Criminal ways : A Jean Kirstein X Reader

Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first ever fanfic. I've always wanted to write one of my own because POC barely gets included, especially Latin/ Hispanic.

Y/n is literally just a projection of myself so sorry if it gets a little dark and weird.
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        Every single day. It was the exact same. Same old routine. Same people everyday. I was at the club, just doing my job. I knew my dancing at this moment was not the best it could be, but the man throwing twenties at me surely didn't seem to care. It was a slow day today, about Five people came in today.

"Hey Y/n is there something wrong?" My coworker Sasha asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." I lied.

"Are you sure, you seem a little off."  Her soft face was waiting an answer. Her voice laced with concern.

"Yes, I promise, I'm just tired, that's all."

I wanted to tell her how I really felt but I know if I did, I would start to breakdown crying. Maybe I should just go home early. One more costumer came in. Just one more dance, then I'll leave. Being a stripper is so tiring. I clocked out my shift was over. I got in the car and started to make my way home. It was a one bedroom apartment. I unlocked the door and put all my bags down and just sat on the floor. Tears started forming at my waterline. Why? Why was I crying all of a sudden? Was it that I was tired of the life I was living or was it the fact that I need a change so desperately. I wipe my eyes and get up from the floor. I make my way to the bathroom and start the shower. I grab a makeup wipe and start removing my makeup. I get in the shower and after that I don't really remember. I guess I was that tired.

I wake up to the sun beating on my face through my window. I look around and see nothing but my room. Here we go. The same day again. I make my way to the kitchen and grab something to eat. I ended up just making myself some eggs and pour my coffee. I sat there just thinking about life and how I even got here. I get up and put a vinyl in my record player. I put in a record from Aretha Franklin. I love soul with all my heart. Even though I've never been so heartbroken like she has, she still has that much power in her voice that I can feel everything that she sings. I finish my breakfast and make my way to the living room and with my cup of coffee in hand, I look at the commotion happening outside. Not much was happening, just an old man walking with his dog. He looked so happy. I wish to have such happiness. I snap out of my thought and put my mug in the sink and wash the dishes. I think of my to do list for today.

1. clean the house

2. Get my nails done

3. Go grocery shopping

4. Go to work

I get in my car and head to work. I walk in and say Hi to everyone quick before I head to the locker room. There I see Sasha, Mikasa and Annie. We're the first ones here so far.

"Hey guys" I say as I walk in and put my stuff in my locker.

"Hey Y/n, I heard that there's a private event happening and they want all four of us in there." She says while taking off her sweater.

"Yeah, I really don't want to but we have to" Said Annie.

"Man I was hoping today would be super easy, I guess not." I said.