not true, but you know better. People will do anything for eurodollars, especially if they don’t have it. It’s perfectly possible that the man you met is leading a similar life with minimum choice, if any. Maybe you would apologise, if it mattered enough to you, but it doesn’t. He did what he had to do to live, and you did the same, running recklessly through Pacifica whilst everyone around you played with their lives.

“He’s just an informant. Kind of. A Fixer. He finds information and does all the work for you so you don’t have to. It costs a hefty fee, but he gets it done. His only demand is to not involve him into whatever you’re there for.”

“Is he dangerous?” Minho laughs, shaking his head in amusement at your question.

“No. He may look it, but he’s very pragmatic. Doesn’t hurt anyone unless he’s left without choice.”

“And he helps anyone?” Felix asks, watching the TV now as well with the number of deaths on the top left.

Six. And it’s barely early afternoon.

“He helps anyone with money. Loyalty rarely matters unless it affects the money he makes. Now… are we done? We have things to do, Felix. I’m not here for fun.”

“Lix, I can’t believe you agreed to this,” you’d found out just moments before that Felix had agreed to the strangers contracted request, hence the torn up living room, and there was nothing you could do to get him to stay. You’d already tried, even begged enough for even Minho to look like he was ready to ask, just so you’d shut up.

“It’s just once or twice. It’s a lot of money. I can’t say no,” you sigh, slowly agreeing to let him go, eyes turned to Minho as you cross your arms over your chest, “if anything happens to him-“

“You’ll kill me, princess?” It’s a daring tone, as if he knows you never could. Like a challenge, and it annoys you that it’s true. You may be reckless and carry weapons that you’d use in self defence if you really had to, but you weren't a killer. Neither was Felix.

You walk down with them, immediately noticing the cold weather contrasting yesterdays as Felix get’s inside Minho’s car with Minho following shortly after. They don’t waste much time, but Felix pulls you down into a quick kiss before he’s told to close the door.

“I’ll see you for dinner. Pizza?”

“I’ll order your favourite once I’ve cleaned up,” for a second, you see Minho’s eyes soften towards you, as if something you said pulled at his heartstrings enough to make him appear human, as if he wasn’t entirely void of feeling something and maybe even envied how you could love.

When they drive off, there’s an indescribable unease that sets deep in your stomach, but you ignore it first in favour of holding your end of the bargain.

The doorbell rings just as you’re out of the shower. You’d hoped that maybe you’d be more settled after, but something still didn’t sit right with you. You weren’t a superstitious person, so you’d put it off on being hungry and ordered the pizza way earlier than you’d planned to.

“Thank you,” shutting the door, you grab a slice and head to the same window you look out onto the world with nearly daily, though this time, you begin to wonder if maybe you weren’t just hungry, but the deeply unsettling feeling held weight and value.

It was snowing heavily, and you were brought back to just yesterday. It never snowed in Night City.

Suddenly, the thought of something seeming really wrong became a reality for you.

“Felix,” you throw the slice of pizza haphazardly onto the kitchen counter and get dressed in less than a minute, throwing on a pair of boots and jacket that seem fitting for weather you’ve never seen with your own eyes, sending messages to your best friend and calls in hopes that he’ll answer.

He never picks up, and you only panic more as a result. It’s daytime, but the snow has caused rather bleak clouds that contrast against the white ground. That being said, it seems far too bright to hijack a car. Then again, Pacifica had no real rules anymore.

You’re running along the road outside your home, having no idea where you’re going when a car intercepts your path similarly to the vehicle that had cut you and Felix off yesterday, “get in!”

It’s a woman’s voice, one you recognise enough to not hesitate, but it’s only when you’re inside the car that you know who it is, “Red?”

“Sweet little princess, thought I’d have to run up and get you,” her attitude was very similar to Minho’s, they even spoke in the same mocking tone, though the nickname was slightly less sarcastic when she said it to you than when he did. Whilst he said it in a way that looked down on you, she said it in a way a familiar friend would.

“I need to find Felix.”

“Believe me, it’s what I’m working on,” you detect panic in her voice, even with her calm demeanour, and it’s something you don’t ever see in her. She was calm, always collected and calculated. She had to be, but right now, there seemed to be cracks forming at the surface of her exterior, “I’m gonna kill Minho.”

