#it takes one piece of info from women n i throw a man in the trash <3 bye <3 eat shit <3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

planecrashdreams · 3 years ago

Text

Take My Breath Away

Peter Parker x Stark!daughter

Summary: The Avengers are close to unveiling The Vulture’s plan to destroy the city. They uncover that his son is throwing a ball with all of the most notorious villains within the city. It is decided that you, along with Peter, must attend to gather intel.

Warnings: *violence* *swearing* *fight scenes* *mentions of blood/wounds*

Peter & Y/N are 18

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call everyone into the lab in 5 minutes, I need to have a meeting.” Tony announces while peering at the screen in front of him.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice floods the entire compound inviting everyone to meet with your dad. You however, were busy doing your homework with the boy you’ve had a crush on for what feels like a century.

“Ughh, not again. What does dad want this time?” You whine getting up from your chair.

“Come on, Y/N, it sounds important, he said he wanted us in the lab.”

“I’m not even an Avenger, why do I have to be involved?” You say slightly annoyed.

You and Peter were the last ones to join the meeting and your dad started talking almost immediately.

“I found a new lead on Vulture, his son Dimitri Toomes is having a party for all of the mafia bosses and criminals and that roam the city. This party is taking place tonight at 8pm. I’m going to get you Nat, and you Steve, to attend this party as a couple to uncover more intel as you can—“

“Wait, but, how old is this Dimitri Toomes anyway? Isn’t he just a kid?” Bucky interrupts.

“Yeah, isn’t he like 18 or 19?” Nat also jumps in.

“I don’t think sending Nat and Steve in for this mission is such a good idea, Tony. He would know not to trust them once he saw them. We need someone younger.” Bruce suggests.

“No, I’m not sending Peter in to do this mission. Peter hasn’t done many missions, and this one involves the mafia and every criminal in New York!” Tony says sternly.

“Well, we weren’t thinking Peter exactly...” Bruce says very quietly.

“NO! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD EVEN THINK TO OFFER MY DAUGHTER TO GO ON A MISSION!” Tony yells loud enough for the whole city to hear.

“Yeah, uh, Bruce, I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink but sending me for this? What!??” You say very frightened and shocked.

“Tony, I know you would never want to do this in a million years, but hear us out. Dimitri is a young man, he’ll be easily persuaded if something strikes his interest. If we send Y/N, she’ll intrigue him and make him lower his guard and he could reveal his father’s plans. If we do this, we won’t send her alone. Someone will be there to watch out for her.” Bruce explains.

“I can’t believe I’m actually having to consider this plan.” Tony confesses.

“I’ll do it if you guys keep a close watch of me. I just want to get it done and over with.” You agree to Bruce’s plan but almost regret it.

“Y/N wants to go through with it, Tony? Are you okay going through with this?”

“Ok. But she goes in and she’s coming back out as quick as possible.” Tony finally agrees.

“We need to get ready now, the party starts in a couple of hours.” Tony leads the way out of the lab.

“Y/N, you’re going to need a dress to wear to this party. Steve, you’re going to be her chaperone and you’ll need a suit. Nat, Bucky, Thor—“

“Mr. Stark? Can I come and help keep watch of Y/N?” Peter interjects.

“Peter I’d feel more comfortable with you staying here in the compound.”

“Please, Mr. Stark, my spidey-sense can be helpful for this and I want to help keep Y/N safe an I kno—“

“Okay! Peter, fine, you can help Steve keep watch. Just be careful, and if I feel you’re not safe I will pull you out from the mission. Got it?”

“Yes! Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter beams, now he can keep watch on you to make sure you stayed safe.

Everyone headed off to help prepare for the mission and you headed up to your bedroom to get ready for what you thought was possibly the worst party ever.

Nat hung a few dresses on your closet door for you to wear tonight. But one caught your eye. It was gorgeous, it was a shade of dark blue. The fabric was silky and vibrant. The colour made your mind wander to a certain boy whose favourite colour is blue. Peter. “Well, I guess the night won’t be as terrible.” You thought to yourself happy that you got to feel pretty at least. The dress was a ball gown and sparkled in certain lighting.

You put your dress on and had Nat help you style your hair into a princess braid updo. You did your makeup, a few layers of mascara and a layer of pink peach tinted lip gloss. A simple look, but still radiated beauty. Your wore a pair of little black heels under your dress and went on your way downstairs.

Peter dressed himself in a simple black suit that he wore to the last school dance. He even shaved and gelled his hair a bit. Steve also dawned a suit, but dark grey. They went over a plan of how they would surveillance the party while keeping an eye on you. In the middle of their conversation, you start coming down the stairs. Step by step, Peter comes into your view and you smile taking in how handsome he was, especially in a suit.

Peter gasped looking at you, he couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were and wished he could’ve been the one spending the night with you. Just thinking about Dimitri being with you sent him into an internal rage. But looking at your smile takes him away from that thought. He realizes you’ve been standing there for almost a minute and he hasn’t said a word to you.

“Wow, you look... pretty.” Peter says rubbing his arms.

“Yeah, you really are beautiful, Y/N.” Steve adds.

“Aw, thanks guys. And you both look very handsome.” You say shyly.

Peter looks up at Steve with an annoyed look, jealous that he made a comment about your appearance. Steve just laughs messing with Peter.

You, Steve, and Peter all drive to Dimitri Toomes’ party and discuss what the game plan will be.

“Ok, here’s what I’m thinking, Y/N goes in and scopes for Dimitri, she talks with him and get him comfortable with her. She’ll lead him on with questions about his family business. Once we get enough intel, she calls it a night and we get her out of there. Y/N, you’re going to go by a fake name and say you’re the daughter of the mafia boss, Lorenzo Bianchi. Just make up answers the best you can to his questions. We’ll be in your ear the whole night and we’ll help you talk to him. Peter and I will walk around the party to look for any suspicious behaviour and to keep a closer eye on you. If at any time you don’t feel safe anymore, say “my head hurts” got it?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’m still really nervous about this.” You say scared about the whole situation you were about to enter.

“Don’t worry, Peter and I are with you the entire night. Just act natural and you’ll be okay. We are here.”

The three of you enter and immediately disperse. You enter the ballroom and turn heads as you move towards the bar. As you get to the bar, your eyes meet with a seducing glare. It almost made you uncomfortable but it was oddly alluring. You notice this man is young and clean cut. He was wearing a lighter suit with a dark black shirt. He was very tidy for a criminal.

“That’s him, Y/N. Across the bar from you. Make your move.” Steve says in your earpiece.

You instead have a better idea. You made sure his eyes were still fixed on you and flutter your eyes slightly and order yourself a drink. Just as you predicted, he got up from his seat and made his way over to you.

“Excuse me, miss, I don’t think I know you.” He says with a dark masculine voice.

“You’re right, you don’t know me.” You say slightly shocked at how unintentionally confident you were coming across.

“Beautiful and funny, now I’m sure I haven’t met you before.” He chuckles.

“Dimitri Toomes.” He says now leaning on the bar bench beside you.

“Francesca Bianchi.” You say now making eye contact with the man.

“You’re Lorenzo Bianchi’s daughter? Wow, he never said he had a daughter. A sexy one too.” He says looking over you with a venomous sound in his voice.

Peter was listening to this entire conversation and he was starting to get annoyed by Dimitri’s tone with you. His fist was squeezed tight and his knuckles turned white.

“Y/N, flirt back with him. You’ve got him attention and he’ll be easier to pry if he’s getting your attention back.” Steve suggests.

Peter is now dying inside, having to hear the conversation that’s about to happen. He wants to pull you away and not have you be flirted with by someone who only looks at you as a piece of meat.

“Well, I’m his little girl after all, he wants to protect me as much as he can. He wouldn’t want me to go out and find myself a new kind of daddy.” You say looking deep into his eyes and slightly biting your lip.

Both Peter and Steve stood still, mouth agape at what they just overheard you say. Peter was slightly turned on by your confident tone and how on the nose you were. He was still of course bothered that you were talking to Dimitri. Peter tried to keep his cool for the sake of the mission and your safety.

“Careful what you say, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to say something you don’t mean.” Toomes says towering over you now with a very condescending tone.

“Who said I didn’t mean it? And any way, how do you know my father?” You ask, trying to push for information.

“Lorenzo is a friend of my father’s. My father is working on a plan to run the city better for the mafia. And how do you not know this? Does your father know you’re here?” Dimitri asks slightly suspicious of you.

“My father doesn’t like women being involved with his business. I just want to look out for my father, I don’t want him getting into trouble is all.” You say hoping this puts him off your scent.

“Ah, the delicate princess, of course, I mean, if you were mine, I wouldn’t let anyone touch you, except me of course.” He says now trailing his fingertips along your forearm to your hand.

Unsure of how to react you just play along with him hoping Steve or Peter will help direct your next move.

“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, Y/N. Try getting more info out of him. He’s buying it.” Steve guides you. Peter at this point is speechless, he was stuck in an internal rage. He wanted to kill this guy just because he touched you.

“Dimitri?” You say with a higher pitch now hoping to sound too cute to decline.

“Hmm?” He hums in response.

“Could you tell me what my dad is planning on doing to make the mafia run better?” You ask fluttering your lashes, not breaking eye contact with him.

“I don’t know, Princess. I think it’s best to keep you out of it. Your father thinks so.” He says looking at you, now taking your hand and pulling you up from your seat.

“We can talk over by the balcony, it’s more private there, and I like my privacy.” He says very ominous. You were now feeling pale, unsure of what he meant by that. As you both move towards the balcony, your eyes meet with Peter’s and he looked concerned. He followed close behind the both of you, not daring to let you out of his sight.

“Now, Princess, I’ll tell you just a little bit to give you piece of mind about your your father. Your father works by conducting drug runs across the borders and selling drugs to smaller criminal groups within the city. Lately, the drugs have been resurfacing and the police have been finding out what groups are in possession of these drugs. Your father made a business deal with my father to make these weak groups disappear. My father in turn, had your father invest in most lethal warfare for taking over the city. As of now, our fathers have almost successfully taking over a stronghold, and they’re not stopping there.” He says, taking pride in his father’s work.

“Wow, I never knew my father would actually be helping take over the whole city.” You say in fake awe.

“But enough about that, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you tonight, darling. In the moonlight you are just mouthwatering.” He says, moving closer to you taking a handful of your hair to move away from your neck. He leans in to start kissing your neck. You jitter from the sudden touch of his hand. As he kisses your neck you step away from him. You could sense Peter was near.

“What’s wrong, princess? I was just kissing you.” He says deep in lust.

“Oh, I.. know it’s just, I’m really thirsty, would it be possible if you could get me a drink?” You ask hoping he would so you could catch your breath and talk to Peter.

“Okay, I’ll be back, don’t move.” He says as he makes his way back to the bar.

You exhale deeply and Peter appears almost out of nowhere.

“Y/N! I can’t believe that guy! I want to kill him, if we weren’t on a mission right now I would do it right now—“ Peter whispers loudly.

“Pete, I’m okay, he’s creepy, but harmless. I got so much intel for him. This plan is working well so far, I’m going to try for a little more, and then we’ll get out of here.” You say trying to reassure Peter, but also starting to blush at how much he really cared about you. Does he maybe like you back?

“You gotta go before he comes back.” You tell him almost shooing him away.

A few seconds pass and Dimitri appears with your drink just in time that Peter wasn’t stood beside you.

“Thanks.” You say taking a sip from the glass.

A few minutes pass and your head starts to spin. Your vision is blurry and and your eyelids feel heavy. You tried to remember what Steve said to alert him.

“My head hurts.” You say mumbling, losing control of your voice.

“You know, you really shouldn’t trust people you don’t know, Princess.” He says darkly. Why did he do this? Did he hear you and Peter?

You lose control of your body and start to tumble forward, but a pair of strong arms catches you before hitting the hard ground.

..........

You wake, arms and ankles tied in a dark concrete room. Where was this place? Am I still at the party? You ask yourself.

Moments later you hear footsteps approaching the door to your concrete room. You close your eyes hoping that whoever it was would think you’re still unconscious.

The footsteps approach closer and closer until they stop directly in front of you.

A hand hits you across the face, you shudder from it and find that it is none other than Dimitri.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He says with no recognizable tone in his voice. You almost revaluated if the man even was Dimitri.

“So, you think you would just stumble into my party hoping to steal all of our information? And by the way I know your fucking name isn’t Francesca Bianchi! Bianchi has no children!” He says now very angry at your attempt to deceive him earlier.

“I saw you arrive at the party with those two men, as soon as I saw that, I knew to pay attention to you. Women who show up with bodyguards aren’t good news around here.” He scolds you.

“Now, do you want to tell me who you and those men are? Or do you want me to beat it out of you?” He says bringing his face down to meet yours, taking your chin in his hand.

“Go fuck yourself!” You shout, heart racing at your courage.

Dimitri laughs and suddenly slaps you across the the face. You can feel blood starting to drip from your nose now.

“Talk like a bitch, get slapped around like a bitch!” He yells at you even angrier.

“Do something stupid like that again, I’ll have kill one of your boyfriends.” He says with a sharp tongue.

Did he actually have Peter and Steve captive? You couldn’t help thinking it was your fault, he must have heard you talking to Peter before he drugged you.

“No! Do whatever you want to me but don’t hurt them!” You yell back at him.

“Aw, does someone have a little soft spot for them? I’m thinking you like the little one. He was so bothersome, following us all night. I just couldn’t get you alone could I?” He says with an irritated tone.

“It’s too bad too, I was really starting to like you, you’re quite the flirt.” He says as he shifts closer to you. You try to move away from him but fail, he picks you up and takes you out of the concrete room.

You now find yourself in tied in a chair in a room with mob men. All of them look intimidating, these men were decorated in scars and appeared quite muscular.

“Now princess, I’m leaving you here to think about what you might want to tell me. I’m going to visit your little boyfriends, if you try anything stupid I’ll fucking kill you instantly.” He says sharply and disappears.

You were beyond scared, you didn’t think much of Dimitri when you met him. You just thought he was a rich kid who thought he was a top dog. But now being at his mercy you were so terrified. You were even more scared thinking about what awful things he could be doing to Steve and Peter.

“Steve!.... Steve, are you awake?” Peter asks quietly hoping that the cap was okay.

“Yeah... I’m fine, my head is spinning a bit.” Steve reassures Peter.

“We gotta get out of here, Y/N needs us, I hope she’s okay, I don’t know what I’d do if she was hurt.” Peter cries out.

“It’s okay Peter, relax, we’ll figure something out and we’ll get Y/N. Just let me think of something.” Steve says now thinking of an escape plan.

Peter struggles in his ropes and realizes his knots were not as tight as they should have been. “Hey, Cap? I think I can get out of my ties.”

“That’s great, looks like someone underestimated you.” Steve says struggling in his ties hoping his were loose also.

Peter got his wrists free and is now working on his ankle ties. As he finishes freeing himself, the door starts opening and Peter resumes to his position when tied.

“Boys, you’re awake now?” A dark voice emerges from the black doorway.

“Why are we here?” Steve boldly replies.

“To answer my questions, that little girl certainly had a lot for me tonight. Now, you have the option to answer and be good boys, or, you can dodge my questions and have her get beaten again. Your choice.” Dimitri says coldly.

“You won’t put your damn hands on her you piece of shit!!!” Peter says, now having a nerve struck after hearing that you have been beaten.

Dimitri laughs at Peter’s reaction, “And what? You think you’re going to do something about it? You’re just a kid, and you’re tied!”

“Am I?” Peter says pouncing onto Dimitri, punching him in the jaw.

“Poor choice little boy.” Dimitri says pulling out a knife.

Dimitri lunges towards Peter with his knife and tries slicing Peter’s arm. Peter dodges Dimitri and elbows Dimitri in the face. Dimitri stumbles behind Peter and takes the opportunity to stab Peter in the shoulder. Peter gasps and lands on a knee in front of Steve. He slowly pulls the knife out of his shoulder and drops it on the floor. This only sets more of a fight in Peter, Peter grapples Dimitri and pulls him to the ground. They both wrestle and each try to knock each other out.

As Peter and Dimitri fight, Steve is in arm’s reach of Dimitri’s knife and uses it to cut the ropes from his wrists. A few moments later Steve has now freed himself and helps Peter knock Dimitri out. Peter exhausted, can still only wonder if you were alright. He didn’t want to take a breath, he needed to save you.

“We have to find Y/N!” Peter tells Steve, now running out of the room.

“Peter hold on, we need to be careful, we don’t know what are doing with her. And what are we going to do with Dimitri? We can’t just leave him like this.” Steve warns Peter of his reckless behavior.

“Do you want me to finish him? Cause I’ll do it!” Peter says very dominantly.

“No! We can’t kill him! We need him for more information. We should tie him up and come back for him once we find Y/N.” Steve explains.

Steve and Peter tie Dimitri to a pipe, making it harder for him to remove himself if he were to wake up.

“We should split up, listen you can climb quietly along the walls and the ceilings and not be seen. I’ll go search areas around here.” Steve leads.

Before Steve could even finish his thought, Peter was already on the ceiling making his way to a room.

“And Peter, be careful!!” Steve’s voice echoes.

You were sitting in a chair with five mutants surrounding you in a circle. Your wrists were bruising from the restraints and they wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you tried.

“Stop struggling, sweetheart.” You hear one of them say. “We don’t want to hurt your beautiful face.”

“Why am I tied up when there’s five of you? Is Dimitri afraid I’ll overpower you.” You question.

The same man turns around and slaps you hard across the face. You cheek stung and became numb in a matter of seconds. What the hell? Why did he hit me?! You think to yourself.

“You don’t talk about Dimitri Toomes like that. Show some respect.” He says enraged.

You decided to push him some more. You didn’t know if it was out of pure courage or pure stupidity.

“Why the fuck would I respect him? He beat me!” You scream.

“That man is the son of Adrian Toomes, he’s among the strongest men in the city!” He defends.

“He’s a child, he’s not strong, I know plenty of stronger men and women than him!” You argue.

