Limerence - an involuntary state of mind resulting from a romantic attraction to another person combined with an overwhelming, obsessive need to have one's feelings reciprocated
Mirage x Fem! Reader
Uses (she/her) pronouns
(y/n) Dodge-974 Wilson Av...
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"I can not believe I'm doing this," I mutter to myself as I tie my (f/c) high-tops. It's been a little over an hour since I got home and now I'm about to leave again to help Noah on his "job." Reek's having us steal a car for him, that's the only reason Noah's letting me join. I'm the mechanic, I have the experience and he's never broken into a car before, I have. I wasn't to steal a car, though, the owner just lost the keys. Anyway, I look into the mirror one last time before I leave my home for the night. My clothes are all muted colors and I let my hair partially cover my face, I don't want to take any chances tonight. The one thing I'm worried about is my necklace, it hasn't stopped glowing since I was on the subway, and I don't want it to get me or Noah in trouble. To fix my little issue, I put on a thicker shirt and sweatshirt so hopefully the light won't get through. I take a deep breath, run my hand through my hair, and exit my home for the night, locking the door behind me. Looking up from my doorknob, I see that Noah has left at the same time.
"You sure you wanna do this?" I ask my best friend, matching his pace down the hallway.
"I gotta, (y/n)," he sighs. "Kris is counting on me, I gotta pay the bills."
"But I can help with that!" my voice is exasperated. "You can work at my garage, I'll keep you in the office. Hell, I'll just give you cash, Noah."
"I can't do that!" Noah's voice is on the verge of shouting. "I can't do that..." This time he's quieter. "I'm not taking any favors, I have to do this myself. I can't live off of you." We're stopped in the middle of the hallway and I have no idea what to do. I want to help Noah so, so badly, but I don't want to hurt his pride in the process. I sigh, then speak.
"Fine," I relent. "But if it looks like we're getting too close to caught, we bolt."
"Deal," Noah nods his head at my statement. For the rest of the walk to meet Reek, we're silent. Anxiety rolls off Noah in waves and I go through my back pack making sure I didn't leave any tools behind. We soon reach the nighttime air and I switch my attention to honking cars and blaring music. We spot Reek's car by the curb and get in, Noah in the passenger's seat and me in the back.
"My man, what is up," Reek greets Noah. Noah doesn't respond, just shakes his head. "Alright, alright, shake off those nerves, I get it. But we can't forget about the little lady in the back."
"What're the details, Reek?" I don't care about being polite right now, I just want to get it over with.
"Nuh uh, none of that, let's get to where we're goin' first," before I can say anything else, Reek pulls out from his spot and starts driving. He fiddles with the radio before finally getting Noah to speak. I, however, don't contribute, instead, I stare out the window at the neon lights and dark blue sky.
"(n/n)," Reek calls from the driver's seat. I hum as an indicator that I'm listening. "You got your shit?"
"Like I'd be dumb enough to leave without it," I roll my eyes. A few minutes later we're pulling up outside an extremely ornate hotel. Red carpets roll up to the doors with awnings to match them overhead. Columns rival the size of the skyscrapers around it and I watch a doorman carrying luggage walk by. A woman wearing a trench coat and red-bottomed stilettos follows behind him, a designer purse draped over her arm. Reek parks opposite the building and pulls out a package of Twizzlers before turning to Noah and me.