“W-what?” The revelation has you pause just as the girl turns a rather sharp corner, ignoring the speed limits and the fact that police could very easily chase after her, but there seemed to be so much going on on the streets themselves that no one paid any attention to the two of them.

“Fucking dumbass got himself involved in too much shit, dragged little Lixie into it,” another sharp corner, enough for you to grab onto the handle of the door to pull yourself upright.

“How do you know that?”

“Cause I know how this stupid game works. Seen it before. Fuck, I hate that woman,” you’re overwhelmed with information, nothing that makes sense, and the only thing you can make out from it is that you have to get to Felix. Even if you couldn’t understand the exact implications of what was happening, you understood that he was in danger, and that was enough for you to spring into action.

You barely realise the car is terribly parked, half up on the curb as Red has already jumped out of the vehicle. You recognise where you are vaguely, somewhere in Watson surrounded by high rise buildings and some construction zones, jumping out of the car just a few seconds later.

The first thing you notice is the cold, the way the snow fell heavier between the sky high buildings and onto you and the ground below. The second thing you notice is the fall of a body and breaking glass not far in front of you. Third, you feel yourself be pulled into someone’s arms, as if they’re trying to shield you from something horrible.

“Don’t look. P-promise me,” she’s shaken, her red stained lips trembling, and even she seems to be scared.

You want to promise her and keep it. It’s in your best interest to, but you’d always been curious and now it became a curse as you decided not to listen.

The day Felix took his last breath, the snow fell heavy and strained red from where he bled, taking desperate last breaths as he fought to survive from a fall high enough to shatter all his bones. He tried, only because he knew what it meant if he didn’t. If he’d never come home like he promised.

Though another part of him knew too, that he couldn’t hold on anymore, and so he thought he was hallucinating when he saw you upon drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Felix!” You scream his name, and it’s an agonising sound that he wishes to erase from his memory, though he supposes soon he won’t remember it at all. It’s when he realises you’re actually fully there that he panics. You’re not sure how you found him, but he wishes desperately that this wasn’t your last memory of him.

The snow grew more crimson in colour as he tried to tell you one last thing. You’d been too late and it was so easy to blame yourself, but you never could’ve known. At least that’s what you told yourself, the moment his body lays there, breaths more shallow as his eyes find yours, and he weakly reaches for you.

“Oi, Minho! I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?!” It’s desperate, how the other girl that came with you screams it until her throat hurts, but you don’t see anyone when you look up at the shattered window he fell from, “I’ll kill you!”

Maybe if you’d pressed harder for answers, maybe if you’d just told him to stay at home with you, that Westbrook didn’t matter to you, he wouldn’t be laying in front of you now.

You’ve fallen to your knees and pulled him into your lap, hearing his whimpers from what you can only imagine is horrific agonising pain, but another hand reaches out to help you steady him against you.

The red lips on the girl are chewed and torn, make up out of place, though she’s still beautiful, even now when she’s crying nearly more than you.

“Felix… you’re okay.”

She’s making false promises, but you suppose you want to do the same. You take your hand in his, though it nearly slips out of your grasp with the amount of blood, “we have to stop the bleeding.”

But Felix knows there’s no point. He’s slipping away, so he’s desperate to make you feel like you can let him go, “it’s o-okay.”

He looks back up at you, and you can tell he’s in so much pain. You’re not even sure where he’s bleeding from anymore, but it’s not stopping, even while the assassin next to you does her best to fight against it. His bones are completely broken, torn in directions that aren’t human, and you hate that you know the nightmares that’ll plague you potentially forever, will only remember him like this, and not as he was, a little broken but smiling and happy.

With a cough, blood falls from his now stained lips and he starts to pale. There’s so much he wants to say. How he wants to tell you that you need to call him an idiot for falling in love with you. Or that he was really looking forward to having his favourite pizza delivered, or hell, even tell you that he’ll listen to you from now on, no matter the request and its absurdity. To hell with Westbrook.

You push him further into your chest, wincing when it causes him to cry.

The girl you only know in colour stops her attempts at keeping him alive, for she knows what his mangled breaths of air mean. He knows it’s over, and he needs you both to accept it for him. He’s telling you silently to let him go, trying to tell you without any words that he loves you both, since he knows he’s never going to again, and Red understands that she has to let him die in your arms.

It’s the hardest thing in the world for her to pull herself away from a friend she cared for, but she does for your sake, even if it means she can’t say goodbye herself.