The man grows more annoyed and tired of your stubbornness. He pulled his arm back and whipped his hand hard across your face. Your cheek burned and you could taste blood on your tongue. You barely let out a whimper.

“You keep talking, and I’ll fucking end you right here.” He says very seriously.

As Peter is crawling along the walls and ceilings of the concrete hideout, he feels the hairs on his arms stand. His spider senses were going haywire. He sensed you nearby. He could hear muffled voices coming from a room ahead of him, he rushed to the doorway and listened for your voice but instead he only heard cries of pain from you. He crawled into the room and met eyes with you. You smile now knowing you were going to be okay. You wanted to help Peter have a better chance at freeing you. You needed to come up with a distraction and fast.

“Hey, do you hear that?” You say curiously.

“Hear what?”

“There! Did you hear it now? It was a loud slam! It sounds like it’s coming from outside of this room!” You say trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“You better not be lying, Dimitri will torture you and your friends even worse than you imagined.”

“Fine. Don’t believe me. Dimitri might be fighting off both of my friends right now.” You say coy.

The man scoffs and slowly leaves the room not breaking eye contact until he fully leaves. Another man follows for reassurance. Only three men remained in the room. Peter could handle them, these men were much scrawnier compared to the other two men.

Peter slowly crawls down the wall behind you and plans his attack. He looks over to you and makes a web shooting motion with his hand. You nodded, knowing exactly what his idea was.

Peter stuck his wrist out and shot webs at man leaving him stuck on the ground. The other two men were now aware of Peter’s presence and began attacking him.

Peter shoots his webs at one of the remaining men’s wrists, removing his knife. Peter then punches the man’s jaw and swings him down. The other man was more difficult to fight. He was much stronger than Peter anticipated.

Peter swung his fist to make contact with man, the man dodges and makes a quick hit to Peter’s ribs. You could see the pain oozing from his face. You cried for Peter, wanting him to be okay.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Peter says staggering in his place trying to get his momentum back. Peter tried to take another swing and hits the man in the cheek. The man is slightly fazed, but kicks Peter off his feet. The man puts Peter in a chokehold. You yell at the man to stop.

“You want me to stop? I don’t know, I think loverboy could take some more.” The man taunts.

As the man taunts you, Peter loosens the man’s grip from his neck. “It’s going to take a lot more for you to take me down that easily.” Peter huskily replies to the man.

Peter then elbows the man in the ribs, knocking the wind right out of him. Peter removes himself from him and reverses the positions between them. He then grabs the man’s collar and punches the man hard, knocking him out.

Peter steps back still looking at the man. He is breathing hard. You look Peter over, glancing at all of his wounds. His neck was already bruising, his fists were bloody, his clothes were ripped and bloodied, his jaw was bruised. You also notice a large stab wound in his shoulder. When did he get that?! Peter was a mess and you blamed it on yourself.

“Peter... you’re hurt.” You say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m okay, please don’t cry.” He says as he quickly makes his way to you.

You could see him breathing deep and hunch in pain when he makes certain movements.

“No, you’re not Peter. Every time you move I can see it hurts you. You were also stabbed, how long ago did that happen? This is all my fault, if I had been better at lying and not trusting Dimitri none of this would have happened.”

“Y/N this is not your fault at all! Please don’t blame yourself for this. Dimitri tried to fight me and he ended up stabbing me. You don’t have to worry about him, he’s not going to hurt you again. We’re okay, and we’re gonna get out of here.” He says now untying you from your chair.

“I put you into a situation where you got hurt, I couldn’t bare to watch that asshole choke you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he actually killed you.” You say now sobbing thinking of what the outcome could’ve been.

“He didn’t, you’ve still got me. I would’ve chosen for him to take me down over you getting hurt.” He says comforting.

“I really don’t know what I would’ve done if one of those assholes had you like that. I could hear you crying. That’s how I found you. They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” He says now getting very tense. You could feel it, being the only one with him.

“Peter?” You say interrupting him.

“Yeah Y/N?

You lean in wrapping your arms around his neck gently to kiss him. He takes control fast and kisses you deeply and sweetly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked down the stairs back at the compound.” You admit aloud.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you, I just never knew how to tell you and I thought you only liked me as a friend.” Peter says now very shyly.

“And, you kinda took my breath away when you came down the stairs in that dress. You know blue is my favourite colour.” Peter admits.

You cut him off and kiss him again, reassuringly.

“I know! I picked that dress out of Nat’s options for you. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, Pete.” You confess.

Just as you were leaning in again. Your dad busts the door in finding the both of you in an embrace.

“Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY! THANK GOD I FOUND YOU TWO!” Tony says very relieved.

Steve, Nat, Bruce, and Bucky enter behind and relax finding the both of you safe. Once Steve and Bruce see that you’re both okay, they breakaway from the group to find Dimitri to bring back for questioning.

“Dad! We’re okay! How did you find us?” You say beaming.

“I put a tracker on your bracelet so we could locate you in case of an emergency.” Tony says.

“Wait, I’ve had this bracelet for over a year now. You did just put a tracker on it now right?” You say suspicious.

“...”

“DAD! There’s a thing called privacy! You can’t stalk my every move!!..” As you get mad you slowly realize if it weren’t for your irratic father, you may never have escaped.

“Thanks, dad.” You say running up to him hugging him tightly.

He squeezes back, then realizes who you were hugging moments before when he broke the door down.

“Hey Peter, do you want to explain to me why you were hugging my daughter?” He says protectively.

“Dad! Stop! He saved me, if it weren’t for Pete I wouldn’t have made it.” You say defending Peter.

“And, I love him.”

“Ok.... And we will have a discussion about this later young lady. I don’t like the idea of you using the L word.” He says now leading the way out of the room.

The Avengers follow Tony, you and Peter are left alone for a moment in the room again.

“Thanks for defending me, Y/N. Did you mean that also?” He says softly.

“Yeah I did.” You say placing your hand in his.

You both follow along still hand in hand. “Also, my dad will get over us liking each other. He tells me how great of a guy you are all the time.” You chirp.

“What if he doesn’t? I don’t think he’d think I’m a great guy if I’m dating his daughter.” Peter says slightly concerned.

“Then it’ll be our little secret.” You say whispering to him.

“That’s a secret I could keep.” Peter says now smiling looking back at you.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #spider man x y/n #spider man x reader #spider man imagine #peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker fluffy #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction

119 notes · View notes

wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years ago

Text

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Time

55 - “She’ll bleed out before nightfall and you think we should stay? Are you stupid?”

Thanks for the request Anon. Probably one of the hardest ones to write.

Warning: Violence, Blood

Word Count: 1,704

******

“Jesus! Could they not have chosen a better location?”

A shiver runs up your spine as you run through the building. Gun shots, grunts, and curses fill the air as you slide behind a cement pillar.

Snow billows past the windows outside. The cold pours into the facility as if the walls aren’t even there.

You were told during briefing that it would be cold, the mission being in Siberia, But your girlfriend had cockily mentioned that she didn’t get cold and you took that as a challenge. So you stupidly pulled on one jacket and a thermal before coming out here.

“Don’t tell me you’re cold.”

A grimace passes your face at her teasingly sultry voice.

You huff,“ bite me Romanoff.”

She chuckles, pausing to let off a couple shots,“ since you asked nicely.”

Thank god no one can see the heat rising to your cheeks.

“If you two could save the flirting for later, that would be nice.” The voice of the young witch joins.

“Sorry Wan.” You apologize, knowing Natasha won’t.

It takes the three of you another thirty minutes to clear the floor before you head to look for the data.

Splitting up, you each go into a room. Apparently these guys keep a lot of files.

You’re tempted to make a comment on it but decide against that. You’ve joked enough during this mission and it’s best to focus up.

Searching through the room proves fruitless. There isn’t a single bit of the info you need in here.

“I’m empty.” You speak into the comms, leaving the room with a frown.

Natasha had gone left and Wanda right. Knowing the red head can handle herself(and that you didn’t want to be that girlfriend) you go right.

You find that Wanda has just barely finished searching half the room when you enter. Giving the girl a supportive smirk, you search the other side.

It’s when she opens the last filing cabinet that you hear it.

tick tick tick

“Wanda move! Now!’ You shout and the girl takes off running.

She’s just made it to the door when it goes off. You throw yourself behind her, taking the brunt force of the explosion.

You want to scream when you feel the heat rush up your side, joined by the pain of something piercing your back. It’s a blinding pain, starting at one spot in in the middle of your back and spreading.

Natasha, having heard your call, rushes down the corridor. Her green eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you on the ground.

A piece of green metal sticks out of your body and jacket, shrapnel from the filing cabinets. The material of your jacket is quickly staining with blood.

She moves faster than she ever had, kneeling beside your body, and picking your face up off the ground.

Trying her best to maintain a calm composure, she presses the button on her ear piece,“ Steve. Steve come in, we need evac now. Y/n’s down.”

When static replies she feels the panic starting. The building has to be blocking her signal, they were communicating fine outside.

“Wanda.” She snaps at the girl unintentionally.“ Help me get her up, we can’t stay here.”

Together the women hoist you up, your arms around their shoulders, feet held by Wanda’s powers. You’re just barely holding on to consciousness as they carry you through the facility.

Once you get outside, the cold doesn’t help. The wind whips past your face, snow quickly sticking to your eyebrows.

Natasha tries the coms again,“ Steve come in, we need medics and evac now.”

“We-” static,“ Natash-” more static,“ wait.”

She clenches her teeth and nods for Wanda to keep walking. The facility obviously has some sort of signal jammer.

Not knowing how far it extends, she doesn’t stop until she has you under heavy cover. Trees block the snow from falling so heavily and small cave allows for some shield from the heat.

Once again she tries.“ Steve, we need evac and medical.”

“On it.”

Having his reply makes her give a relieved breath of air.

She runs her fingers through your hair, your head in her lap as you breath raggedly,“ I have to take a look at this y/n.”

You just barely nod.

As carefully as possible, she pulls your arm from the jacket, hating the way you hiss in pain with each movement. The back of your shirt is completely soaked in blood, letting her know exactly how much you’re bleeding.

The metal sticks out from your ribcage. You’re still breathing but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t hit your lung or any of the arteries around it,

“I’m sorry baby.” She says before tearing your shirt from the bottom to the top of the wound.“ Wanda, give me your scarf.”

Apart from slowing the bleeding, there’s nothing she can do. She wraps the scarf around shrapnel to catch the blood spilling from further.

You don’t make any sounds of complaint, which would’ve been good had you not been losing so much blood.

She’s quick to turn your head. Her eyes widen when she sees your shut eyes and she starts tapping your face.

“Y/n open your eyes.” You simply hum.“ I need you to wake up.” She taps a little harder and your eyes flutter.

They’re just barely open but they’re open.

On the other side of you, Wanda sits, hugging her knees to her chest. She’s blaming herself for this. You were shielding her.

“It’s cold.” You mumble, head nuzzling closer to Natasha’s body.

She nods,“ I know. Evac will be here soon.”

As if having heard her, Steve’s voice returns,“ Natasha, we’re having a hard time finding your exact location. There’s a storm in the way. We need you to stay right there.”

Natasha frowns, angrily pressing the coms button,“ she’ll bleed out before nightfall and you think we should stay? Are you stupid?” She snaps into the coms, panic masking itself as rage.

The man replies quickly,“ we’re working as fast as we can.”

“Doesn’t sound very soon to me.”

Somehow, while barely holding on to consciousness, you manage to make jokes. Natasha’s and Wanda’s laughs are short lived though as they notice your state worsening.

You start to sweat despite the cold, body shivering, as you fall unconscious.

Both women surround you, calling your name to wake you.

Wanda presses the button on the coms and tearfully begs Steve to do something. She knows there’s not much he can do but she can’t lose someone else.

As she speaks to the Captain, Natasha stays cradling your head on her lap.

“Please wake up lyubov moya. You promised me a vacation after this.” She’s freaking out and has to stop herself from rocking.

You’d taken to doing that whenever she had nightmares and it soothed her to sleep. She didn’t want to rock you and make you fall further into unconsciousness.

Her fingers trail down your arm, wrapping around your wrist to feel your abnormally weak. It’s then that a single tear rolls down her cheek.

“Y/n, detka, please.” She begs, hand rubbing your cold, clammy cheek.

There’s far too much for you two to do together for you to die. She wouldn’t be able to handle that.

She’d spent some many nights dreaming of a future with you. Dreaming of the day she makes you her wife. She can’t lose you.

She’s so lost in the thought of losing you she doesn’t hear the whirring of the jet’s engine.

“Natasha, they’re here.” Wanda shakes the woman from her own mind.

The medics move fast, running the short mile into the woods, getting you on the stretcher, and back to the jet.

Wanda and Natasha follow closely, rejecting the medical attention offered to them.

Brown and Green eyes watch every thing they do to you.

There isn’t much they can do in the jet but they replace the scarf with actual gauze, they hold the resuscitator to your mouth, pressing air into your lungs.

Neither woman leaves your side, that is until you’re pushed into the surgical room. From there they’re asked to wait outside.

Hope lies deep in Natasha’s heart. She’s never been religious but she’s praying. Begging whatever higher power there might be that you’re okay.

Wanda wraps her arm around the woman, giving the little comfort she can.

It’s no long from that point that Sam, Steve, and Bucky come down to the med bay. Sam is quick to ask questions, earning a slap over the head from Bucky.

Steve just sits on Natasha’s other side and holds her hand.

“She’ll be okay.” He sighs.“ She’s a fighter.”

That’s what it all rests on. You have to be a fighter or you won’t pull through. Or at least that’s what the doctor comes to tell them hours later.

None of them had moved but the second she steps out they’re standing in front of her.

She pulls her mask off and sighs,“ we removed the metal from her side, along with the remaining pieces of imbedded shrapnel. It managed to tear her lung but it wasn't too deep and we were able to stitch it up. We also stopped the internal bleeding cause by a severed vein. Had it been an artery she wouldn’t have made it so that’s good news.”

“Doc,” Steve stops her before she can speak again,“ is she okay?”

The doctor shrugs,“ right now she’s asleep. A self induced coma, her body’s way of getting her to rest and heal with out disruption. We’ve done everything we can. It’s all up to her now.”

"Can I see her?’

Natasha’s voice had never been so quiet, so soft. She’d barely been heard.

“Of course.”

Both women leave the team behind, walking through the med bay, and to the bed you lay in.

Natasha instantly hates seeing all those machines and tubs connected to you. But you still look as beautiful as the day she met you.

She sits in the chair beside your bed and clutches your hand in hers like it’s all that’s grounding you both.

“Please wake up. I need you.” She cries.“ I love you.”

******

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #asks #request

317 notes · View notes

lisinfleur · 4 years ago

Text

The request:

Author’s Notes | It took me some time, but here it is! I hope you like it!

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98, Part I

Words | 1530

⁑ Warnings: Some cursing

She'd learned from him more than he really wanted to deliver. And yet, it was almost anything in face of what she had said to him. Ivar heard of lands he never dreamed about, people he never thought could exist. Colored people, different people, women with beauty unknown to his eyes, men with a strength he had never seen before, and different techniques to fight the wars he knew would reach his lands someday. That woman, Y/N, she was almost able to make him think his crown was really nothing at all. She was almost able to make Ivar think releasing himself from the weight of the metal piece in his head and break the bonds with his lands forever to explore the world by her side was something more desirable than the throne under his butt.

But she was clear with her words, as always.

"Where I go, I go. No one goes with me and I walk beside the wind. I have no partners, son of Odin. If you want to make the world your path and the knowledge your journey, you may do it by yourself."

It wasn't that attractive without her.

Somehow, that woman had taken Ivar's attention in such a deepness that it was starting to pull him away from the obligations as a king. Everything was being delivered to Hvitserk under him so he could spend more time learning, teaching, speaking to that amazing visitor he didn't know for sure when would leave his lands to never come back into his life.

It was one chance he couldn't lose.

But his absence was bothering Hvitserk - especially when the full work of a king was over his shoulders but no benefit from the crown was being ceded to him.

"And what is this that you do that's so more important than your obligation towards the people you fought so hard to conquer, uh, brother?" Hvitserk said, annoyed. "Since that woman came into our lands, you spend whole days with her, sometimes I noticed you spend even nights awake, speaking all sorts of secret subjects nobody is allowed to participate. Who's this woman after all? Will you make her your queen?"

Ivar didn't have to answer when Y/N entered the room right on time to listen to his brother's mischievous questions.

"I have no interest in occupying this place, young prince," she said.

That kinda bothered Ivar a little. It was stated that she wasn't interested in any carnal conjunction or relationships other than understanding the whole world around her, but it was annoying that she would say so explicitly that she didn't want him or he couldn't attract her in any way as she was able to do to him.

However, Ivar knew pretty well others had tried to make her theirs and they failed before. And as she said, others would try and would fail as well... She was a woman, but not a woman at the same time. It was complicated.

But easy to understand she wouldn't belong to him at all.

What would console him was to think she wouldn't belong to anyone else as well.

"And what is it that you want then?" Hvitserk turned his questions towards her and Ivar then sat; a malicious grin on his lips. He knew pretty well those questions wouldn't bother her.

It would be fun to see his brother's reaction to what had bothered him so long ago.

"She says she wants to learn. I'm teaching her," he said, catching Hvitserk's eyes for a moment before the older brother would frown, annoyed. "And she's teaching me too."

"Speak clearly!" Hvitserk charged. "Our men complain of your absence, our people ask about their king, some are even wondering if they're under you or under me, brother. Is this what you want? To cede me the crown and go learn or teach our new pet?"

"I'm no one's pet, young prince," the woman manifested again, short and calm, in that tone that was so annoying for Hvitserk as it was for Ivar when he first heard that impassivity.

"Then who the heck are you, woman?"

Ivar almost broke a rib not to laugh at his brother's annoyance, remembering his own irritation when he'd just met Y/N after that sick fight of hers against his men.

There she was, once again, sliding her fingers through the runes she liked so much to learn about, carved in the pillars of his halls, ignoring his brother's anger as much as she had ignored his own.

"A learner, I've said before," she answered, calmly.

