kid felt reader and the midnight crew

midnight crew x kid felt reader

You are (f/n),(l/n) otherwise known as scribble. You are a Menacing member of THE FELT...well maybe if you drop the Menacing with practical..maybe to be more realistic on your part, sporting. You're not exactly a successful big shot like the others but hey its probably only because you haven't had your time to shine yet, atleast stitches agrees. The Felt usually send you out on minor errands its still a pretty big deal, they couldn't go on without your help. You're notably the youngest member but you try your best to make up for it in small ways ; so what you can't get into a club because your underage, or the fact you get tailed by the police causes you look lost a lot or even the fact your afraid to sleep in the dark. Your still apart of the team. This time in particular you had a very special mission, retrieve some important papers from the undercover hideout known as hallmart (just go with it, I'm working hard to get the story going) its like a store but its not dun..dun..dunnnn.. It's not to far away so your fellow team mate deemed it task worthy. You pad in giddy your team put this much faith in you. Its drizzling outside when you arive pausing for a moment to peer out the nearby window you notice the clouds darken for an upcoming storm. Your not one who enjoys running through heavy without and umbrella so you make haste to the hidden safe. you're notably forgetful so you repeat the safe combo outloud in a little song to remember it. It probably not your wises decision to do so, not mention you don't heed the possible introders lurking in the shadows. when you find the safe you begin pounding in the combo as your typing in the last combo a filthy hand covers your mouth from behind. You yelp for help kicking and struggling to escape your assailant. "Shadap brat" snarled none other than Spade Slicks. "Your ganna comply kid or I'll have to make a mess of this here establishment" snaping out one of his many switch blades right under your nose, at this point your nearly shiting bricks and Stitches isn't here to save your hide. You have come up with the conclusion your as good as dead now, even if Spades doesn't finish the job the the one with the cigarette will surely put you six feet under a dead dog as to throw off the cop's. Die often mentions Boxcars like to eat runt like you for dinner when you go out late on missions and its practically evening. Your eyes begin to water as Spades ties you down with dirty old ropes from GPI knows where. No matter how much you try to show no fear your shamefully aware your shaking visibly. Slicks slams you all but gently on the desk counter knocking off your hat turning only to loot the safe. "What's the last digit " he hisses between his teeth fumbling withe the lock. Your strong front finally shatters as Slick turns to you agian this time his blade dangeroualy close to your jugular. You start wailing uncontrollably only pausing to take short breaths. "SLICKS (she/he) is just a kid" boxcars bellowed. "SLICKS, WES not that low you can't kill a little kid" Deuce insisted. "64" a silky voice rolls off the sharp tongue from near the entrance, you assume that's the one they call Diamond Droog due to the cigarette between his fingers. Big hands loosen your bonds slightly letting the blood from your arms flow you let out small pants of relief beginning to feel your fingers once more. Slicks huffs and leaning back against the wall cleaning his blade with a handkerchief. " whateverah" he chimes not looking at you. You hear him fumble with the lock again, you can just hear the disappointment in itchy voice when he finds out Spade Slicks got the drop on yah. You shake in fear contaplating punishments that will await you back at the mannor that is to say you live to see the mannor agian .Boxcars holds you in a gentle embrace your not sure if its to calm you down or restrain you. Fat wet tears run off the sides of your face you look down at the floor as not to look any of your captors the pleasure of seeing you crumple You don't struggle as to not provoke the big guy. A fat finger wipes the tears away you still don't look up you don't say a word.A snap of thunder fills the room as the light flicker. You unconsciously push yourself closer to Boxcars as the lights finally flicker off leaving everything in a veil of darkness. You can hear the rain gradually grow louder with flashes of lightening illuminating the room short bursts. If there is one thing you hate more than the dark its lightning and thunder. Heavy warm droplets run down your face as you enter a whole new level of fear. Your body grows stiff and silent as you feel your self drift into a state of paralysis. It's safe to say your scared shitless and near faint. "Ah, hey kid? Yous alright there" You're Joust abruptly . "Droog is this normal? Kids' not breathing so good..." Boxcar barks. You feel fuzzy as somethings warm touch your jugular, your heart beat is racing its hurt to think. " pulse is too quick and weak...you scared the kid pretty bad hnn...." you hear a deeper audibly smoother voice remarks indifferently. Your vistion pulses as you vagly see fringer swarm your field of sight. "Count em up kid, how many" a raspy voice ordered. "We gotta calm em down or else kids ganna meet (his/hers) maker too soon"a squeaky voice whined. A big, meaty hand pats and rubs the small of your back in little circles soothingly. Your breaths even out in time as you begin to loosen up. Your big water eyes shut softly trying to calm yourself down as to not throw yourself into a panic attack. Boxcars dosent seem all that bad now, though you still pretend your in stitches embrace he's always been a big brother figure In your life. You notice youve been mumbling his name softly for GIP knows how long now, your cheeks fush in embarrasment you showed weakness to the enemy how are you suppose answer to your superiors now. It's pretty much quite now despite your sniffling. The slaming of a door and pounding of feet meet your ears suddenly there is still hope for you. " Shit we got to get the hell out of here, Droog grab half of this shit and folla me!" Slicks snaps. Your bounced around as boxcars runs with you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatos. They run down the hallway opposite to the front entrance rushing out the back door in the chilling rain. You feel a surge of dispersion giving you the strength and courage to scream bloody murder to alert you team mates. Needless to say the midnight crew was none to pleased with your actions. "Shut the brat up before I do, why the hell did you bring it with you!" Slicks fumd loading up the loot in the van. "Sorry kid nothing personal " Boxcars says gently as he manhandes you into submission nocking you unconscious.