“Lix…” there’s a lump in your throat and you find yourself in the most pain you’ve ever been in, “I love you. Okay. Please don’t… d-don’t forget it.”

And he doesn’t think he ever could. It’s the last thing he remembers, that you love him and the faint feeling of you bending down to kiss his forehead just as his eyes close, and it’s so peaceful, the way he slumps against you and suddenly stops moving.

Felix is dead.

You scream when you realise what that really means, and a part of you wants to desperately shake him awake, but you’re not able to. The girl next to you stands, in similar pain as you, but her way of handling it is through sheer hatred and rage, whilst you sit crying as the snow falls.

“Lee Minho!”

You see the man in question turn a corner, and not a second later, Red is gone after him. A part of you wishes to do the same, to even hold your end of a failed threat that you really would kill him for what you think he’d done, but you couldn’t leave Felix out here alone.

“We don’t have time, Jinnie,” it’s an authoritative voice, female, strong and easily sounding like she’s mocking him, and you look up and realise that you’re not the only one here.

A woman stands with a straight posture, hands hidden in the pockets of her elegant black coat that falls to her knees, her heels clicking against the ground as she walks past you. You’ve never seen her before, but she seems to know you, if the way she smirks is anything to go by. It’s then you take note of who she’s with, a man that seems to blindly follow her, even if he seems to hesitate. His walk is intimidating, eyes sharp and clothes a dark contrast against his red hair, a knife in his hand, though it looks unused. He looks tired, though still holds himself tall.

He stops for a moment right next to you, turns his head down to meet your eyes with his vibrant blue ones that look customised and void of life. You wonder if he’s maybe going to speak to you, but a gunshot rings through right next to you both and you flinch, pushing Felix into your chest as if shielding him would make any difference now that his heart wasn’t beating.

“I don’t have all day,” she’s demanding and mean spirited, that you know, and though he seems to hesitate, he ultimately follows blindly, even if you can tell he doesn’t want to. Something is making him hesitate, and you don’t know what that is as he looks back at you one more time.

Maybe he wants to say something, but if there are words meant to leave his lips, they go unspoken.

Your world stopped twice the day Felix died. It was one thing to have his body torn away from your hold by an ambulance, but a whole other burden was brought onto your grief. You nearly didn’t believe it.

Lee Minho was a lot of things. He was not always the most honest man and he was definitely lethal where he wanted to be. At the end of the day, you knew he was a killer.

But you never really thought that he’d kill your best friend, if what Red had screamed was to be believed. Hell, his friend, that he was meant to help and that entrusted him to do so.

He killed someone who looked up to him for help, and you’d never forgive that.

Two months on and the nightmares were still there every day. You wonder what it was like, when Felix realised he was going to die. You had begged Red for any answers, but she seemed to respond even less to you than before. It’s like she was dead set on revenge, and while you appreciated it, you wished to have someone to talk to that knew what it had been like.

Eventually, the last time you saw her she admitted that she thought a shard was being sold on the market for a lot of money that showed the events in the memory of someone that had been there as it happened. As desperate as you were to throw all your money towards it, the girl had told you that there was no way she was letting you illegally buy a piece of someone’s memory to play before your mind.

You wondered what it was like. What it felt like to have his flesh pierced by Minho’s blades on his forearms before the stranger with red hair pushed him onto a window that shattered into pieces right after, letting him fall. Maybe it was better that you’d never seen it, but you couldn’t shake off the thought that you wanted your own eyes to witness what Red told you was true. How she’d found out what had really happened, you weren’t sure.

Though it seemed to have torn the girl up so much that she’d disappeared off the grid a day after telling you what she’d found out. You never heard or saw from her again.

You had so many questions. They ranged from simple to rather complicated

Who the hell was that woman with the tall man that seemed to follow her orders blindly, and why had he looked back at you as if he felt a sense of remorse?

You wanted answers. Even now, you still think that had Felix just told you what was going on, you could’ve prevented this entirely and he’d still be here completely enamoured with you. Instead, you turned into a cold shell similar to how Minho had been, how he likely still was, completely isolated.

Not that you’d heard of him or seen him.

You hated him, and a part of you wanted to track him down and scream at him until you couldn’t anymore, maybe threaten to kill him again even if you knew you never could. Another part of you wanted to stay out of it all together. None of it was worth it. In the end, it had all been for nothing.