"Then find yourself a teacher who has less to do than ruling a kingdom, for the gods' sake!" Hvitserk exploded, fully annoyed. "Or you find someone else to work for you like this, Ivar. I'm not your damn slave!"

She rose her eyes towards the prince. Ivar glared at her, paying attention to her reactions. With time, he understood her glances would speak pretty more than her mouth. She was alert.

Hvitserk was acting like a threat and she would treat him like that.

"I suggest you calm down, Hvitserk," Ivar warned, with nothing but the intention to tease his older brother into the flames he could see into his eyes.

"Fuck you, Ivar!" Hvitserk lost his mind, infuriated. "I have been doing your gods damn work all this time as you're here playing house with this woman as if you had nothing more important to do! What is it that a wanderer has to teach you that's so amazing after all?"

"There is always something to be learned, always something to teach," Y/N said, catching Hvitserk's angry eyes towards her.

"Well guess what, stranger, you're wrong! I don't believe there is anything you can teach to a grown man like me. All you do here is just to occupy my brother's time and throw services that aren't mine over my shoulders!" he grunted back, fully harsh.

But Y/N just walked closer to him with that same cold expression Ivar learned was something natural for her. Out of nowhere, she lowered herself down in a quick movement, swirling around herself with one of her legs stretched, making a circle with her foot around her own body, passing through Hvitserk's legs in the way.

Ivar's eyes watched fully impressed as his brother's feet were lifted up from the ground almost at the same time she lifted herself up, swirling in the opposite direction and using the weight of the movement to hit her stretched leg against Hvitserk's chest, throwing his brother's back against the ground with a loud noise.

Two seconds and Hvitserk was laid flat over his back, with all his experience as a warrior beaten by an unarmed wanderer, as he'd called her himself. His eyes were large in surprise: he was barely able to see that coming or reach for his sword or any kind of protection. She could've killed him without a single effort.

"What is this woman... These are the words your head is searching for, brother," Ivar mocked, giggling at his brother's impressed expression.

But Y/N was looking at Hvitserk with the same blank expression from before.

"As I said, there is always something to learn and something to be taught. You've just learned this, which is something new in your life. And by the expression on your face, I believe my techniques are also something you just discovered I can teach you and you want to learn. Here is the time you wanted, young prince. I may take a part of my days to let King Ivar be what he has to be and do what a king shall do. While this, I shall follow you into your training camps and you may teach me how do you handle your swords and axes. In exchange, I shall teach you what you've seen today. Sounds like a fair deal for you?" she said, offering her hand to Hvitserk who accepted the firm grip to get up from the ground still impressed.

"Who are you, woman?" Hvitserk asked.

And Ivar smiled as she repeated words he'd heard from her mouth before.

"I'm Y/N, I’m a daughter of nobody, I came from nowhere, my destiny is the next step, and whatever the gods have prepared for me into it. I follow no god; I believe in all of them. I saw all lands; I belong to none of them. My home is the world, the roads, the dust. I'm a learner, young prince. That's what I am. But I can also be a teacher. And from now on, I think, we can teach each other."

"Go with her, Hvitserk. She'll teach you amazing things. But learn wisely. She won't stay forever," Ivar advised.

As his brother went away with the woman behind him, Ivar sighed. He would lose some of his precious time with her so she could teach Hvitserk her ways to fight. But if she had to teach someone else in his lands, then maybe she would stay a little longer.

It was a win/win game in the end.

And if there was something Ivar liked to do was winning...

Do you like my work? Support me!

Tagged ones:

|| @bluearchersstuff || @ivarswickedqueen || @directionlessbuthappy || @akamaiden || @bang-kim-bap || @cris101071 || @elysias-temple || @alicedopey || @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla || @lol-haha-joke || @readsalot73 || @rekdreams247 || @naaladareia || @laketaj24 || @therealcalicali || @grungyblonde || @arses21434 || @honestsycrets || @2thequietone4 || @blackspiritshake || @vikingsbifrost || @wallabieswisher || @lyanna-the-giantsbane || @chinduda || @isthat-tyra98 || @xinyourdreamsx || @thiahilmarsdottir || @queenbeeta || @winchesterwife27 || @gold-dragon-slayer || @mzliterarydreamer || @youbloodymadgenius || @marvelouuse || @tgrrose || @lif3snotouttogetyou || @lordsexmachine || @deathbyarabbit || @ietss || @thorins-queen-of-erebor || @didiintheblog || @h-e-a-v-y-l-e-a-t-h-e-r || @heavenly1927 || @alexhandersenx || @alexisshoto || @letsloveimagines || @astrape-the-weatherwitch || @destynelseclipsa || @charming-merlin ||

Want to be tagged? Ask me!

#history vikings #imagine vikings #ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar imagine #ivar x reader #ivar x OC #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #ivar's heathen army #sister wives #medium work #double shot

59 notes · View notes

loominggaia · 3 years ago

Text

Fanfic: New York (part 5)

Anon submitted a new chapter of their Looming Gaia fanfic “New York”! I’m going to put it under a cut due to content warnings, which Anon has provided below.

You can read the other parts under the fanfic tag.

Anonymous: Trigger warning for this chapter involves Issac and Jeimos being called racial and anti-trans slurs by a racist old man. You have been warned.

Issac just stood their as the old man launched himself into a full blown rant, screaming profanities and insults at him. Including a lot of what Issac could guess where more slurs as he used that n word a lot alongside some others. Issacs was just confused and upset, wondering what he did wrong to upset this guy? He got that answer when the old man started going on about how “lowly d@$kies like him need to respect their white superiors” and how all his kind should have been linched years ago.

Was that it?! Was this old man seriously attacking him like this over the color of his skin? What does that have to do with anything when their both human? What kind of strange hateful world has Evan gotten himself trapped in. Jeimos is was thinking the same thing, stepping in trying to deescalate the situation, tell the old man that Issac just wanted to help and this hateful rant was completely unnecessary. For their efforts the old man swung his cane at them, barely missing.

The old man turned his rant towards Jeimos, insulting their appearance, calling them an idiot snowflake for wearing fake ears and dying their hear red. He kept calling Jeimos male, they tried to squeak in a correction but only turned the old man even more hateful. Calling Jeimos a fruit cake and a special snowflake freak. The crowd was growing by the second, people holding their phone recording and trying to see what’s going on and people started yelling at the old man to stop, he continued.

The old man continued his hateful ranting, his words so passionately hateful that they would make an evanglite preacher blush in shame. A young dark skinned women stepped out of the crowd, a look of pure fiery defiance in her eyes as she stormed right up to racist old man, getting right in his face. “How about you take your racism and shove it up your ass and leave them alone you piece of shit boomer”!!! She yelled right in his face. The crowd awwwd at this and the old man stood their stupefied.

The old man, appalled at being interrupted tried to speak but was shut down by the young women. Every chance he tried to spew more hate she shot him down, calling him out for his racism and transphobia in front of the whole crowd. The crowd, inspired by her boldness, started booing the old man, insulting him and some even throwing trash at him. Isaac and Jeimos where just as absorbed by her as the rest of the crowd.

A young man popped out of a nearby store, wondering what all the noise was about. He walks up to the center of the angry mob and ask what’s happening, our pair and their defender explain what’s going on with the old man butting in trying to pin it all on them. The young man blushes in shame, revealing the old man to be his grandpa. He frantically apologizes and tries to usher his grandad away, revealing this was not the first time this has happened.

The old man calls everyone a bunch of overly sensitive snowflakes before indignity joining his highly embarrassed grandson. The crowd starts dispersing as the young women walks up to our pair, introducing herself as Jasmine and asking if their okay. They introduce themselves and thank her for stepping up and wonder what that old mans problem was. She ask that herself, wondering why some people have to be so hateful and backwards. The three part ways as the pair return to the hideout.

Kimi had invited Alaine and Lukus out to lunch as a thank you. The three stopping in a little bar & grill type place and being placed in a booth. Kimi went on asking them about themselves, curious to know who these two where. Lukus had decided that it be best not to reveal too much info about their mission or who they are so they kept their answers vague, only saying their foreigners.

That checked out as Kimi couldn’t quite place their accents and had to help them order, neither being able to read the menu. Alaine tried to order something alcoholic but got rejected since she didn’t have an id, much to her dismay. The three talked for alittle while and the pair found out alittle more about Kimi, finding out she’s a nurse at a out of town hospital and this was one of her day off. They didn’t ask about patients since she already told them she hasn’t seen Evan.

Kimi decides to pry alittle an ask them more about Evan. They tell her he’s a really close friend, and for Lukus his best friend and that he helped pull them both out of a bad spot in life. Kimi assures them that if this Evan guy where to come threw her hospital they’ll be the first people she calls but neither can give her a phone number. Their food arrives.

Reading this really highlights the differences between the real world the World of Looming Gaia. Despite freaky shit like floraspell and vampire torture dungeons, somehow LG just seems like a better place to be!

It is interesting to think about the discrimination these characters would face in the real world. They do face some level of discrimination in the series from time to time, but this just drives home how ridiculous real-world people are about the dumbest shit. Characters barely--if ever--even acknowledge skin color in the LG series, and when they do it’s just used as a descriptor. Their world is one where snake-people and mermaids and giant ogres are running around, so I think the humans of LG don’t scrutinize their differences nearly as hard as humans in the real world. Skin color is regarded the same way as hair or eye color; unimportant and irrelevant.

I knew Kimi must have had some ties to the hospital! I wonder if she can help them get Evan out. I’m excited to see where you take this story Anon, thanks again for the submission! TO BE CONTINUED...?

#fanfic #looming gaia

2 notes · View notes

harveywritings92 · 4 years ago

Text

How you met: Shay x Death Doula! Reader

Info on the reader's profession: A Death Doula is a person who assists in the dying process, unlike a regular doula who offer assistance for women in labor, Death Doula's deal with well... death! But they don't deal exclusively with just children, they were like an early version of grief counselors mixed with hospice nurse and funeral director all rolled into one package, their service list would include: Giving emotional,social and Psychological support, creating death plans, helping with funeral and memorial planning, and guiding mourners to their rights and responsibilities.

===================================

Shay was assigned by Haytham to investigate the rumor that a previous dead member was apparently alive and well. They were dismissed as just so... until, Thomas Hickey appeared before the grand master claiming to have seen the man, a one Robert Bancroft a former banker and tradesman wandering the New York market district, now that wouldn't be strange except Robert had dead for three months now! And what's more, apparently the late Mr. Bancroft has also gone on to calling himself Philip McCray not much info on that name though.

Haytham sent Shay to figure out this mystery, To start him off the grand master directed the former assassin to the home of an Undertaker: Father's name [l/n] seems there been a disturbance at his place of business that might just give them a lead to this mystery.

Shay was wary at approaching the large manor-like funeral home he heard whispers and accusations of the undertaker being a demon butcher who cut up bodies and ate their livers, others that he'd chop the limbs off and sew them to other bodies and used dark arts on them. Though Mr. Franklin who was an old friend of Mr. L/n assured Shay that those rumors were hogwash; what the experiments undertaker does with the deceased was simply a misunderstood science that will one day change the way everyone looks at life and death.

That didn't do much to calm the Irishman's nerves as the smell of Incense invaded his nose the closer he got closer the the mortuary, Shy paused for a moment to admire the birdcage shaped censers hanging by the door he thought them they were lanterns, but duty calls Shay walked inside where smell of lavender potpourri lingered in the air and the sound of arguing invaded his ears Shay followed where the voices were coming from and found himself in a large sitting room, where a y/ht y/hc woman in a black and purple dress around his age was arguing with older man.

"Well someone has to do something about this, The man's wife thinks we're hiding him!"

"I said no! No interrogations, no investigations, no bloody mystery solving! This will blow over soon."

"Yes and meantime Mr.Cray's wife is telling everyone under the sun, about how I'm some husband stealing harlot, While at the same time some ne'er-do-well going around pretending to the man!"

"The woman is grieving Y/n, you've been trained to recognize such delusions, she saw him die, their friend saw him die and...and..."

The man's voice trailed off finally noticing Shay watching them, he straightened himself up and cleared his throat, while the woman whip her head around to see what got his attention."Oh, a customer, Y/n go make some tea for... um" The Templar held his hand out. "Shay Cormac, and that won't be necessary... I'm here regarding a break-in three months ago?" the undertaker looked uncomfortable as he look at Y/n who this knowing smirk on her face.

“Yes we.. Well my daughter's office was broken into..." He led Shay to back of the manor to Y/n's office now that the Irishman could get a good look at her noting some resemblance between her and the undertaker they both had the same eye/hair color, they got to the office as Y/n spoke up as the assassin hunter looked around.

Soon Mr. L/n left and Y/n took over "Thieves weren't after any trinkets or valuables." She directed him to a large row of cabinets with a broken locks, "they were only after papers & records of the recently deceased, and was very careful at who he was selecting." She showed him an old file with details of that person's life. {Identification papers, birthplace place and cause of death etc.] and sketches of the deceased persons face she explained they used them for an "in case" scenario of multiple funerals in one day and if the families have the same or similar sounding names.

"Here's the man whose papers were stolen" she said handing the Templar the sketch he took out a small painting of Bancroft and compared the two "This is very well done." Shay commented taking in the sketch's detail right down to the scars and birthmarks. "Uh, thank you?" Y/n said incredulously not used to hearing her work be complimented especially from a man, Shay wasn't joking when he said it was good this McCray could be Bancroft's twin, Except...

Shay checked the death record McCray had black hair, Bancroft was blond, his first thought was a wig but the way Hickey had described the bloke his hair looked too natural to be a wig, nor did it look like soot and grease as Lee had suggested, was he using ink? his dark eyes glance over at a Y/n looking out the window shaking her head at something.

"Is there way darken one's hair color, without wigs or ink?" the assassin hunter asked not being familiar with cosmetics, Y/n cocked a brow as she thought. "Yes through henna and katam." Shay gave her a confused look Y/n sighed and took off her gloves and pulled up her sleeve to reveal a very impressive tattoo on her hand.

Shay took her hand her to get a better look, if it wasn't fading he'd almost mistaken another glove, the lotus design was delicate the way the ink ringed around her fingers like lace was almost fairy-like. "This is mehndi art made with henna it's a type of dye made from tree dyes from India, it can also be used to change hair color...if mix with the right components." She explained the as the Irish man flipped her hand over to stare at the moon design on her wrist.

"How long does this usually last for?" He asked giving her hand back. "Well depending on type and quality three weeks? applying oils is a good way to extend it." Y/n stated as she put her gloves back on. *who'd thought that wedding tribute for my friend in India would come in handy?* She thought not noticing Shay's attention suddenly shifted to the window, in a split second the large man suddenly yanked Y/n towards him using his body to shield her from her window exploding; glass shards flew everywhere as rocks were thrown through the window!

Followed by a woman screaming "PHILIP KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!?" then there was some struggling Shay pulled away from Y/n the two went the window to see what happened, the Irishman kept her behind him just in case. as they watched a hysterical woman throwing rocks at the funeral home, as a man and two women and adolescent boy struggled to control her.

"PHILIP COME OUT!" The man finally got a hold of her. "Stop this right now Sarah, Philip is dead!" the Sarah shook her head not believing him as the women pleaded with her to listen to her brother, she gasped seeing Y/n and Shay watching her "GIVE HIM BACK YOU WHORE!?!?" Sarah screeched ready to throw a another rock as her brother dragged her away.

the boy walked over over to the shattered window. "I...I'm sorry for my mother Miss Y/n, My aunt says they'll pay for the window..." The y/hc woman the boy off. "Don't worry about it I know it's not your mother's fault." She assured as they watched his aunts and uncle load his mother into a carriage. the boy then looked around making sure his mother couldn't hear.

"Is it true?"

"Absolutely not, I'm not hiding your father..."

"No, not that I know fathers gone, I meant...I heard things about you being able to speak to the dead, solving murders?"

"I don't speak to dead, I speak for the dead and I swear on your father's resting soul, I will find out whose behind this and bring peace to your mother."

The boy thanked her and went to join his family, Y/n winced hears Mrs. McCray scream at the top of her lungs "I WON'T LET YOU HAVE MY BOY!?" before being restrained by her sisters-in law as her brother shook his head clearly at loss and tired of his sister fits, as they rode away...

"Speak for the dead, eh?" Shay queried sounding amused and intrigued as Y/n averted her eyes embarrassed /face red from embarrassment as she thought he'd gone to find her father once Mrs. McCray was whisked away, "Well being a death doula, that is what I do in a way..." they were suddenly interrupted by her father entering the study, wooden planks under one arm hammer and nails in the other "Except most death doulas don't go on path of Derring-do just because they think someones a killer." Y/n looked offended at her father's words.

"Well I wasn't wrong before!" she huffed agitating her father more. "Stay out of it." he warned boarding her window up, he then turned to their visitor. "And you've got your evidence Cormac, Now I suggest you take you leave." Shay bid the last name's farewell, but before he reached the door he was stopped by Y/n grabbing his arm "Mr. Cormac, when you find this man." She made her father wasn't listening; he'd blow a gasket if he found out she was meddling.

"If possible I would like you to return him here," Shay's brows furrowed at this request, "Here, why?" he asked confused over why she would want the thief whose caused her so much disarray in her house. "I think it might help if Mrs. McCray saw "Philip" for herself." Irishman nodded seemly understanding what the y/nat woman was planning. "I'll see if can keep him in one piece." He noted Y/n hadn't let go of his arm. "Is there something else you wanted" The y/ht woman fidgeted for a moment.

"Erm...Yes, if it doesn't trouble you, perhaps I could help you again?" Shay blinked wondering if he heard right? meanwhile Y/n inner thoughts were going haywire. "You idiot, why would you ask him? no man wants the creepy undertaker’s daughter especially someone as handsome as-" Shay's broke through her pity party. "That wouldn't trouble me at all." Y/n up at Shay who looked equally startled by his words.

Cue an awkward starring contest before Y/n realized she was still holding his arm, letting him go the y/hc shyly averted her eyes to the floor/cheeks went pink, Shay was thankful for that she couldn't see the tips of his ears were red, he calmed himself before walking out of the funeral home. "I'll see you again." he promised before heading back to Haytham with his findings.