(Time moves a head)

You wake up in a unfamiliar room, you pounder why its so quite its almost never quite at the mannor at the vary least snowman has her music playing flooding the halls. As you rub your left eye with your fist the damp hair clinging to your face and sticking out in old angles brings you to survay your position. You note your on a soft armchair with a warm blanket thrown over you. You're Tempted to just roll over and continue your nap your mind fills with memories of last night's events. You temble softly clinging to the hope your safe somewhere in the felt mannor. The idea is thrown out the window as you notice your ankle is handcuffed to the leg of the chair. Your dressed and a big dress shirt that doesn't belong to you, blushing at the thought of your enemies seeing your intimate parts you notice your still wearing your now damp undershirt and boxers at least they left you with some dignity you grumble pouting. You take a gander of your surrounding taking in the whole room a piece at a time. It's a danky, old room with contrasting fine furniture. The room itself has two windows, ones boarded up and the others with filthy draps. So this is one of the notorious and elusive enemy hideouts you sit abit taken back with your situation. The door rusles open as your ears are met with the familiar bickering of the midnight crew amongst themselves. "Well look who decided to wake the hell up" Slick barked hung over, the smell of booze becomes provident in the room. "Hey kiddo, ya hungry?" Boxcars rolls out oddly seductively you stiffen at the thought. "You sound like a fucken pedobear yah dildo" Slick uttered in Disgust "and you fucks say I'm bad with kids" he laughed giddy with booze still in his system. Boxcars makes an apologiztic face in your direction. The one called droog humed in acknowledgment taking a seat near the window to watch the rain while lighting a cigarette. The smallest of the group approach you with a big smile he begins to pet your head " hey kiddo glad your awake looks like your fever went down." He said softly. I wanna go home you voice out. They all stop what there doing to look at you. Boxcars rubs the back of his neck awkwardly looking away from you, Slick leans back and takes a large swig of his liquor bottle, Deuce frowns a bit tilting his head up and continues to rub your head not answering your question. " your not going anywhere until we get the information we need...after that will see how much ransom we can get for your return" the one called Droog retorts smoothly breathing out smoke in one long puff. You become uneasy "what if I don't comply.." You say boldly. "We will see how much ransom we can get, I never said you'd be in one piece.." He replies. that bastered is yanking your chain you just know it. It's ganna be a long day you frown Boxcars sensing your distress set a paperbag infront of you; your mouth waters at the smell of greasey fast food appeasing you effectively. You ponder on going on a food strike but you missed dinner yesterday and quite frankly your starving. You dig In as Boxcars watches you with an amused smile as you chow down. Deuce seeming content to continue to foan over you. Slicks passes out on the couch opposite of yours. "Plain and simply kid tell us what we want to know and your home free its that easy" Boxcars say jazz handing the idea. You want to call Droogs bluff but you go with your better judgment. You pull you legs closer to you unintentionally yanking your chain. You huff as it digs into your ankle leaving nasy red marks on your skin. Droog get up and looks over you. "Turning you loose run and find out for yourself what happens" he says monotoned with a cigarette planted between his lips. You feel much better with out the cuff, Droog rubs the red marks earning a hiss of pain from you. "Sorry put it to tight, was in a rush at the time" he said apologetically indifferent as it gets. You nod in understanding meeting his stern glaze. Boxcars rewarps to blanket over you "take a load off kid you look beat" Boxcars say softly. You find yourself noding off. You begin to like Boxcars best as he ruffles your hair affectionately. You yawn and Deuce cues at your antics.

End of chapter one
Thx for reading sorry if the ending was kinda rushed I didn't know how to end it please read and review