But wanting answers and getting involved were two different things to you, and so you find yourself back in the small dark alley above the road besides 7th Hell, and the stranger there is honestly not all too surprised to see you as he sits on the railing.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“I want your name,” he looks at you quizzically, amused at your feigned confidence. He knows you’re anything but, sees it in the way your hands shake, though he doesn’t comment on it.

“Why?”

“Because then I’ll trust every answer you give me, if you trust me with who you are.”

“Is that how this works?”

“Felix is dead. I can’t sleep. I’m going insane because his friend killed him, and the only person in this whole fucking city who claimed to know everything, is you! I don’t care if I have to give you everything I own but-”

“Changbin.”

“Huh?”

“My name,” he seems apologetic, almost guilty, something rare these days in the people you meet, but you appreciate it nevertheless, “but aside from that, you’re not getting the rest for free. I have to survive, just like you.”

You were prepared for that. Well, you were prepared to pay him for answers. Getting his name, that you’d figured would’ve been harder to bargain for, if Minho had been truthful in saying that not many people knew who he was.

“Who else knows who you are?” You hold your hand out, practically shoving the eddies into his grasp when he reaches out to you, beginning to count the notes he’s thrown.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?” Changbin stops counting, looks up into your eyes and eventually sighs. It’s very clear to him that whilst you may live in a dangerous part of the city, your naivety mirrors those of the rich and unaware.

“Some people are very dangerous-”

“Why did Minho do it?”

“I barely answered the first question.”

“You’re not giving me a real answer anyway. Why did Minho do it?” you ask again, just as he puts away the money into the pocket of his leather jacket.

“He didn’t have a choice.”

“How do you know that?” Changbin glares at you and you sigh, knowing exactly what he’s going to say, “right, dangerous people, can’t tell me.”

“Did you lead him to his death? Did you know?”

“No,” he doesn’t expect it, but he supposes the slap on his cheek is entirely deserved. Honestly, he thinks he deserves more, even if he had no clue, “I would’ve never let him walk into that if I had. I may not follow many morals, but I’m not going to send someone to their death if they don’t deserve it.”

“Y-you-” you can’t finish your sentence though, trembling as the sting on your hand causes you to flinch.

“That being said… there’s someone you don’t want to know about. I suggest you stay out of it. But know that if I’d said no to this person, I’d be dead.”

You’re reminded again, how everyone in Night City simply fought to survive. That not a single soul here was safe, and that nearly everyone was out for themselves. Those who weren’t ended up dead. Maybe Felix should’ve been more selfish, but you loved how he wasn’t.

“I’ll tell you one thing,” he holds his hand out, and you grow annoyed but nevertheless throw a few more bills into his modified palm with an electrical wire sat in his grip, “that girl, your friend, she’s gone after Minho. Set on killing him, not that I blame her.”

Honestly, you’d figured as much. When she disappeared, you assumed it was to figure out where Minho had gone before she could hold her promise that she’d have him suffer for his very last breath.

“What about that… that guy?”

“You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart,” you think for a second he’s asking for money again, though much to your surprise, he holds your wrist back as you try to take more money out, “I’m serious. What guy?”

“I… I don’t know. Red hair, blue eyes. Tall,” you see something click, like Changbin knows who you mean though he knows he can’t give it away, “you know him.”

“Yes, unfortunately,” he sighs, hands going into his pockets, “but I didn’t know you knew about him.”

“I heard he was involved. Why doesn’t she want to kill him? I don’t care to know who he is but I want to know why she won’t kill him too,” for it didn’t seem fair. If she was telling the truth, if she’d somehow found out what had happened despite it all seeming a mystery to you and lacking any sense, you wanted to know why she’d never once, threatened this stranger.

“Well, I don’t know her that well…” he pauses, fumbling with yet another cigarette that tells you he’s a step away from deaths door if he continues at this pace but maybe that’s his intention, “but I know one thing about her.”

“What?”

His eyes pierce into yours, they’re so intense that you want to look away but you can’t bring yourself to do so. He’s drawing you in with his intensity, though he’s not trying to intimidate you.

“She doesn’t chase after those that are already dead.”

feedback and comments always welcome :) i hope to see you in the next part... i swear they don’t all end tragic and believe it or not, this isn’t that last you’ll see of felix either 👀

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