#assassin's creed rogue #Shay Cormac x Reader #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed scenario #assassin's creed fanfiction #templar order #haytham kenway #thomas hickey

42 notes · View notes

lady-charinette · 5 years ago

Text

Chapter 1 - Strings & Papers Lukanette AU (Teacher!Marinette & SingleDad!Luka)

A/N: Hello everyone! As requested, I made this into a full fic. It was originally something small on Tumblr, an AU idea for Lukanette (SingleDad!Luka and Teacher!Marinette) but after many requests, I finally decided to post the first chapter.

INFO:

All characters are aged up! Everyone is at least in their late twenties/early thirties.

Modern AU without superpowers/kwamis. Tikki is a cat here ^_^

A few OC’s will make appearances, mostly the children of some of the original ML characters (Luka’s child Leon…etc.)

This is purely Lukanette.

Oh and I apologize for any OOCness in advance!

Enjoy reading! :)

Chapter 1

Children rushed about, the room bustling with life as her students went about their tasks; trying to create something using their hands and imagination.

It could be drawings, clay creations, any piece of art that the children were able to craft.

The important thing was, it was something that made them happy and that they liked.

“Miss Marinette! Miss Marinette! Look what I did!“ the boy waved his clay creation in the air wildly, cupped securely in his hands.

His teacher flashed him a bright smile, bending down to look at him and his clay figure properly, “Oh! What a cute dog!” the brown clay figure with blotches of white was slightly disfigured, but Marinette could tell from it’s general shape it was supposed to be a dog, a dog with missing ears, but a dog nonetheless.

Marinette grinned cheerfully and nodded towards the others. “Is this what makes you happy?”

He didn’t hesitate to reply. “Mhm! I love my dog very much!” he raised his arms and spread them as wide apart as they could go, indicating how much he loved his pet.

Marinette’s alert gaze swept over her class, catching some students drawing quietly on some tables, others chatting energetically on the arts and crafts table with glue and colourful carton papers strewn about.

Some children were on the floor, building castles, vehicles or even people with lego blocks.

She walked around, asking every child how they were doing and if they needed any help. Marinette offered holding the tall lego tower for a girl while she got the little decorative bow on top of it, her mother’s workplace she said, a place she could play at where her mother was also nearby, because she didn’t want to be alone at home.

The next child was a boy with dark messy hair and kind brown eyes, Leon. He was drawing something.

Two people, surrounded with what looked like music notes. And what appeared to be an instrument on top of the taller figure, a guitar.

Marinette crouched down next to the table and peeked over his shoulder, giggling when he turned his head and wore a full blown grin on his face. “Miss Marinette!” her heart warmed and lips pulled into an automatic smile at his glee.

Leon was such a cheerful child. He was a walking contradiction at times, cheerful and kind but also quiet and polite, he was never mean to his classmates or teachers.

He sometimes hummed a melody during class, but quiet enough not to disturb her or anyone else, she sometimes heard it when the whole class was silent, except for Leon, who hummed a tune to himself, swinging his legs with a small smile on his face.

Marinette remembered the first time she asked him about it, the reason why he hummed and if it was a special melody.

His answer had surprised her. ‘Mhm! My dad always sings me to sleep that way! He’s really good with his voice.”

She couldn’t remember ever meeting the man, Leon’s father, she vaguely remembered jotting down a phone number as the parental contact information, but she couldn’t remember it.

The only parental figure that frequently picked Leon up from school was his aunt Juleka, whom Marinette always had pleasant conversations with. The woman was kind if a bit shy, her voluminous hair, dark save for the purple streak at the front and at the ends, half hiding her left eye. It would’ve hidden the entirety of her face if not for the hairclip holding it at bay.

Marinette couldn’t blame her, she herself normally styled her hair into pigtails, loose hair would get everywhere in her face and it was impractical for teaching.

She also experienced some of the more daring kids try to pull on it, so pigtails were always a safe bet.

Marinette focused back on the picture Leon was drawing, particularly the two figures on it. “Is that you and your dad?” she saw him nod his head, using black to colour the top of his father’s head and blue for the ends. She stifled a giggle, always amazed at how creative children could get. She saw a girl once draw her father with flowing rainbow hair and when she’d seen the man in person, he almost looked nothing alike from the childishly drawn picture his daughter portrayed him to be.

“Your dad’s hair looks cool.” She smiled, giggling at the light blue.

“Thank you.” His polite phrase made her smile and the pedagogical figure in her rejoice, she was proud whenever parents raised their children right.

Then, she pointed to the guitar over his head, his best attempt at the instrument, which Marinette had to admit was good for someone his age. “Is that your guitar?”

This time, Leon shook his head. “No, that’s my dad’s. He plays it whenever he’s home, he also plays for me.” He smiled shyly, sheepishly, rubbing his messy black hair. “Um, I tried to play once, but it fell on the ground. Dad didn’t get mad, but I felt really guilty.” His cheeks tinged pink and Marinette felt sympathy well within her heart as she placed a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“I’m sure your dad forgave you as soon as it happened, it was an accident, right? Accidents happen all the time, Leon! I dropped my mug in the kitchen today!” she giggled, cringing internally because she was known for her clumsiness.

The boy stuck his bottom lip out and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess, I still felt really bad, but dad said it was okay…” a bright smile curled his lips in the next second, eyes alight with excitement. “Miss Marinette, can I tell you a secret?”

Marinette steeled herself, adjusting her grip on the table to support her weight. Children were honest by nature, they frequently revealed things about their home life, in extent their parents’, to the teachers. Most things weren’t bad, but very amusing, a secret source of entertainment for teachers to talk over coffee in the teacher’s lounge.

Leon whispered before she could say anything, grinning from ear to ear. “My dad is the best dad in the world!”

She blinked, surprised, but laughed at the ‘secret’, shaking her head and affectionately pinching Leon’s cheek, which made him laugh. “Really? Then I guess I should meet the best dad in the world sometime, hm? I would love to meet him.” She was being honest too.

It was important for teachers to know the parents of the children they taught and took care of through the day and their early education, knowing from what sort of familial backgrounds children came from was important to adjust their teachings or offer the appropriate help if children were surrounded by less than desirable circumstances.

Marinette doubted that was the case with Leon, but she was curious about his father, since she never met either him nor the mother.

She did hear from the aunt that his mother was working and living overseas and that the father was her older brother, but that was that.

She hadn’t thought to ask the aunt, since she thought his father would come to pick his son up himself sometime. So far, that hadn’t been the case, but Marinette could be patient.

If he was as great as Leon described, surely he would have time to drop by sometime?

Standing up, Marinette complimented the drawing one last time before she clapped her hands and announced for the children to hang up they art works somewhere in the classroom, on the walls or the strings over their heads to decorate the room with.

Weeks had already passed since the school year started and Marinette longed for something new and fresh to liven up the classroom, the children found the idea good too. It would help keep their creativity flowing and to brighten the overall atmosphere.

Her gaze strayed to the clock on the wall and a sigh left her lips.

It was almost time for the big break.

A few minutes later…

The two women laughed, Marinette stirring her coffee to dissolve the sugar as her best friend and fellow teacher Alya talked about her day. “Wait, you didn’t take the glue from him?”

The busty woman snorted, taking a big sip from her black coffee before she smirked like a fox. “Nope! I let him squeeze out every last drop, he learned his lesson when the ball rang. He had to clean up all the mess himself and he got a good scolding from his mom too. Good woman, I salute her!” she lifted her mug in a mock salute and Marinette laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m sure the boy had reasons to be so destructive.” Truthfully, children with such tendencies weren’t rare, they were aware of the phases of each child and that sometimes by destroying things, they released pent up frustration or helped themselves focus better afterwards. But this child seemed to be a bit different. “What’s his background like? The parents?”

Alya sighed, taking another long gulp. “Father’s a mechanic, has a bit of a sailor’s mouth. The mother is an iron hard business woman, she even makes me freeze on the spot whenever she comes to pick him up.” She grimaced, extending her hand to throw a sugar cube into her coffee. “I think the dynamics in the family are a bit unbalanced. The father is a bit too lenient but the mother is too strict, causing the two to clash. They’re unsure of their parenting methods, they even had a small verbal fight during parent teacher conference.”

Ugh, Marinette secretly dreaded those days, as did every other teacher.

Parents came in all shapes and sizes, just like anyone else.

There were parents who were the spitting images of their offspring, other were their polar opposites.

There were parents with impeccable backgrounds, academically successful people, but lacking in human warmth. Parents that continued the archaic parenting methods of their own parents, never intending to change the way they were raising their own children from their own childhood treatment.

Marinette disliked those the most, ones that weren’t progressive in their thinking but cocooned in their own ‘deal’ version of how a child had to behave or to what limits a parent’s authority could reach.

It was her secret pleasure whenever she had an opportunity to shoot them down and lecture them otherwise, she lived for those moments to see the colour drain from the adult’s faces while she explained all the potential negative ways their toxicity could affect their child after, that children weren’t ‘small adults’ and that every child had different needs and required a different form of parenting finesse.

Some parents were defensive and angry like lions, others more kind and understanding and willing to better themselves and correct the errors.

In the kitchen of the teacher’s lounge, somewhere in the back of her mind, Marinette kept Leon’s picture stored in her memory and during her conversation with Alya, she wondered just what sort of parent Leon’s father was.

——–

It was two in the afternoon and classes were over for today, for the children the day of duties and learning was over.

But for Marinette, she still had tons of work to do.

She watched the children leave the classroom, watched them put on their outdoor shoes and how some parents were already waiting for them out of the classroom.

Those moments, when the parents came to pick up their children, those moments Marinette loved most.

To see the pure joy of child and parent at seeing each-other, after being separated only for a few hours. To see them kiss and embrace each-other and laugh. The parents asking about their day and the kids retelling everything they did, from the tiniest details, the most insignificant things to the big events.

The parents listened with a smile, some shutting off their phones so colleagues from work didn’t disturb them.

There were also other parents, some greeted their children with a quick hug and kiss, ushering them along so they didn’t stay away from work for too long. Others gave a robotic kiss to their cheeks and took their school bags, marching out of the school like a soldier in the military, their child trailing behind them like a doll pulled by its strings.

Marinette always stayed with the ones whose parents were running late, being met with endless exclamations of gratitude for watching over them on her break and the like, with numerous apologies spilling from their mouths about traffic and work or too many duties overlapping.

She understood, she was an adult herself, and while not a mother, Marinette knew how difficult children could be. Her past work experiences in a local kindergarten taught her the very definition of patience.

And what it means to be assertive.

Kindergarten kids could be surprisingly stubborn and with their temper tantrums, nothing was safe from them.

She remembered starting her private meditating sessions for that very reason, always after work, with or without relaxing music and her bed.

She tried a scented candle once, but nearly burned her foot after not paying attention.

Sometimes, relaxing music didn’t help, the zen-esque tunes not appealing to her at all. She sometimes wondered if the people composing the music ever really tried mediating to it.

But the most relaxing thing to her was still her other passion, besides teaching.

Fashion.

She loved to create.

She encouraged creative minds in whatever way she could.

Her own parents’ encouragement and support in her youth drove her to pursue a career in fashion, then switch over to teaching, to be in a role where she could offer the same kind of warm encouragement and fierce support children didn’t have from home.

Her wardrobe consisted of more than half of her own creations, clothes by her own design. She’d tried opening a small fashion store once, but had to close it due to time constrictions. She couldn’t do two very time consuming jobs at the same time.

It might have been ‘just’ elementary school, but correcting hundreds of students’ tests, writing new ones, overseeing several classes while attending her own educational courses took up a lot of time.

Marinette relished coming home, stretching and taking a quick shower before she set to work.

Before she opened any of her thick folders or worksheets for school, she first opened her journal.

She always liked to document things, for safety but also private reasons. As insurance and the fond – and not so fond – memories to find a home.

For that purpose, she kept two diaries.

A journal for work.

A diary for home.

Marinette took the thick leather bound tome first, a modest brown leather design, a feather imprinted onto the leathery material on the cover, the thick book held closed by a magnet.

She opened it, skimming through filled pages to get to a blank one.

And she began writing, Tikki mewling at her feet, her soft fur brushing against her legs, whiskers tickling her skin while Marinette scribbled furiously, toes gently running along Tikki’s arching back.

“Hello journal,

Today had been a good day, 24th of October.

I started class at 8 sharp, there were only two children who called in sick, with parents excusing their absences immediately.

Class began with arts and crafts, the children received instructions on the tasks for today: decorating the classroom.

The old decorations were discarded, some saved in the storage room for further use, but the broken and tattered ones disposed of. The children had to create something that made them happy, in whichever form they could. Drawing, painting, using clay or building blocks to their heart’s content.

I tried helping as little as I could, to not impede their creativity, but offered helpful advice when asked. Most used clay to form figurines of their parents, siblings or pets. Some even formed food. A few creations caught my eyes, but all of them were unique and beautiful in their own way. Some of the children took their creations home, drawings they made a second or third time mostly. But many others stayed to decorate the classroom, it gave a refreshed image and helped levitate the atmosphere.

Break was spent outside in the school garden, I led some of the children to the vegetable garden to check on the growing plants and explained some of the still budding vegetables, unrecognizable in their ‘baby form’ as the students called it.

Tasks for tomorrow were quickly finished, I worked through my fifteen minute break, the short assignments about ‘happy memories’ had been read through but refrained from correcting. It had been one of their first written tasks, so I refrained from putting a stamp on them with red markings. I’ve returned them today, for the two sick children, I kept them in my desk in the teacher’s lounge to be dealt out once the children returned.

Parents had picked their children after school was over, some running late. Ms. Wilson had a suspicious countenance in particular, I detected a faint scent of something alcoholic, but didn’t address the matter. I did send a message to social worker Chloe Bourgeois, who agreed to look into the matter after some measures. Apparently, the family had already been a case not yet laid to rest and they’d waited for a cue to finally take action.

More to come tomorrow, goodbye for now.

- Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Marinette yawned, spying the clock on her desk reading just passed seven in the evening. Had she been sitting for that long already? She shook her head, leaning down to scratch Tikki’s head, resting languidly on Marinette’s foot.

She would need to feed her later and check her water bowl. Tikki was sometimes surprisingly gluttonous, despite her slender frame.

Stifling another yawn, Marinette safely stored the notebook in her first drawer, locking it with a key and slipping the metal into a hidden sleeve underneath her desk, well concealed from inattentive eyes.

She smiled when she grabbed her private diary, the pink leather book feeling heavy with memory in her hands.

She pulled off the leather string tying it together and flipped it open to a fresh page.

And began to write.

“Dear diary,

Today had been a stressful day.

The children were fine and well-behaved, but I had so much work to do! Not to mention, I missed one of my breaks because a colleague had called in sick unexpectedly and I had to fill their shift. Can you believe it? She couldn’t have called hours ago before school started, she HAD to call five minutes before her class started and I had to FLY across the hallway to make sure the children were inside and busy with tasks.

Sometimes, I wish I could throw a banana at some of my colleagues.

Some people just shouldn’t have become teachers.

The world would be a better place, the children growing in it too.

Speaking of children, something caught my eye today that I just couldn’t get out of my head.”

Marinette paused, tongue sticking out of her mouth as the image of Leon’s drawing burned brightly in her mind, as if she imprinted it so perfectly into memory.

“Leon drew a picture today, under the theme ‘what makes me happy’. He drew a picture of his family, his dad and him. He didn’t draw his mother and I didn’t ask, it wasn’t my place to and I doubt he’d know anything aside from ‘mommy doesn’t live with us’ or the like. At least, that’s the impression I got. But from everything I saw so far, it looked like the father didn’t live with him either. He never set foot in school before! Or at least I never saw him, Alya apparently did, but couldn’t really remember, saying it was for a short time and there were so many people.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, thinking back to the conversation she had with Alya in the kitchen.

That woman could memorize six pages of their random chats about a boy they gossiped in high school, but couldn’t, for the life of her, remember seeing the parent of one of the children at parent teacher conference two years ago. She smiled, shaking her head fondly and the pen was scratching against paper again.

“Anyway, what Miss Reporter said, Leon’s father was apparently pretty busy. She didn’t know what his occupation was, but it was the only logical conclusion, right? A man that rarely picks his son up from school? Sends his sister to do it for him? He must be some businessman. Then again, Leon mentioned how ‘he was the best dad in the world’ and he would sing and play songs for him before he went to sleep. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, but what was the deal with not coming to school? Was he a former dropout? Did he just have a phobia? Maybe he really was just too busy, but still, something’s fishy. Juleka, the aunt, mentioned how apologetic the man felt for not always being there….I guess he might not be a bad parent, but still, Leon talked so fondly of him, I really hope he isn’t the jerky parent I think he could be. I also, wondered about where the mother was. Leon rarely ever talks about her, I don’t really dare to ask neither him nor Juleka. It was a family matter after all, but still, I was biting my nails the whole time! Juleka just mentioned the mom lived and worked overseas and the dad was busy, but that was it. Were they divorced? Forced to live apart because of work? I don’t think Leon seemed to mind much, at least he hadn’t showed any signs to. He rarely talks about his mom, but he regularly gushes about his dad. Maybe I shouldn’t judge too quickly, the man could have his reasons for not picking up his child.

Still, I’ll see where that goes. Maybe I’ll try to flip through the parent contact book and try to give him a call, just to see how he would react.

Anyway, that’s all for today, I still need to feed Tikki and myself.

See you tomorrow, dear diary!

