Simple like cigarettes (Caitlyn kiramman x fem reader)

Mascara

Everyone talks in the Undercity. It's how news or drama gets around. So it made sense he was was the talk of Zaun. From what I've heard he was the fuck up of the Lanes. It's how every one knew him. He didn't even fight to change that title either, and it's like every little mistake he made would prove them right. And he did each time. People would call him the prime example of a bum, addict, vagabond, filthy alcoholic, the list goes on.

Rumor has it his mother was the one to say those things. I guess thats why I never met any of my other family and for a long time I convinced myself that maybe I didn't have one, and that me my mom and him were it.

But I crossed that notion out when me and my mom went to the run down pharmacy. We bumped into an elderly woman she shared the same eyes and color hair as my mom though the lady had more grey in it. I'll never forget that day. The day I knew it was me. That I was the reason that woman looked at my mom in disappointment and me in disgust.

But I couldn't care less about the woman getting those looks were normal to me. It wasn't the woman who made me realize that something was wrong No, it was the way my own mother's face turned to me. Her face usually would remain stoic and expressionless when people looked at us like that. But this random lady clearly wasn't someone random.

That day I realized that I was the problem. Because that was the day when my own mother was the first to look at me the way everyone looks at him..

But I guess the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?

My eyebrows furrow and I tried taking deep breaths my teeth grit I slowly take off my shirt leaving on my sports bra. "They got you good this time huh?" Stacks asks "shut up" I gritted through my teeth. "I told you you it was a bad idea." He shrugged. I grabbed a hand towel and walk to my small sink. "You were the one that instigated the whole thing." I spat. "Hey I didn't make you do it." He shrugged. I sent him a glare. "You got a lil something there Scar." He said pointing to his eye.

"Yeah I'm aware." I brought the wet towel to my black eye. "So are you still down for the job or.." "it's still on." I say as I wring out the hand towel. "Hey, check my back, is it infected?" I grabbed the small piece of soap I had left. I rubbed it on the towel soaping it up.

"Yeah it's a bit irritated" Stacks said stepping closer. "Here I can't reach clean it. The last thing I want is for the whole tattoo to be infected" I state. Stacks grabs the hand towel and dabs at my back. I wince gripping the sink. "Oh shit." Stacks gasped stepping back "what?!" I ask urgently whipping my head to him "Nothing you're fine." Stacks let out a dumb laugh "Fuck you." I turned around and snatched the towel from his hand. "I'm sorry." He said. "No you aren't. Get out." I say. "No wait don't be like that" he whined

"Whatever" I scoff putting my shirt back on. I turn back to my bed to lay down. I heard a match lighting. "You're gonna make my room smell." I told him "It smells anyway" He counters lighting his cigarette. He takes a puff from the cigarette then exhaled. He looks at me then the cigarette. He motioned his head it "Have a hit." He says passing me the cigarette. I take a hit.

Inhale. Exhale. I cough a bit then pass it back to him. "C'moonn lighten up it was a joke you know that " He chuckles taking a drag. "Well you happen to be so unfunny I didn't catch on" I said staring at him blankly. "I think I'm funny." He shrugs he coughs from the hit "Let's go to the rec. Theres a fight I wanna watch." He says passing me the cigarette. Inhale. Exhale. "Really with who?" I question getting up and following him out of the cell. "Amanda Serrano and some new girl" He answers "You watch girl fights?" I ask with a teasing tone. "Sometimes they're better than the guy fights." He shrugs. I take one last puff before passing it to him.