Simple like cigarettes (Caitlyn kiramman x fem reader)

No Idea

Y/n's POV

"You free Friday?" I ask Stacks walking back to my cell. "Yeah, Friday's my day off. Why?" He asks me. "Well we have a job Friday." I say. "No we don't?" He almost asked. "Yeah, Ronnie came up to me cause he couldn't find you." I look at him skeptically. "Where were you?" I finally ask glancing at him. He looked at me then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Too busy getting these bad boys" he mused waving them at me. "Holy shit man." I say grabbing them from his hand and observing them. "Where'd you even get them from?" I ask "It was a job." He shrugged. I passed it back to him but he shook his head. "Keep em, I got them for you." He pushed them back to me. "Why?" I ask him. "You told me you smoke, I don't believe you." He spoke. "Well I did. I quit like a year and a half ago." I say. "Here." He then pulled out matches from his other pocket. "Look Scar, people in Stillwater don't come out. There's only a few things you can enjoy about this hell hole and cigarettes are one of em. You know that yourself." Stacks spoke. I look at the cigarettes what would Caitlyn say? She's not here. They all forgot about you. I put the cigarettes back into my pocket same with the matches.

"Don't go lighting shit on fire now" He laughed as he ruffled my hair. I smiled at him and shrugged. "Ill think about it." I say matching his mobster accent. He rolled his eyes and turned into his cell. "So. Are we doing the job or not?" I ask him leaning on his doorway. "You already agreed to it so might as well" he sighed shrugging his shoulders as he walked to his bed. "Alright then. See you tomorrow." I say pushing myself off of the doorway and turning around to my cell. "See ya!" He called out as I began walking. I make my way to my cell. I already made the habit of checking my surroundings every once in a while.

I've made myself quite a reputation. I don't really know if it's good or bad. All I know is people don't really mess with me and that's all the matters. Today though. Today is special. I walked to my cell and if on cue the cell door shuts behind me. "Lights out!" A guard yelled. There was still a dimly lit light in the hallway so I could slightly see the inside of my room.

Well. Today used to be special.

Earlier that day...

Caitlyn's POV

"Flour?"
"Check"
"Milk?"
"Check."
"Eggs?"
"Check"
"Candles?"
"Check."

I folded the checklist and put it back in my pocket. "That's all. We're good to go." I say to Vi as she was leaning against the front of the cart scratching her ear. I began walking down and aisle to get the the self checkout. We hadn't got much. Vi watches as I scan the items and put them in bags then back into the cart. "Where do you want to go after this?" Caitlyn asks putting the eggs into a bag. "Just back to the dorm I have to study for the exam we got on Tuesday." Vi said playing with the plastic on the handle of the cart. I nod as I continue to place the items into bags. I finish bagging all of the things and grab my wallet. "Vi can you go put the cart away? We can carry these on our own." I say as I swipe my card on the reader. Vi doesn't respond. I turn to look at her. "Vi?" I ask.

She keeps her eyes glued to something other than the grocery's. I turn to see what she's looking at. She looking at a TV that the store had on display. My eyes widen. I quickly put the groceries into the cart anyway and walk over to the Tv on the display with Vi following behind.

"It's just been publicly discovered that now nineteen year old Y/n Wick daughter of the famous Vander Lane Wick, has been imprisoned for one count of attempted murder." The news reporter stated. It showed a picture of Y/n in her senior photo. "This news relatively new while the victim Jack Sanders is alive to to tell his story of that fateful night one year ago." The screen the turn to Sander's sitting down on a chair getting interviewed.