- Marinette

Thanks for reading! What did you think so far? :)

Tag List: @seraphkitty @canadianburd @macaknight @fher43 @vivilakitty @quickspinner @im-here-for-the-content @decaffeinated-happyshit @jessigurl-design @2sunchild2 @zebrabaker @redscarlet95 @didntwant2come @graduatedmelon @eve-is-the-dawn @bresso23 @anjuschiffer @alissawhited-blog @rudy-ruby @mystery-5-5 @winter-gardenflower @kayla-the-rambling-writer @teresarosiadeviluke2112 @captainmac6 @violatiger8 @crazywhitemofo @varksvader

@veroocasanova (I’m sorry for not asking before, but I remembered you wanting to read more Lukanette fics without Adrien salt 😅)

#ml au #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #lukanette #lukanette au #lukanette fic #luka x marinette #teacher!marinette #singledad!luka #i like your dad au #lmao I will not get rid of that name huh #luka couffaine #marinette dupaincheng #leon couffaine #fanfiction #crossposted on AO3 & FFnet

366 notes · View notes

turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

Text

Lost Without Her: Against the World

*Not My Gif*

Summary: It’s been 5 years since half the world was snapped away, 6 months since her mom, Natasha sacrificed herself and the world came back, but how does she handle it after her world flips upside down?

Post Date: 12-10-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Romanoff!Reader

Word Count: 3K

~Lost Without Her Master~

~Master~

Previously...

“We’ll see you around Y/N.” Peter said as you averted your gaze, knowing if you had your way, they wouldn’t see you again. Ever.

“Bye Pete. Bye Clint.” They left without another word and you were left in silence, staring at the front door to your shop as you realize how much you’ve thrown away. You pushed away the team, you moved across the world because you couldn’t handle the world without your mom, you began killing people, and you pushed Peter and Clint away when all they wanted to do was save you.

You broke yourself.

You pulled yourself away from looking at the door, your eyes immediately going straight to your info wall. You needed something, a win, just something to take your mind off Peter and Clint. It took you all of 5 minutes to find the perfect target and within the next couple hours leading up to nightfall, you were prepared, grabbing your gun and knife and heading out of the store to where your next target lived.

His house looked normal, 2 stories, white picket fence, 2 cars parked out front. You parked down the street to make sure no one saw and snuck around the side of the house. Peering in through the window, a man stood in the kitchen drinking a glass of water as you unlocked the window, sliding it open with minimal effort and entering the house. You remained silent, staying in the barely lit living room as he finished up, walking right into the room you were in. He wasn’t looking until he was a few feet in front of you, nearly jumping out of his skin.

“Who the hell are you?” he yelled out as he looked around for something to defend himself. You pulled out your knife, the metal catching the light turned on in the corner as his eyes widened. He started stammering as you took a step towards him. “Please! Have Mercy!”

“Mercy?” You barked out, making him taken back by your voice but not at all less scared. Much different than most you’ve killed. You followed another step, the man taking equal numbers back until he tripped, falling to his knees. “What about the women you sold, the kids you kidnapped, the people YOU killed? Where’s their mercy?”

You brought the knife up to his neck, coming around behind him as you pulled his head back. “W-What? I d-didn’t, I-I ..Please.” He pleaded as you rolled your eyes.

“Goodbye.”

You were about to do it, drag your knife along his throat before light thumping came down the stairs. “Daddy?”

“Sweetheart! Don’t come down!” You dropped the knife, moving away from the man as you looked towards the noise, seeing a young girl rub her eyes as she looked between you and the man she had called her dad. Your lip trembled as she come closer and you hid your knife behind your back.

“Daddy? Who’s that?” She asked as you looked down to the floor, eying her every once in a while.

“Ana, sweetie. Go back upstairs.” He pled as the girl smiled, nodding her head and following directions. You pointed the weapon towards him, narrowing your eyes.

“You have a daughter?”

“Yes. She’s 6. And a son, John. H-He’s only 2.” He stuttered.

Your jaw dropped. “You have... kids?” Your knife fell to your side, watching the man cower in front of you. His eyes were wide as he plead for you to let him go. You took a step back from him, looking around the newly lit room as your heart plummeted in your chest. It looked like a normal house, toys strewn across the floor, scribbled drawings laying on the dining room table and pictures placed on the walls in front of you of a family, husband and wife along with their 2 children. Turning back to the man, he seemed to be able to breathe more, now drawing in breaths slowly as he kept his eyes on you. “Who are you?” You asked him as he just stared at you. You tightened the grip on your knife, bringing it up to his neck and pressing it slightly. “I said, who-“

“My name is Rick Harold, I-I’m a lawyer a-and I don’t want to die!” He screamed as he clasped his eyes closed, tears falling from his redden eyes as you quickly removed your knife, finding your escape as a woman’s footsteps pounded down the stairs.

“Rick?” She yelled down as the man opened his eyes, about to tell his wife not to come down before seeing you were gone. You watched from outside the window as she jumped into her awaiting husbands’ arms and he held her, slightly trembling as their daughter, Ana, joined them, holding John in her tiny arms. Rick knelt, handing John off to his wife as he picked up his daughter, kissing her head and cradling him in his arms.

You couldn’t watch any more. This wasn’t the man you thought he was when you came into his house to kill him. He wasn’t part of any gang, he had a family, a life, and you almost took him from them. You hopped on your bike, riding back to the store in the darkness of the night. You expected the Harold’s to call the police or something, but you didn’t hear anything, and the guilt just pooled in your gut. You pulled over on the side of the road, driving became hard with your head pounding and trying to figure out what was happening.

It was wrong. The info you had was wrong. He wasn’t the guy you were after and all your information was wrong. You took off your jacket, throwing it on the ground as you collapsed on your bike. Trying to keep yourself from crying. You only allowed yourself a few minutes to get through the emotions before you picked up your jacket and drove the rest of the way to your place.

You stared down Rick’s picture on the wall, his name right beside it but the crimes next to them were not his and within a second you were tearing it off the wall, the paper shredding into pieces before you could even stop yourself.

Then you did it again. And again. And again, until the wall was bare, and scraps of paper lined your feet. You felt empty, your fears and worries about whether the others were innocent long defeated as their pictures now held residence on your floor. The darkness was comforting to you as you turned to the store and fell onto the couch, closing your eyes to sleep away this day.

But when you landed onto the dilapidated couch, something flew out from under your body and got trapped by your arm against the cushion. Groaning a little, you pushed yourself up to sit on the couch, grabbing the paper before it fell on the floor. It was hard to see in the dark, but you knew it was a photograph and it wasn’t one of your scraped ones.

It was of your mom and you a couple years before the snap at a restaurant, her arms wrapped around your neck and kissing your head much like Rick had done to Ana earlier. It was almost as if your tears were on autopilot as they fell onto the picture landing on your smiling cheeks and your moms head before sliding to the ground.

You couldn’t breathe as you tried to grasp a breath over and over again, letting the picture fly to the floor, your knees soon following after as you held yourself, pulling your head into your knees as you screamed.

---

“Bye Pete. Bye Clint.”

Peters head spun as he turned around and left the building, left you, with Clint following behind soon after.

“You’re just going to leave her? Really Parker?” Clint called after the boy who didn’t even look back to him.

“Of course not.” Peter shrugs before swinging up into the sky, landing on a building down the block as Clint watches. He sighed, scouting around him before making his way to the building. Peter’s eyes were locked on your store as Clint walked up behind him. Clint stared at Peter, slightly out of breath from all the stairs as he took a seat on the edge of roof next to Peter. Peter gave the man a quick grin before turning back to you.

“So, what’s the plan?” Clint asked after a while of sitting in silence. Peter didn’t answer as he watched you leave, heading down the street before your lights disappeared. Peter turned to Clint, pulling out his wallet before Clint could stop him. “Hey!” Clint grabbed the wallet out of Peter’s hands and shook his head.

Peter just sighed, sticking his hand out. “Just trust me.” He told Clint who, some what reluctantly, handed his wallet to Peter. Peter thumbed through the worn-down leather before coming across what he wanted. He took out the picture of you and Nat that Clint kept in there throughout the years. Peter’s eyes softened as he looked at you and your mom. “She just needs a jump start.” Peter whispered as he stood up, getting ready to swing off the roof.

“Are you sure this a good idea?” Clint asked him as Peter took a second to consider his actions but ultimately, he shrugged.

“What could go wrong?” He said before swinging off the rooftop and putting the photo on the couch where you could see it.

---

“That could go wrong.” Clint pointed out as they both watched you hold yourself, your face turning red as your eyes welded shut. Peter was on his feet in an instant, getting to your side as fast as he could. He pulled your unresponsive body against his chest, cradling your head in the crook of his neck. He smoothed the hair in your face, shushing in your ear as you rocked with him. Peter knew at that moment he messed up in giving you the picture because seeing you like this was not how he wanted this to turn out. Your cries died down to mere whimpers now, but you hadn’t opened your eyes, pressing yourself more into Peter’s warmth.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N.” He whispered into your ear repeatedly as Clint finally entered the building, seeing the young girl he knew break down in her best friend’s arms. He didn’t know what to do but the moment he saw Peter press a soft kiss to your forehead, he knew you were in good hands. The picture discarded on the floor caught his attention as he slowly made his way over to it, picking it up and running the pad of his thumb across the front. You let out a rather loud sob as Clint turned in time to see Peter cup your face, wiping the tears from your cheek with his fingers before picking you up.

“Where are you going?” Clint asked as Peter adjusted his hold on you, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back as he tucked your head into his chest. Peter glanced down at you before looking out the window.

“To get some air.” He whispered back before making his way up to the roof. He sat you both away from the edge, in case your reaction to being outside wasn’t what he expected but to his luck, you didn’t react much more than taking a deep breath, sighing against the sharp air around you. You finally let your eyes open, red and puffy from everything, but Peter saw the Y/E/C in them. You pushed yourself to the ledge, throwing your legs over as you stared out into the city.

Peter swallowed back his fear, “I’m sorry.” He tried to muster out of his mouth but instead of an apology, all that came out was almost a squeak as Peter bit back his own sob. “I’m sorry.” He repeated, only this time the words managed to come out. You didn’t move as he watched you, your eyes unwavering from its spot in the distance. Sighing, Peter crawled over to join you, letting his legs dangle as he kicked against the building.

“I never knew my dad.” You finally spoke, shocking Peter by the topic as he gave you his attention, eyes wet and wide as they focused on you. “It’s been me and my mom for as long as I could remember. Not having her with me is like… not having one of my arms. She’s a part of me.” You looked at Peter, a few tears released from your eyes that Peter instinctively brought his hand up to wipe away. “She was a big part of me.”

Peter nodded his head. “I know how you feel. With my parents, Uncle Ben, then Mr. Stark. It feels like it’s you against the world, just trying to figure out why these things happen, but you can’t. They just happen.” You didn’t realize until Peter had stopped talking that you reached over to grab his hand to comfort him, but when you did realize, you didn’t make any move to let go. In fact, you scooted closer to Peter and leant your head onto his shoulder, the rising of his shoulders with each breath creating a steady rhythm as you let your eyes close.

“I can’t go back Peter. The world doesn’t need my saving.” You whispered as Peter looked down at you resting on his shoulder. Your hair had fallen into your face, sticking to wet tears as you pulled them away. “It’s got you guys.”

“No.” Peter almost yelled as he moved his position to look at you, making you almost fall over before catching yourself. “I need you Y/N. I need you.” His voice crack as he pointed to himself, fingers digging into his chest as if it was the only thing keeping his heart in place. “I... I can’t lose you again Y/N. I really can’t.” His voice cracked as he stared into your eyes, meeting his dark brown ones.

Your next decision wasn’t a planned one. It was something decided strictly on this moment.

Here and now.

You slowly leaned into Peter, the whispers of the air being the only sound in your ears as Peter leaned in as well. He felt like a ghost on your lips for the longest time possible as your lips brushed against each other before you finally closed the distance. Your brain went fuzzy before Peter deepened the kiss, igniting the fire in your brain as you pulled away to catch your breath. Peter was panting as he looked down at you, your eyes darkening with desire as he moved from the edge of building, pulling you with him as you landed in his lap, your legs landing on either side of his and your mouth hitting his quicker than you could say Spider-Man. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against his body as his tongue darted against your bottom lip, his hand coming up to your chin and deepening the kiss in one swift move. You grabbed his chest, the tension between you and him increasing as you tugged his chest up and over his head, yours soon coming after. Peter paused, taking a second to admire your body clad in jeans and bra before you started to unbutton your pants, almost pulling them down before you closed your eyes and stopped.

“I-I can’t.” you admitted, your fragile voice making Peter aware of the situation you both were in. You looked down at him, biting your bottom lip to mask the tingle Peter left as you steady your heavily uneven breathing. Peter didn’t say anything as he nodded his head, his cheeks slightly blushed as you moved off him, sitting down next to him. Everything happened too fast. It was all too fast. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Peter assured you. He didn’t know what happen. He’d never done something like that before, getting as far as that with anyone. And never did he think that it would be you. He reached over and grabbed your hand, staying silent as you squeezed it. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“The men. Who were they?” you turned to him, furrowing your brows a little as Peter clarified. “The ones you… killed.”

You took a deep breath, nodding your head and licking your now chapped lips. “They weren’t good people. They kidnapped children from families, abducted women for sex trafficking, and killed anyone who got in their way. I caught wind of it a few months ago and next thing I know. I’m here.” Peter couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little at this which just made you stare at him in wonder. “Why is that funny?”

“It’s not. It’s just… you said the world didn’t need your saving, and yet here you are, still saving it.” You frowned, looking at your connecting fingers.

“I almost messed up tonight.” You told him. “I went after a man, I didn’t do much research on, mixed up a bunch of shit, and almost killed someone in the same position of the ones I tried to protect. If his daughter hadn’t came down the stairs, I would’ve ruined a family.”

“But you didn’t.” He pulled your chin to make you look at him, seeing the water pool at the bottom of your eyes. “You didn’t.”

“But I could have. I might’ve to someone else. Who knows what I’ve done.” You put your head back on his shoulder, crossing your legs and letting your and Peters hand lay in your lap as his head rested on yours until daylight.

You thought about everything last night when you sat with Peter, his fingers constantly rubbing your skin as the sun passed across the horizon. “Peter.” You whispered as Peter hummed, coming awake after dozing off. “Peter.” You nudged him, watching as he spurred awake before looking at you, his mouth turning up into a smile when he looked at you.

“Hey.” He yawned and let go of your hand to stretch his arms out.

“Peter.” You repeated once again as he looked towards you, his eyes riddled with sleep as you smiled. “I want to go home.”

Thoughts?

All Taglists Open!

Permanent: @literal-fand0m-trash @just4muggles @saturn-aka-six @nathaliabakes @whyamihere-bro @colored-confetti @wiseeggspickleslime @sadn0va @btsiguess-kpop @galacticstxrdust @independentgirl @wellhellotherelovey @hollymac79 @delicately-important-trash

Peter: @laic2299 @danielabetancourth @darktwistydiamond @pastelsweaters-and-bubble-t @missmulti

Marvel: @hahaboop @laic2299

LWOH: @autobotgirl15-blog @eridanuswave @irisv-x @animegirlgeeky @eternaleviee @marvels-exlol @falling-stars-never-cry @siriuslysirius1107

#Peter Parker x Reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x romanoff!reader #lost without her #peter parker #clint barton imagine #clint barton x reader #clint barton x platonic!reader #clint barton #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #the avengers #avengers team x reader #the avengers x reader #the avengers imagine #avengers

74 notes · View notes

rockthingsbymeg · 5 years ago

Text

You’re the jackpot I never played to get

Pairing: Dom!Roger x Sub!OC!Brooklyn

Info: SMUT (read only if you feel comfortable!), cursing, language, dom-sub dynamics, unprotected sex (be safe guys!), dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), masturbation, light (?) breeding kink, car sex. 4410 words.

A/N: Hey there! I’ve literally dissapeared from here, I know, but now I’m back (at least I hope… I swear I’m going to try). I’ll be posting mostly stuff from Roger Taylor from Queen because this man is someting else completly… I mean it… English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. I wanted to thank @cherries-n-rocknroll for beta-reading and helping me edit this, it truly meant a lot! Anyways, I think that’s all I wanted to say.

—————

The first time they saw her was right after a recording session. The four men walked out of the studio, and standing by a black Ferrari - the same one that had dropped Roger earlier that day - stood a beautiful woman. Her long, brown hair waved with the breeze; her eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses, but they assumed she was looking at them, judging by the position of her head. A cigarette rested on her lips, a stain of dark lipstick on the orange part as she took her last puff, throwing it on a nearby trash can.

“See you tomorrow!” Roger spoke mindlessly at his friends, a smirk adorning his lips as he made his way to the woman.

Brooklyn. That was her name, Roger absolutely loved it. He had loved how it rolled of her lips the first time they met and he still loved it to this day. Brooklyn. It fitted her so well, like it was made just for her. It had exactly the right amount of mystery to it, yet still feeling somewhat soft. It felt comforting when he heard it, when he said it. Brooklyn. His Brooklyn.

A smirk formed on her lips as well, her arms - before folded over her chest - now rested by her sides. She wore a pair of jean shorts that allowed everyone to see her long, tanned legs. The top half of her body was covered by a floral shirt that Brian recognized as Roger’s, neatly tucked inside the shorts but still a bit loose, not hiding the shape of her breasts.

As the blonde approached her, she removed the glasses, her turquoise eyes shining under the sunlight as she looked at Roger. The smirk subsided, giving place to a sweet smile. His hands moved to rest on her waist, flushing their bodies together in a fluid motion and planting a kiss on her cheek. Her smile widened, arms moving up and around his neck bringing him in for a quick peck on the lips before giving another one on his cheek. She handed him the keys and walked over to the passenger’s side, both getting inside the car and leaving behind three very dumbfounded boys.

“I’d never seen Roger be that sweet!” Freddie commented with a shocked expression. “And I’ve known that bitch for years!” He spoke even louder looking between Brian and John, waiting for a reaction from them both.

“I’ve known him for even longer and I can’t remember him being like that near a girl.“ Brian had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes still on the spot where the car had been. “He looked so-” he began but Freddie ended the sentence for him.

“-in love…“ it came out nearly as a whisper. And at that, the realization hit Fred like a ton of bricks. “Never thought I’d live to see the day Roger Taylor was in love.” he laughed and began his walk to his friend’s cars.

John rolled his eyes at Freddie as both he and Brian began to walk behind him. “Whoever listens to you will think he doesn’t have a heart”.

