dying light x reader

Kyle Crane x fem!reader

Y/n=your name
Word count :6504

"Nope not gonna happen, y/n." Crane repeated, shaking his head as he looked over a machete for sale by the Tower's trader.

"Oh, come on Crane!" you insisted, frowning as you leaned against the wall behind him, arms folded.

"No, y/n ." he answered again, his voice notably more assertive.

"It's too dangerous, your not coming and that's final."

For the past four days you had been demanding that Crane let you accompany him on his way outside the Tower, whether it was on a supply run or to do a job for someone. And for the past four days he had refused. It was getting to the point where you could sense him getting more than a bit aggravated, but nonetheless you persisted. You weren't hopeless; In good shape, and flexible, you were one of the most qualified in the Tower for the job. Still, Brecken refused to let you become a Runner because of your lack of experience, declaring that you would have to go with someone else for a few runs until he could be assured that you had the hang of things. To you, it felt more like the reason was your relatively young age in comparison to the others, which annoyed you to no end. Each time Crane told you to go ask another Runner, you just responded that he was the runner you trusted the most. That was true, to an extent, but there was another reason.

Crane was not a man that was hard to look at.

"It's not dangerous, Crane! I know what I'm doing, Please!" you pleaded while anger was growing in the pit of your stomach, Obviously it was dangerous, but how and ever.

"Forget it, y/n. Go help Lena or jade or something if you wanna be useful." he replied dismissively, handing the trader some cash in exchange for the weapon, which he sheathed on his back.

You clenched your fists as you unfolded your arms, stepping to the side slightly to block the exit as he headed for it. Admittedly, it looked more than a bit stupid, blocking someone taller and stronger than you, but your fiery determination meant you cared little. Crane was affected a little by your display, and simply chuckled at you in a way that made it feel as though your blood was purely up in flames.

"Cute. Why'ncha go try that on Brecken, see if it makes him change his mind?" he suggested, casually placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you out of the way. Somewhere deep inside, his touch made you go wild, though you managed to deny it showing.

Right as he passed, you heard his radio crackle to life, with Brecken's voice coming through.

"Any Runners on standby in the tower?" he asked.

"I'm here, Brecken. What's up?" Crane responded into it.

"Lena needs some more equipment; gauze, syringes, you know the deal. Says there's a pharmacy near the gas station. Have you looked there yet?"

"Uh, no, don't think so." Crane answered, shaking his head despite talking into a radio.

"I just gotta give some crayons to Kate for the kids and I'll head straight there."

A response came through the radio, but you were too invested in thinking of a plan to pay much attention. You knew a job that needed to get done, you had the skills to do it, and it would end up helping everyone in the Tower. What other reason did you need? True, Brecken might get upset that you had disobeyed him, but surely if you proved your capability he would understand? In truth, he didn't seem like somebody you wanted to get on the bad side of. There was little time to dawdle on details, however. Crane would be leaving any second, and you couldn't let him leave before you.

You stepped out of the small room, watching as Crane walked down the hallway. The moment his body left your sight you bolted straight for the elevator. Moments later you were headed for the collapsed staircase when a voice stopped you.