A Prowler Miles x (poc) Reader fic ! 🙂
Warnings
This fan-fiction is kind of a slow burn but all chapters are all really important!
- Racial slurs!
- Mentions of gore + (Will be addressed in chapters)
- NO smut
- Aggression
- Heavy swearing
chapter...
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Jazmin walked on the streets of Brooklyn. It was the usual, crackheads tweaking on the streets and public dealings with drugs. It's not surprising though the weather was colder than usual which was surprising.
Cold snow flakes descended from the grey clouds, vendors changing their hotdog and taco stands to hot chocolate and coffee. Sleeted snow squashed under her boots, the ground a bit slippery. A puff of steamy breath came from her mouth to meet the cold air.
Her hands stayed in her pockets as she walked into a Deli. The door made a ring sound, her steps echoing through the store. The smell of salami filled her nose as the florescent lights made a quiet but audible 'bzz' sound. She walked in the isle to look at the snacks they were selling. Her eyes met with a bag of potato chips, making a crumple noise as she grabbed them.
She walked up to the counter, setting the bag onto the counter as she waited for someone to come up. Her eyes looked around the small store until she realized there was someone next to her, leaned onto the counter, talking to the clerk on the other side of it, she couldn't tell who it was exactly due to the hood on their head but is was obviously a boy— not assuming genders and all but it's just obvious, the voice gave it away.
She quickly looked away. Nobody wants to be caught dead staring at anyone in this city. She learned that alright when getting into a street fight not even last week. It's a blessing she won that.
"What do you need?" A male employee with the name tag, "Peter" stamped onto his shirt came up to her from behind the counter. She became a local here so they knew, people just like to play too much.
"You know what I want." Jazmin said with a frown as she rested her arms onto the counter. The heat in here felt good like always. Brooklyn in the winter wasn't bad but today felt like the ice age was creeping about to consume all of America. And obviously, she wasn't used to this weather at all since the coldest it'd ever really get in the Caribbean was 70° and she's not even used to that.
Peter rolled his eyes playfully as he typed something into the cash register, the price coming out to a total of $7.24. "Oh, add a hot cocoa onto that for me too." She added, lifting her arms from the counter and stretching.
A small grunt came from her as she stretched but immediately interrupted as the person from the counter had shoved into her before walking out of the deli, she stumbled back; almost slipping from the partially melted sleet on the floor that traced from outside.