Freddie looked at the man “You know that’s not how I meant it!” He waved his hand at John “It’s just- tell me, when was the last time you saw Roger looking at a woman like she isn’t a piece of meat made for him to shag?” he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I get what you’re saying,” John explained himself “But all I’m saying is that maybe, this time, he doesn’t look at her like that. And you sound like you’re judging him, instead of supporting. And for all we know, she could be just a shag that he plans on keeping for more than a day.“ He shrugged as they made it to their cars. “Anyways, see you tomorrow!” John spoke one last time before getting in his car. Brian and Freddie looked at him as he left, and then at each other.

“Roger never mentioned her to you?” Freddie asked his mate, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“No.” Brian answered simply, trying to think of Roger speaking to him recently about any girl. “He started to go out less times during the last few months but…” he trailed off, connecting that with the fact that it had been a while since he saw Roger with girls at parties or after gigs.

“Do you think he’d hide her from us?” Freddie asked, more like he was thinking aloud.

“Well, I would if I knew you’d start asking this many questions.“ Brian teased him, and Freddie flipped him the bird. “Look, Fred, if it is indeed something serious, he’ll end up telling us. And you know it!” They stopped by Brian’s car.

“I know, I know. But I’m curious. And I bet you’re too.“ He gave Brian a pointed look, as well as a pointed finger.

“See you tomorrow Fred!” Brian chuckled, getting into his car, listening to Freddie complaining about something before the noise became muffled outside the doors. Probably about the fact that his cab still hadn’t gotten there to drive him to wherever he said he had to go.

[…]

While the boys had been chatting in the parking lot, Roger had been making his way back to her home. The trip was longer than if they went to his, but it didn’t bother him the slightest as he casted glances at Brooklyn, who had her bare feet on the leather seat of her car, looking at Roger throughout the ride.

“Your mates seemed a bit confused back there.“ She commented with her velvet voice echoing in the silent car. “Not used to see you being so lovely to a lady?” she smirked, well aware of his reputation.

Roger smirked her way before looking back at the road. “They know I can be a little nicer than usual around women if that’s what it takes to get into their pants.” He answered simply, coming to a stop on a red light. “It just tends to happen after a couple drinks and not when I’m completely sober,“ He looked back at her, bringing his hand to rub the soft skin of her thigh.

“I see. Roger Taylor needs to keep up the look of a lady’s man, and not a goofy lover.” She opened her legs, allowing his hand to trail to the inside of her thigh. The tone she used was light and funny, but deep down Roger knew she actually meant what she said.

“I promised you,“ He looked seriously at her, squeezing her flesh between his fingers in a reassuring way. “I don’t need to keep up any looks, and I won’t if that makes you feel uncomfortable.” He began to drive again as the light changed to green, eyes focusing back on the road but returning to hers at every chance he got “I want you to feel comfortable around me, to trust me. And if dropping my lady’s man is what it takes, then I’ll do it.” He squeezed her flesh again, shooting her a heart-warming smile.

An enormous smile spread across her face, making the skin near her eyes wrinkle. “I love you,“ She spoke in a lower and sweeter tone, getting Roger to look at her with the most love-struck gaze ever.

With a smile as wide as hers he answered “I love you too angel.” He removed his hand, focusing back on the road, feeling her eyes in the side of his body.

After only a few seconds of silence, Brooklyn spoke again. “As sweet as all of this was, I have to admit something.“ Roger glanced at her, curious. “I’m soaking wet because you placed your hand on my thigh.” They both chuckled, Roger looking at her with a devious grin.

“You have two options baby girl,” He smirked, eyes back on the road. “Either you wait until we get home or you open up those shorts and begin the work yourself.“ He spoke casually, making her whine by his side.

With her eyes glued to Roger’s profile, her hand smoothly snaked down her shorts, not even bothering to open them. And her fingers immediately found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles around it.

“Tell me what you’re doing baby girl,” He groaned glancing briefly at her.

“I'm…I’m rubbing slowly around my clit s-sir…” She whined, feeling her back arch off of the seat.

“Are you teasing yourself? Want to last longer for me?” He spoke, his voice raspy just the way he knew she liked it.

“Y-yes sir,” She moaned, looking at him “Can I please touch my clit sir? I promise I won’t cum.“ She begged, stopping her hands for a bit, not wanting to tease herself any further unless he made her.

“Talk with me baby, tell me what you’re imagining.” He growled, looking at her as they stopped for another red light. The last one before they got home.

“Okay sir,” she began, taking a deep breath and stroking her clit tentatively “I’m not imagining anything sir, I’m remembering last night.“ She smiled and so did he, bringing his lips to hers in a slow kiss. “You made me so full. Your cock felt so big and so good inside me. And you knew all the right places to hit, just like every other time.” She moaned, speeding her movements as her legs began to tremble. “And I was remembering how much you came. God Roger, it was so, so much…” She trailed off. Usually, he would say something about this. They had a rule, Roger was sir for her. But he completely lost himself in all the pleasure shown by her eyes.

At this point, Roger was rock hard in his briefs, wanting nothing more than to make her feel as good as he did last night. He had decided to make it the best, as it was the first time they had sex after deciding not to use any condoms or pills. They were ready for whatever came in their future.

He could see how much she wanted to cum, how much she was holding back just to satisfy him. With a kind smile and one last kiss, he spoke again: “You can cum if you want to baby girl.” He returned his attention to the road, speeding up more than he probably should just to get home faster. “I wanna see your panties soaked when we get home.“ He grunted, readjusting in his seat as he heard a moaned chuckle escape her lips.

“That’s going to be hard Rog…” She smirked at him, fingers stroking her as fast as she possibly could, a muffled, wet noise echoing trough the car.

“What? Why?” He glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not wearing any…” She moaned, smirking when she saw him bite his lip.

“You’re going to be the death of me” He breathed out, feeling his cock twitch at her words. His eyes met hers briefly and that made did trick for her: she came loudly, legs trembling, heels digging into her seat and hips thrusting up to meet her hand. Her head had fallen back, eyes nearly closed as she didn’t tear her gaze away from Rog.

He tried his best to focus on the road, but he couldn’t help glancing at her every five seconds or so, watching her pleasuring herself to a breaking point all while looking at him. And her noises, oh lord, the noises were the most sinful and beautiful thing he’d ever heard and it nearly made him cum in his pants.

She could see him tense up, breathing labored and ragged as she came down from her high. She pulled her fingers from her clit, raising them to his lips and he sucked on them, humming at her taste. Without a warning he stopped the car and turned to her, kissing her fiercely and reaching his hand down her shorts, wanting to taste her again.

She didn’t even notice they were at her place already, except for when she pulled away from the kiss and caught a glimpse of Mrs. Williams looking at her with a face of utter disgust; she’d have to be blind not to realize where Roger had his hands and that woman was far from being blind.

At the slurping noise Roger made while sucking her fingers she turned to him with her cheeks flushed, holding back her laughter. “What?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed, eyes moving to the spot where hers previously looked, seeing the woman with her eyes on them. “I think she likes what she sees baby girl” he chuckled, kissing her on the lips one last time. “But this is a private show, only for me and you to enjoy, so how about we get inside?” He smirked at her, moving to get out of the car, not really bothered if Brooklyn’s neighbor saw how hard he was or how fucked up Brooklyn looked.

The girl followed behind, closing the car behind herself and walking to Roger, intertwining her fingers with his and leading him inside her house. As soon as Roger closed the door behind himself, her hands flew to her - more like his - shirt and pulled it out of her shorts, undoing the buttons slowly and maintaining eye contact with Roger as he took a step closer to her. His left hand came to rest on her waist while his right one came to her chin, lifting her head just a little up and planting his lips on hers. He didn’t move for a few seconds until he felt her hands sliding over his middle, holding him close. Her eyes gradually closed, and her breath finally began to slow down. Only then Roger began to move his lips. He knew she melted whenever he kissed her like this, and he could feel her relaxing into his touch. Her head tilted to the side, Roger mimicked it, and soon the kiss deepened, but didn’t speed up.

His rough and yet delicate hands moved to her front, slowly undoing the last few buttons of the shirt until he was able to feel the skin of her stomach freely. His hands rested on her sides, thumbs gently stroking her ribs and the bottom of her bralette-covered breasts, sighing deeply against her lips. He pulled her a bit closer, more firmly, before they both parted their lips, still allowing them to brush together.

“I love it when you kiss me like that…” she spoke in a low voice against his lips, a smile wide across her face while they both kept their eyes closed

“I love you,” he breathed out, not daring to open his eyes as his hands squeezed her more firmly, like she was a dream about to fade away from his memory.

“I love you too,” she breathed out with a wide smile.

His lips pecked hers once before he moved his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, wet, open-mouthed kissed on her skin until he reached her collarbone. His hands reached for the waistline of her shorts and undid the button, letting the demin slide down a bit. Roger looked down at the wet patch on her clothes, looking back up at her eyes and brushing his lips against hers like he was going to dive in for a kiss, instead just teasing.

“You’ve made a mess all over your clothes baby,” he whispered, pushing her shorts all the way down to the floor and kneeling in front of her, a look of sheer love and admiration in his eyes. His hands trailed up her legs, stroking her skin as she looked down at him, her breathing getting heavier by the second as her hand reached to tangle itself in his hair.

The look in his eyes asked for permission, and as she nodded, he placed a single kiss over her clit, smiling as a small and weak whimper left her lips. His tongue darted out, moving between her folds and making her moan. Waves of pleasure made her shock violently, hand tugging his hair because she felt like she was going to collapse like a corpse on the ground at any moment if he kept up his work. And that seemed exactly his plan. His eyes had closed, face relaxed while he skillfully worked his tongue against her wet cunt, delighted by her salty taste. And the simple sight made her knees grow weaker, making her reach a hand to the railing of the stairs besides them, looking for extra support. It would probably make her arm go numb, but in that moment, she didn’t care.

Roger looked up at her through his long lashes with a smile spreading across his face. He placed a kiss on her clit again and then got up on his feet, bringing her closer by the waist “I think it’s better if you lay down, don’t you?” He smirked, picking her up effortlessly and walking to her bedroom.

By now, most of her stuff was gone. Some boxes rested on the corner, filled with the last piles of clothes and some old decoration she wanted to bring along with her to their new flat, way closer to Roger’s studio and way bigger. Enough for him, her, and the little one - or ones - they hoped to have. He placed her on top of the bed, stopping for a minute to admire her: her hair fell around her perfeclty, creating almost a sea of dark brown waves; her pupils were blown wide with lust, the brown nearly gone and replaced by their black; her chest, adorned by the black, lacy bralette she wore moved up and down in quick moves and, lastly, her legs were spread for him, wetness glistening under the afternoon glow. She was with no shadow of a doubt the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And she was his; she wanted to be his. It made his chest clench in the most delicious way possible, and a smile break across his face again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked shyly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to rest on his fours on top of her, noses bumping together while their lips brushed.

“Because you’re beautiful” he looked down at her with his endearing love-struck gaze, mixed slightly with his lust-blown pupils as well. As much as the tent in his jeans was uncomfortable, he could not bring himself to stop looking at her the way he was now.

She chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips “I love you a lot Roger. And you’re beautiful too, and that’s why if you don’t get down there again I’ll be extremely frustrated!” She stated and he laughed aloud at that.

He kissed her lips again, pulling away to wink at her. “Aye, Aye Captain” he joked, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her body. First on the column of her neck, then between her breasts, then right above her belly button, and then her hip bone. The last one was placed on her clit, followed by his tongue pressing flatly against it and his lips wrapped around it, sucking her into his mouth with a wet noise.

“Fuck Rog…” her voice echoed inside the room and inside his head. “You’re so good to me.” she moaned again, her hand trailing down to his hair and the other one gripping the bed sheets.

He hummed happily against her, hands wrapping around her thighs to stop them from closing around his head. He alternated between sucking her nub and fucking her with his tongue, rolling it around her walls and feeling her clench at the feeling. The overstimulation from the first orgasm made this second one build a lot quicker, and as much as he loved having her cumming with his tongue, he knew she didn’t love overstimulation that much. He stopped and brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply and slowly.

“You gonna fill me up Rog?” she moaned against his lips, earning a groan from the back of his throat as he rutted against her.

“Yeah baby girl,” he moaned, pressing harder against her.

“Yeah? Gonna give me your babies? Get me all knocked up, looking big and beautiful only for you?” she moaned, and that, along with the talking, made Roger nearly loose it.

“Fuck Brook… How do you want it baby girl? Tell me how you want me to fill you up.“ He breathed out, getting on his knees and doing a quick work of his clothes.

Instead of answering she turned around, laying with her ass on the air and in full display for him. She heard more shuffling before she felt the tip of his cock run through her folds, gathering the slickness before pulling away.

“Show me you can take my cock,” he asked and by the tone of his voice, she could picture his hand moving languidly over his length.

Without so much as flinch, she dipped two fingers inside herself, soon followed by a third one and, as quick as they were in they were out. Just to show Rog she’d take him easily. He pressed his cock against her hole again. And this time, he pushed inside, her walls clenching violently as she moaned loudly, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“So warm and so wet…” Roger moaned, hands moving to her body as he stroked the skin of her waist. “Can I move?” He asked between ragged breaths and as she nodded he pulled back, before pushing back in, causing another moan to roll out from both their mouths.

He started slow, with deep and harsh thrusts, filling her up to the brim. But, as the pleasure became too much, and the pleas more consistent, his pace built up. His unflinching rhythm skills making her roll her eyes to the back of her head with a series of curse words leaving her mouth as she began to push back into him. She wanted to praise him more, to ask for his cum, but her brain could no longer function with how much pleasure she was feeling. And soon enough, she was nearing another orgasm.

“Roger please…” she begged, her right hand moving to rest on top of his one, squeezing and bringing it to her clit “I’m gonna cum…” her voice was shallow and, as he leaned on top of her to have a better access to her clit, his mouth pressed itself against her ear, his grunts now being the only thing she could focus on.

“It’s alright baby girl… Cum all over my cock, show me how good I make you feel.“ He moaned out, feeling the familiar coil on his stomach getting tighter and tighter and his thrusts getting sloppier.

He flicked his finger over her clit in rapid moves, pressuring just right and, as his free hand moved to pull her left tit out of her bra and kneed it between his fingers. That did it, she was sent over the edge as a loud cry of pleasure echoed the room. Her body shook against him, hips pushing back against him and away from him with force, walls pulsing violently around his cock until he too came with a loud moan by her ear. His hands squeezed her body tight against his and he buried his cock balls deep into her, loads of cum shooting inside her body with every stutter of his hips.

The one move they made was to collapse sideways on her bed, bodies sweaty and warm against each other. Roger kept his arms around her, by her stomach, not bothering to pull out, he just wanted to feel her every time she clenched. “That was really good.” She breathed out, followed by a light laugh coming from them both.

“Yeah,“ he simply spoke, still trying to calm his breath. “But let’s face it: it always is with us.” His tone was playful and smug, and it perfectly accompanied the smirk on his lips.

She wrestled a bit until she was able to turn around in his grasp, a smile glued to her face as her hand began to push his sweaty hair out of his face.

He was thinking about something, she could see it by the look in his eyes, but before she could ask, he began to speak. “I want to host a little dinner so you can meet them.” He said while pulling her closer and rolling onto his back, letting her rest on top of him.

“The band?” She asked and he nodded “Are you sure?” her voice held insecurities that Roger already knew about and it made him hug her tight against him.

“You’re the most important person in my life,” he began, voice low and sweet by her ear. “They’ve been part of very important things in my life and I want them to know that I’m with you, that I love you, that I plan on spending every moment I can with you and every other sappy thing you can think of…” he smiled widely at her. “I know you think they won’t like you but can you please tell me, what’s not to like?” She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest, meeting his eyes “You’re funny, generous, empathic, caring, sarcastic, hot as fuck, beautiful… You’re the jackpot I never played to get. The only reason I could ever think for not wanting them to meet you is because I still think you could get so much better than me and I’m afraid they’re that person.” He spoke with his voice breaking at the end, hands cupping her flaming cheeks as he peppered kisses across her forehead. “You’re the love of my life baby.” He smiled down at her.

She could feel her cheeks hurting due to the wideness of her smile. “I won’t ever leave you. Never baby. Not for one of your bandmates, not for anyone else.” she stroked his hair, tangling one of her hands in his. “You’re it for me. Don’t ever forget that!” She kissed him, letting go of his hand as he snaked his arms around her and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

#roger taylor fanfiction #queen fanfiction #queen band fanfiction #roger taylor one shot #roger taylor #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor smut #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor imagine #queen imagine #meg writes

85 notes · View notes

randomkposts · 5 years ago

Text

Ino: The most suited person for mental TT. And a bunch of info by past me on Ninjas

When I was younger, I wanted to see Ino send her brain back in time, and there were not a lot of fic out about that fact.

Then I looked up some stuff about Ninja's on the internet, that is here for... reference, I think. I own nothing but my own ideas.

Murphy's Law of Law of Space And Time

The universe is not only weirder than we suppose. It's weirder than we can suppose.

Ino's use of her Shintenshin no Jutsu has sent her mind mentally traveling back from a war torn future at age 23... To when she was 9 and at peace. Is this a disaster or a blessing in disguise? Can Ino change the future without allies or any help beyond her mind?

Author's notes: I'm really surprised this idea hasn't been explored more. Ino's jutsu makes her the perfect person for mental time travel. Ino needs more in depth stories about her also serves as a medium to explore the roles of Shinobi and kunoichi ' s more realistically.

Kunoichi notes

Little bit of historical fact :

A female ninja is not automatically called a kunoichi.

A kunoichi, in actual definition, is anyone - male or female- who uses sex as their tool or cover for their assignment.

Often times, this meant a female to a male.. However, it could also mean a male to a male or a female to a female.

True, the term kunoichi is a play on the strokes used to write the kanji for "woman"..but this refers not to the actual gender of the ninja, but to the "sexually submissive role"... which, as we know, is the "woman of the relationship" in a male dominated society.

So.. rather than thinking kunoichi means "a female ninja"... think that it means "the woman in the relationship".

Kunoichi is a jutsu, not a title..

kunoichi-no-jutsu is the actual term.

This is completely documented in the Bansenshukai, which is beyond contestation as a source of ninjutsu knowledge... so I feel no impulse to defend this statement. I don't care what you read online or what your sensei says.. this definition comes DIRECTLY from the most comprehensive ninjutsu densho in existence... period.

What is a Kunoichi?

'Kunoichi' is a term used for female practitioners of the art of ninjutsu. According to what we know today, they were particularly known for their skills in information gathering and their intuition. Like the men, they were also trained in self protection, including the skills and tools necessary to keep themselves safe.

Contrary to some popular myths, ninja were not simply assassins for hire. One of their strong suits was the ability to gather intelligence. The saying is, 'information is power', and that is as true today as it was in feudal Japan. The ninja's ability to 'hide in plain sight', by taking on roles such as gardener, farmer or priest to gather information, was one of the many skills they practiced. In the case of the kunoichi, they were able to take on roles that men could not - maid, shrine attendant, courtesan, concubine, servant, etc. - to gain access to people and information.

According to Dr. Masaaki Hatsumi, Grandmaster of the Bujinkan system, kunoichi were given special training in psychological skills and intuition. They would also have been trained in Hensojutsu (acting, disguise, impersonation, infiltration), and in skills such as music, dance, tea ceremony, etc. that were needed when taking on certain roles.

Kunoichi in the modern world are just as likely to be found in roles and professions that in former times would have been limited only to men. Women in the Bujinkan can today be found in fields such as: law enforcement, military, executive protection, legal, medical - you name it.

Shinobi notes

A high level ninja, highly trained in the art of stealth. Roughly translates into "Walker of Shadows" or "Warrior of the Night." These ninja were considered to be very powerful in both body and spirit.

n. pl. ninja or nin·jas

A member of a class of 14th-century Japanese mercenary agents who were trained in the martial arts and hired for covert operations such as assassination and sabotage.

ninja (忍者?) or shinobi (忍び?) was a covert agent or mercenary in feudal Japan who specialized in unorthodox warfare. The functions of the ninja included espionage, sabotage, infiltration, and assassination, and open combat in certain situations.[1] Their covert methods of waging war contrasted the ninja with the samurai, who observed strict rules about honor and combat.[2] The shinobi proper, a specially trained group of spies and mercenaries,

where they were recruited as spies, raiders, arsonists and even terrorists. Amongst the samurai, a sense of ritual and decorum was observed, where one was expected to fight or duel openly.

Sengoku period, the shinobi had several roles, including spy (kanchō), scout (teisatsu), surprise attacker (kishu), and agitator (konran).[21] The ninja families were organized into larger guilds, each with their own territories.[23] A system of rank existed. A jōnin ("upper man") was the highest rank, representing the group and hiring out mercenaries. This is followed by the chūnin ("middle man"), assistants to the jōnin. At the bottom was the genin ("lower man"), field agents drawn from the lower class and assigned to carry out actual missions.[24]

oniwaban, an intelligence agency and secret service. Members of this office, the oniwabanshū ("garden keeper"), were agents involved in collecting information on daimyos and government officials.[42] The secretive nature of the oniwaban – along with the earlier tradition of using Iga and Kōga clan members as palace guards – have led some sources to define the oniwabanshū as "ninja".[43

The ninja were stealth soldiers and mercenaries hired mostly by daimyos.[45] Their primary roles were those of espionage and sabotage, although assassinations were also attributed to ninja. In battle, the ninja could also be used to cause confusion amongst the enemy.[46] A degree of psychological warfare in the capturing of enemy banners can be seen illustrated in the Ōu Eikei Gunki

Espionage

Espionage was the chief role of the ninja. With the aid of disguises, the ninja gathered information on enemy terrain, building specifications, as well as obtaining passwords and communiques. The aforementioned supplement to the Nochi Kagami briefly describes the ninja's role in espionage:

Arson was the primary form of sabotage practiced by the ninja, who targeted castles and camps.

Japanese castles were designed to be difficult to navigate, with winding routes leading to the inner compound. Blind spots and holes in walls provided constant surveillance of these labyrinthine paths

long "nightingale" floors, which rested on metal hinges (uguisu-bari) specifically designed to squeak loudly when walked over.[59] Grounds covered with gravel also provided early notice of unwanted intruders, and segregated buildings allowed fires to be better contained.[60]

Skills were rather distributed among a variety of covered espionage and survival skills.Outside the expected martial art disciplines, a youth studied survival and scouting techniques, as well as information regarding poisons and explosives.[62] Physical training was also important, which involved long distance runs, climbing, stealth methods of walking[63] and swimming.[64] A certain degree of knowledge regarding common professions was also required if one was expected to take their form in disguise.[62] Some evidence of medical training

The ninja did not always work alone. Teamwork techniques exist: for example, in order to scale a wall, a group of ninja may carry each other on their backs, or provide a human platform to assist an individual in reaching greater heights.[67] The Mikawa Go Fudoki gives an account where a coordinated team of attackers used passwords to communicate. The account also gives a case of deception, where the attackers dressed in the same clothes as the defenders, causing much confusion.[31] When a retreat was needed during the Siege of Osaka, ninja were commanded to fire upon friendly troops from behind, causing the troops to charge backwards in order to attack a perceived enemy. This tactic was used again later on as a method of crowd dispersal.[33]

revolve around ways to avoid detection, and methods of escape.[8] These techniques were loosely grouped

Hitsuke – The practice of distracting guards by starting a fire away from the ninja's planned point of entry. Falls under "fire techniques" (katon-no-jutsu).[68]

Tanuki-gakure – The practice of climbing a tree and camouflaging oneself within the foliage. Falls under "wood techniques" (mokuton-no-jutsu).[68]

Ukigusa-gakure – The practice of throwing duckweed over water in order to conceal underwater movement. Falls under "water techniques" (suiton-no-jutsu).[68]

Uzura-gakure – The practice of curling into a ball and remaining motionless in order to appear like a stone. Falls under "earth techniques" (doton-no-jutsu).[68]

Most were tools used in the infiltration of castles. A wide range of specialized equipment is described and illustrated in the 17th century Bansenshukai,[72] including climbing equipment, extending spears,[65]rocket-propelled arrows,[73] and small collapsible boats.[74]

more common for the ninja to be disguised as civilians. Despite the lack of hard evidence, it has been put forward by some authorities that black robes, perhaps slightly tainted with red to hide bloodstains, was indeed the sensible garment of choice for infiltration.[44]

Clothing used was similar to that of the samurai, but loose garments (such as leggings) were tucked into trousers or secured with belts. The tenugui, a piece of cloth also used in martial arts, had many functions. It could be used to cover the face, form a belt, or assist in climbing.

pieces of light armor purportedly worn by ninja exist ninja often show them in samurai armor. There were lightweight concealable types of armour made with kusari (chain armour) and small armor plates such as karuta that could have been worn by ninja including katabira (jackets) made with armour hidden between layers of cloth. Shin and arm guards, along with metal-reinforced hoods are also speculated to make up the ninja's armor.

Tools

Tools used for infiltration and espionage are some of the most abundant artifacts related to the ninja. Ropes and grappling hooks were common, and were tied to the belt.[72] A collapsible ladder is illustrated in the Bansenshukai, featuring spikes at both ends to anchor the ladder.[77] Spiked or hooked climbing gear worn on the hands and feet also doubled as weapons.[78] Other implements include chisels, hammers, drills, picks and so forth.

The kunai was a heavy pointed tool, possibly derived from the Japanese masonry trowel, to which it closely resembles. Although it is often portrayed in popular culture as a weapon, the kunai was primarily used for gouging holes in walls.[79] Knives and small saws (hamagari) were also used to create holes in buildings, where they served as a foothold or a passage of entry.[80] A portable listening device (saoto hikigane) was used to eavesdrop on conversations and detect sounds.

The mizugumo was a set of wooden shoes supposedly allowing the ninja to walk on water.[74] They were meant to work by distributing the wearer's weight over the shoes' wide bottom surface. The word mizugumo is derived from the native name for the Japanese water spider (Argyroneta aquatica japonica). The mizugumo was featured on the show Mythbusters, where it was demonstrated unfit for walking on water. The ukidari, a similar footwear for walking on water, also existed in the form of a round bucket, but was probably quite unstable.[82] Inflatable skins and breathing tubes allowed the ninja to stay underwater for longer periods of time.[83]

Bansenshukai ( ninja book ) warns one not to be overburdened with equipment, starting "...a successful ninja is one who uses but one tool for multiple tasks

Weapons

Although shorter swords and daggers were used, the katana was probably the ninja's weapon of choice, and was sometimes carried on the back.[71] The katana had several uses beyond normal combat. In dark places, the scabbard could be extended out of the sword, and used as a long probing device.[85] The sword could also be laid against the wall, where the ninja could use the sword guard (tsuba) to gain a higher foothold.[86] The katana could even be used as a device to stun enemies before attacking them, by putting a combination of red pepper, dirt or dust, and iron filings into the area near the top of the scabbard, so that as the sword was drawn the concoction would fly into the enemy's eyes, stunning him until a lethal blow could be made. While straight swords were used before the invention of the katana,[87] the straight ninjatō has no historical precedent and is likely a modern invention.

An array of darts, spikes, knives, and sharp, star-shaped discs were known collectively as shuriken. While not exclusive to the ninja,[88] they were an important part of the arsenal, where they could be thrown in any direction.[89] Bows were used for sharpshooting, and some ninjas' bows were intentionally made smaller than the traditional yumi (longbow).[90] The chain and sickle (kusarigama) was also used by the ninja.[91] This weapon consisted of a weight on one end of a chain, and a sickle (kama) on the other. The weight was swung to injure or disable an opponent, and the sickle used to kill at close range. Simple gardening tools such as kunai and sickles were used as weaponry so that, if discovered, a ninja could claim they are his tools and not weapons, despite their ability to be used in battle.

Explosives introduced from China were known in Japan by the time of the Mongol Invasions in the 13th century.[92] Later, explosives such as hand-held bombs and grenades were adopted by the ninja.[83] Soft-cased bombs were designed to release smoke or poison gas, along with fragmentation explosives packed with iron or pottery shrapnel.[67]

Along with common weapons, a large assortment of miscellaneous arms were associated with the ninja. Some examples include poison,[72]makibishi,[93] cane swords (shikomizue),[94] landmines,[95]fukiya (blowguns), poisoned darts, acid-spurting tubes, and firearms.[83] The happō, a small eggshell filled with blinding powder (metsubushi), was also used to facilitate escape.[96]

the practice of starting fires in order to cover a ninja's trail falls under katon-no-jutsu ("fire techniques").[93] Kites were indeed used in Japanese warfare, but mostly for the purpose of sending messages and relaying signals

#Random K #Naruto #Ino #time travel #plot bunnies #rambling #half reaserch #ninjas #ninja info

3 notes · View notes

theonetheycallbatman · 7 years ago

Text

Unexpected Twist

Summary: Going out with your friend didn’t go as planned, and making spur of the moment decides isn’t your thing. Especially when someone as enchanting is watch your every move.

Word Count: 1858

Genre: Idk horror,drama,romance,angst

Warning: Death mentioned, suicide

“Come on let’s go.” Emma said lightly jogging away from me. “Stop being a little bitch, this is the only time we can go in there.” I look at the house in horror. This is most definitely the main thing I hate about October, everybody feels the need to go to haunted houses. I have no problem with the fake staged ones. Sure I’m there all for it, but no I just had to get friends who want to be fucking ghost hunters and shit. Whose main goal in life it seems is it scare the shit out of me.

“I’m not sure we should be in here Em it doesn’t look stable.” She looks at me unamused, which I understand she’s been talking about this for about 2 months. Em is the type of person who believes that you have to wait for the spirits to give you a sign, before you do anything crazy. Apparently she received at sign today because here why are, in this creepy house.

“This house is said to have been owned buy this super hot guy right.” “Okay, so you think he’s haunting the house or something.” You said looking at the picture that was still hanging on the wall.

“No I swear I seen him in the window or something. I don’t think he’s a ghost y/n.” Then what the hell are we doing here, you said in your head but is was all over your face that you were thinking that. “Let me explain, back in whatever this guy was said to be a vampire or some crap right. So because he was so hot right women was just throwing themselves at him…….” I pretty much tune out because I didn’t want to be here in the first place.

She continued telling me about how she thinks this guy was a vampire who seduced women so he could feed. “Who is your info supplier, because they have serious problems. Clearly that shit is made up, I mean you don’t actually believe that right.”

“The internet if you must know and yes the internet never lies.”

As we reach the top of the stairs she takes off into one of the rooms, leaving me in the hallway by myself. “Em, this isn’t funny come back.” I say when she screams. “I’m leaving okay, I don’t want be here no more. Especially if you’re gonna be doing shit like this.” Waiting to see if she would come back out whatever room she was in. I feel something behind me I close my eyes not wanting to know what it was or who.

“ BOO!” She shoves me forward laughing as I scream out in absolute terror. “ YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH” I say once I’ve caught my breathe, clenching my fist. Em looks at me laughing again “ Come you big baby.” Throwing her arm over my shoulder “I’m sorry I scared you, but there’s nothing to be scary of I promise.”

We move to the third floor, but there was nothing up there. We head back down stairs. I’m in front of her when I feel her put a hand over my mouth, she points at the bottom of the stairs. I see a figure standing there looking at the stairs.

“Did they go up this way?” I stare at the man scared to move in fear that he might hear me. Em is gone in the blink of a eye, when I look back at the man in the hallway I see her standing right next to him. He has his hand around her throat. I see her grab his forearm, gasping for air and trying to break free.

His eyes turned a deep red as he peered into her eyes. She slowly stopped fighting relaxing in his hold, even though he still had a has hand around her throat. As he released her, she stayed in front of him staring at him blankly. It was as if she was under some kind of spell or something. I continue to watch the whole thing unfold.

He holds up a finger telling her to come closer, and she moves slowly before stopping. Leaning down he whispers something in here ear pointing down the hall. Em looks to where he pointed before nodding her head, he kissed her left cheek smiling “Good girl, you would have been a good toy.” Putting some hair behind her ear. He looks over at me making direct eye contact “Y/n why don’t you come over here you wouldn’t want to miss the show.” He says holding out his hand toward me.

I walk to him completely entranced, making my way over to him I grab his hand. “Walk” he said in a demanding voice that sent chills throughout my body. Em started walking away from us, and he moved to stand behind me putting his hands on my hips.

“Watch this sweetheart its going to surprise you I promise.” he whispered in my ear, pressing his lips lightly against it. “Go on Em show her.”

She picked up something from the floor and used it to break the window. Then picked up a piece of broken glass she pressed it against her throat dragging it across slowly.

“EMMA NO, MAKE HER STOP PLEASE” I screamed out in horror staring back at him. Pushing myself away making the two of us stagger. He released his hold, and I fall the floor crawling over to Em who is now probably dead.

I look over at him and see him leaning against the wall, “Why did you do that? Why did you kill her?” I ask not expecting an answer. I hold Em close to me laying my forehead on hers “ Because I didn’t need her-”

“Then you don’t need me…… kill me” I stare at him as he sighs walking over to me, grabbing my chin lightly making me look up at him. “Of course I don’t need you, I don’t need anything or anyone.” He smiles staring into my eyes like he’s looking for something. “But……… I want you”

Pulling me away from her body, holding me close to his. He rubs my arm standing up pulling me with him. “Will you look at me please, I’m trying to be nice.” I stare at him blankly not wanting to fall for any of his tricks. But the longer I stare the more captivated I am by his aura and overall beauty.

I can for this first time clearing see his face, he has blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His skin is tan but not to much like caramel, and he has dimples that only show themselves when he smiles. Something tells me that he doesn’t smile or rather show emotion at all very much. He is much taller than myself, looking at him I slowly bring my hands to his face. Listening to him sigh at the feeling of me running my fingers through his soft hair. Placing his forehead on mine he pulls me closer to him.

I looks at his lips, before closing my eyes.”Don’t… Fuck this is going to be harder than I expected.” He stepped back placing a hand on my face “ I’m Namjoon by the way” He says winking at me before walking toward the stairs, I quickly follow him not wanting him to leave. I feel bad for leaving Em’s body but I’ll call the police once I’m safe.

“There’s no point” I look at him confused “Calling the cops don’t worry about it I’ll take care it.” He stops walking and turns around to face me “I’m not a vampire, your friend had her facts wrong that’s partly why I killed her.”

“Oh okay, So what are you then?” I asked because he clearly was not human, I don’t know how I would have explained that to the police without sounding like a psychopath. “Well sweetheart, I’m a demon and I don’t seduce people I convince them into doing things okay.” I nod because this is insane “Give me your hand love.”

I reach for his hand slowly, hesitating a little not knowing if I should really trust him. He looks at me smiling “It’s fine I have no intention on hurting you I promise.” I watch his eyes looking for a sign that he might be lying, but there was none. Finally placing my hand in his, he pulls me into his body and grabs my chin making me look at him.

“I going to keep you safe understand, Its dangerous where I’m taking you and I need you to stay by my side and listen to me got it.” I want to kiss him so bad, the dominates that he exudes is unreal and his voice is soft like velvet. He chuckles looking at me. “Baby girl I need you to focus did you hear what I said.”

I nod my head “No I want to hear you say it”. Looking at the floor I start nodding my head again before meekly stating that I understood what he said. I can feel Namjoon grinning at me, he lifts my head up. “Good that’s what I like to hear.”

Leaning his forehead unto mine he closes his eyes, “Do you trust me and trust that I can keep you safe?” He whispers almost against me lips. “Yes” I tilt my head up a little pushing our lips together.

They move in sync as we don’t even stop to breathe, he walks front sliding his hands down to my thighs. Picking me up I gasp as my legs wrap around his waist. He pushes me against the wall clasping my ass in his hands, he pulls away from me biting my lips in the process. He leans back in pecking me lips before placing his forehead on mine again. “You are going to be a problem you know that don’t you.” Shaking my head smiling I lean to kiss him again. As I do he sets me back down hugging my body.

He moves behind me kissing my neck “I want you to close your eyes okay.” You comply fully aware that he can still kill you any time if he wanted. “Alright then baby girl lets go.” He says smiling against your neck.

“Open your eyes now love.” He moves to lean on the wall behind you smiling to himself. Upon opening your eyes you see that the sky to a red hue and the moon is blood red, yet it looks beautiful you move to look at him obvious surprise painted on your face. “Where are we Namjoon.”

“This is my home” I stare at him shocked before looking back at the sky. “How” He smiles once again “I’ll explain once we are inside” as he said that a door I didn’t know was there opened. He reached for my hand “It’s dangerous for you to be here remember and the long you are out, there’s a higher chance of them smelling you okay.” I nodded before taking his hand and going into the house.

A/N: well I hope you enjoyed reading that as make as I almost died writing it lol jk. But seriously thanks and I might write a part 2 or turn it into a series but I dont know yet. What do you think?

#kim namjoon #namjoon scenario #namjoon smut #bts #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts demon au #namjoom demon au #halloween #khh imagines #khh scenarios #readerxcharacter #long reads #rm #bangtan #bangtan boys

70 notes · View notes

soitmightgetweird · 7 years ago

Text

Happy Birthday, Captain!

Steve x reader

Summary: it’s Steve’s 99th birthday!

Warnings: a couple swears, as usual

Word Count: 2674

A/N: enjoy :) I also tagged a couple people at the end that I’ve seen say they don’t mind if people tag them in fics. Hope that’s alright! Let me know if you don’t want the tag and I’ll lay off next time

—

The sound of approaching footsteps caused to you snatch the piece of notebook paper from the counter top and stuff it into your back pocket. You tried to assume a casual position and hoped it didn’t look like you were up to something. As soon as Tony and Nat entered the kitchen, you relaxed a bit and propped your elbows on the island in front of you.

“Hey, totally random question but you can see the fireworks from the roof, right? There’s not another building blocking them?” you asked.

“What kind of billionaire would I be if my tower had sub-par views?” Tony quipped.

“Cool cool cool. Okay, unrelated question: can I have the contact info for your party planner?”

“Sure, if you can convince me that those questions are actually unrelated.”

A corner of Nat’s lips lifted in a smirk as she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and turned back around to face you. “Planning something for Steve?”

Dammit, Natasha.

Your eyes widened instantly and blood rushed to your cheeks as you tried to regain control over your expression. How did she do that? You didn’t think you’d ever been obvious about it and you’d only talked about it with two people…

Oh yeah, spy.

In the three months since you started working for Stark Industries, you’d moved from the marketing department to a sort of assistant to the Avengers. You honestly never would’ve expected it as it just sort of happened. Within two weeks, somehow you had attracted the attention of one Tony Stark and he started dragging you around the Tower for various other tasks. Your supervisor was a little peeved at first, but did he really expect you to say no to the boss man?

You almost tripped over yourself the first time Tony brought you around his team. You’d been staring intently at the folder in your hands, flipping through logo designs for a new organization within the company when suddenly he was introducing you to a group you didn’t know you’d walked into.

You’d become fast friends with Wanda and so you spent a lot of your free time with her and, by extension, sometimes the rest of the team. And sometime during the meetings and movie nights and company gatherings, you’d become close to the pair of super soldiers as well.

You crashed back into the moment when Tony chuckled softly. “Ooh. Got the hots for Capsicle? Bummer.”

Your gaze flicked to Tony. “Bummer?”

He lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Always a shame when beautiful women are off the market.”

“Off the- oh come on, Tony. That’s not… He doesn’t-”

“It’s cool. Your secret’s safe with me,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes as you watched him draw an X over his chest with his finger. “Okay one, you’re terrible at keeping secrets. And two, there’s no secret.”

“What makes you think I’m terrible at keeping secrets?”

“I am Iron Man.”

His lips twitched as he tried to hold back a grin. “Valid point. But the sentiment still stands. Listen, if you’re going to throw a party, do it yourself. Keep it to those of us usually around the tower–people he actually interacts with. Avengers plus the strays plus those of you that hold down the fort behind the scenes. He’ll be more comfortable.”

“Oh my God, Bucky, what the hell was I thinking?” you sighed as you marched into his room and flopped straight onto his bed.

He turned around in his desk chair and raised an eyebrow as he looked you over. “What’s the problem?”

“I can’t do this!” You knew your voice was muffled because you were face down on his bed but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn your head.

“Gotta be more specific.”

You started to talk again but the response got lost in his comforter.

“Doll. Move your face.”

You shifted just enough to angle your face in his direction and took a deep breath of fresh air before continuing. “I dunno what I was thinking. He’s gonna think my present is lame and by extension that I’m lame and I… I’m always just gonna be the girl who does marketing-slash-whatever else Tony decides he needs at the moment and… I dunno why I think Steve will ever be interested in me-”

“I told you I’m pretty sure he is-”

“No, Buck, he was just flirting with that new girl from the September Foundation and-”

“Okay, calm down. First, breathe. You’ve been non-stop since I asked you to elaborate. Stevie can’t flirt his way out of a paper bag so I guarantee it was all her.”

You simply groaned and rolled over, curling onto your side with your back to your friend. “Fine. Well she’s still gorgeous and I’m-”

“Nope. You’re not doin’ that.” You heard the chair creak and a couple quiet footsteps before the bed dipped down behind you. “Don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart. Steve thinks you’re great. Trust me, I hear it often. ‘She looks beautiful today. D'you think she likes to dance? God, Buck, her laugh is perfect. We have the same favorite dog.’ I swear, he’s like a damn teenager.”

You couldn’t stop the snort of laughter as you listened to Bucky imitate his best friend. When your giggles subsided, there was a beat of silence before you spoke again. "I’m nervous as hell.“

“He’ll love it.”

–

You couldn’t move from in front of the mirror in Wanda’s room. You tried but your nerves had sprouted roots you were sure had no intention of releasing their grasp on the ground beneath you. But hey, at least you felt cute as you stood there imitating a statue.

She had all but thrown your current outfit at you a couple hours ago before leaving to finish decorating. Your white shorts were paired with a flowy shirt that was blue with white stars near the collar and red and white stripes at the bottom. It reminded you a bit of Steve’s uniform; that was probably why she picked it.

Finally, you shook out your arms and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “FRIDAY, where’s Steve?”

The AI answered a second later. “In the common room. He won’t stop asking for the team’s location.”

After a quick text to Wanda to let her know you were on your way with the birthday boy, you slid your phone into your back pocket and left your room. You found the Captain standing behind the couch in the main room with his arms folded across his chest.

“Something’s wrong with FRIDAY, she won’t-” He stopped short when he turned around and saw you. “Hi.”

You smirked. “You’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that, Rogers.”

His mouth clamped shut as a blush covered his cheeks. “Sorry, um… something’s… FRIDAY’s not being very helpful. Do you, uh… where is everyone?”

“I think they said something about getting ready for the fireworks? It’s Independence Day!”

His face fell slightly. “It is, isn’t it?”

You tried to keep a smile on your face even though you felt a twinge of guilt at letting him think that was the only reason you considered the day special. Squaring your shoulders, you crossed the room and held your hand out to the man in front of you. He briefly hesitated before unfolding his arms and placing his palm in yours. You wasted no time in intertwining your fingers and pulling him along behind you as you made your way to the elevators.

Neither of you spoke as the elevator climbed fifteen floors to the rooftop patio. You squeezed his hand as the doors slid open, and you’d only taken a few steps out when he stopped walking, bringing you to a halt as well. The balloons and streamers were visible immediately, an overload of red, white, and blue around the open space. There was even two giant silver balloons in the shape of 9s. That must’ve been Tony’s idea.

The moment you looked back at the super soldier, you heard a shuffling noise before the rest of the group walked into the open, yelling “happy birthday” to the stunned man behind you.

Bucky was the first one to walk up and engulf Steve in a hug. “Here’s to the last year of your nineties, punk,” he said with a laugh.

Steve chuckled too, clapping a hand on Bucky’s back as he embraced him. “This your doin’, Buck?” he asked as he pulled away.

“Nah, she’s the party planner.”

Steve’s eyes widened as he turned to you.

“Surprise,” you said, doing a little wave with your hands. Well, with one hand because Steve still had a hold of the other.

You were sure he was about to respond but Tony swooped in and threw his arm over Steve’s shoulders. “Alright, old man, you can’t let these two hog you all night; you gotta mingle with everyone else too.”

Your eyes were glued to Steve’s back as he walked away, mesmerized by the way his muscles shifted beneath the dark blue t-shirt and jeans he wore. It wasn’t until Bucky let out a laugh next to you that you realized you were staring.

“I dunno why you think you’re subtle about your crush,” Bucky said quietly.

You couldn’t stop the huff as you reached out and smacked his chest. “Shut it, Barnes.”

–

You were beyond pleased with how the afternoon played out. There was a constant flow of easy conversations, no one ended up hammered, there were no arguments. They played a couple rounds of beer pong, which Steve was surprisingly good at. There was even a long round of embarrassing childhood stories that you surprisingly willingly participated in. That was probably courtesy of the alcohol.

A little before nightfall, Tony captured everyone’s attention to give a little speech celebrating Steve’s birthday. He finished it off by announcing that Steve needed to open his gifts before the fireworks started.

Steve glanced around the space then turned back to Tony with a raised eyebrow. “I know I’m old, but I’m not blind, am I?”

“Oh!” Tony snapped his fingers and pointed to you. “Take the Captain to his gift, yeah?”

“Just me?”

“We can’t bring it up here and it’ll get crowded if we all go down there, so yeah. Scram.”

–

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you and Steve entered the elevator again. The nerves were much worse this time. Before, you’d just been showing him that his friends didn’t forget his birthday. This time, you were showing him something that took more planning. It was much more personal. Questions flew through your head and caused a little seed of doubt to plant itself in your mind. What if Steve didn’t like your gift? What if it was too much? What if it was just too much from you.

The ride felt much longer this time too, despite only descending two floors. The hallway to your destination looked just like the rest did on the higher levels–clean lines, polished concrete floors, light gray walls, and a few scattered stainless steel doors. All the rooms had been empty until you asked to use one for the gift.

Steve walked silently next to you as you went straight for the end of the hallway. You asked him to scan his fingerprint on the pad beside the door, and it slid open with a soft whoosh.

The lights were off, showcasing the darkening cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of you. You took a moment to take in the warm colors of the sunset and breathed in deeply to calm your nerves. Reaching out to a light switch, you revealed a brand new art studio.

You heard the breath leave Steve’s lungs in a quiet gasp.

The room wasn’t huge–maybe twenty by thirty feet–but there was clearly more than enough room to work on multiple projects at once. The light beige walls and dark floors were much easier on the eyes than the sterile feel of the hallway and a few strategically placed lamps eliminated the need for the overhead florescent lights. There was a tall, metal cabinet on the left side of the room, next to a couple shorter units with thin drawers for storing smaller items. A sink finished off that wall, giving him a place to clean paintbrushes. Two easels stood on the opposite side of the room beside a comfortable looking sitting area where he could relax. A large table sat in the middle of the room, providing a decently sized, flat workspace.

“Suprise! Again! So um. I thought that maybe you’d want a studio? You said you usually paint and draw in your room but it gets kinda messy and crowded so I asked Tony if he had an available room–preferably with an awesome view. And I’m super jealous, by the way,” you said with a smile as you stood in the middle of the room.

His eyes darted around the space. But he was still silent so you kept talking.

“Buck and I put together those cabinets and everyone bought you a bunch of supplies. Paints, canvases, charcoal pencils. Clint actually made this table. You can tell FRIDAY who you’d like to have access up here–if you want anyone up here at all. Um. I know you like records but I bet it’s distracting having to flip them every now and then, right? So FRIDAY also has access to all your music and you can control it with that panel right there; I’ll help you figure it out if you need. Oh! And those pictures on the wall are from Pe–uh they’re from Spider-Man. I asked for some really cool pictures of Brooklyn-”

Another huff from Steve broke your train of thought. Glancing to the side, you saw the look of pure adoration on his face.

“Is it… do you like it?”

“I love it,” he breathed.

You absolutely couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face and the little happy dance you did at his admission. You were just about to voice how ecstatic you were when he stepped closer and pressed his lips to yours.

You used to scoff at people when they told you they saw fireworks during a kiss, but you understood it now. Assuming you hadn’t been gone too long and those weren’t the actual fireworks.

His large hands cupped your face as the kiss continued. Heat bloomed out from the center of your chest and you just knew if he backed off at that moment, he’d see the blush covering your face. This was all you’d wanted for months and wow, your little daydreams did not come anywhere close to the real thing.

You were the first to pull away for air. He pressed his forehead to yours, your exhales intermingling between you. It took you a couple moments to realize you’d been gripping the front of his shirt. You looked down with a soft laugh and tried to smooth away the wrinkles.

“You’re amazing,” Steve said quietly. “Can’t believe you did all this for me.”

You smiled as you lifted your eyes to his again. “Everyone deserves something special every now and then. Though I’m afraid I’ve set the bar pretty high now for personalized gifts…”

He laughed. “True. No one else gets to thank you the way I did though,” he said as he leaned down for another quick kiss.

“Aw, but Nat’s birthday’s coming next!”

You were sure Steve tried to keep his expression neutral but a shade of pink still broke out and covered his face and neck.

You giggled. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist; I like it when you blush.”

He simply shook his head. “You’re somethin’ else, doll.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek before grabbing his hand once more. “Happy birthday Captain. Now c'mon, let’s go watch the fireworks.”

Tags: @bovaria @howlingbarnes @brighterlights

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #happy birthday cap

196 notes · View notes

lisinfleur · 5 years ago

Text

Treasure

The trip was longer this time. Hvitserk was tired and took a good time laid at the boat, just watching as the clouds were passing by the blue sky, changing in different forms as his boat was approaching home.

His arms crossed in the back of his head, his body laid on some of the softer packages he was bringing home, remembering him of the silky fabrics he was bringing from the Mediterranean.

Björn has shown him the way. He was now going there by himself with his own fleet of boats and his own men following his command to conquer new lands and find the treasures with which his boats were coming back fully loaded.

A smile broke on his lips: he had grown into a man, finally. She would be proud for sure. Just like when he stopped being a womanizer - as she was used to calling him - and found a proper wife who was now waiting for his child. Thora would be beautifully rounded when he could land his eyes over her once again, he could bet. But Y/N was and always would be his flower.

Of course, Hvitserk knew she would have to find a husband soon as well: she was reaching the proper age to get married and Ubbe wasn't disposed to let it pass. In their father's absence, it was his big brother's responsibility to evaluate every suitor their beautiful sister would attract to their Hall with her amazing beauty and sweet gentleness.

And it was his own task to eliminate the ones who could threaten her safety or hurt her in any way, he thought to himself. A task he would do with pleasure. Anything for his lovely sister. Y/N deserved the best.

As Hvitserk imagined, the two women of his life were waiting for him at the docks. His beautiful wife, swollen and shining with the life inside her belly. And sweet Y/N who came running, throwing her arms around his neck to embrace him tight. His hands lifting her by her waist to supply the difference in between their heights.

"How in the nine realms you managed to become even smaller?" he joked, just to receive her punches against his chest and hear Thora laughing while coming closer to kiss his lips.

"I'm not smaller! You're stronger! But that's good since you gonna have to carry two babies everywhere."

His face twisted in surprise and Thora nodded confirming the news.

"Fuck... I shot to the moon!"

"Don't start boasting, you silly! Thora here is a good woman as I told you she was!" Y/N shot back, causing Thora to giggle once again. "This merit is all ours, dear drunken shooter!"

He had to admit: he was drunk like a pig in his marriage night and if Thora was pregnant now, it was really kinda like her merit.

He smiled, caressing her belly and then, sliding his fingers through Y/N's chin.

"I brought gifts. For both of you," he said, smiling when Y/N smiled bigger looking at the boxes the new slaves were bringing from the boats.

"Did you find that fabric??" she asked about the satin she liked from his last trip and Hvitserk stopped a pair of slaves, lifting the cover of their cargo to show her the packs of different colors of satin he brought for her. "Oh! You found it!! Hvitserk, I love you!!!" She celebrated, cupping his face with both of her hands and kissing his cheek with a noisy kiss before going to fuss into the package, looking at all the different colors and messing with everything.

Thora touched his shoulders smiling gently to the way his eyes were shining over Y/N.

"She's all happy. Ubbe seems to have found a good suitor this time and she likes him... A boy is a good man, son of one of your father's Earls, soon to take his father's place."

Hvitserk's eyes became darker. Soon, she wouldn't be around to receive him that way but would be in a different dock to receive a different man... Her husband. Maybe her sons one day. He sighed and Thora noticed the change in his eyes, caressing his face.

"It's not far from here, my love. She'll be near, Ubbe wanted to warrant this as much as you want."

"Does she like him for real?" he asked, looking into Thora's eyes and his wife smiled at him.

"She's in love. She fell in love before the boy came to ask for her hand... They seem to be happy with each other and he treats her like a queen... With the same tender way you treat me." she answered.

"Then, I can handle it," Hvitserk said, looking back at his sweet sister, smiling when she embraced a red piece of satin, her eyes shining to the fabric just like he thought they would when he found that package. "All I want is to see her happy. And as long as he can put a smile on my sister's face, I'll receive him with pleasure. Whenever he decides to take her smile away, then, the gods will earn a sacrifice and I'll bring my sister back home. But I'm sure it won't be necessary...".

Thora smiled.

She wasn't expecting different from him.

Y/N was Hvitserk's precious treasure and the boy by her side would soon understand that she was the most important thing in his life.

Anything for his beloved sister.

Anything.

Do you like my work? Support me!

Tagged ones:

|| @bluearchersstuff || @ivarswickedqueen || @directionlessbuthappy || @akamaiden || @bang-kim-bap || @cris101071 || @solveigs-temple || @volvas-temple || @alicedopey || @captstefanbrandt || @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla || @lol-haha-joke || @normatural || @readsalot73 || @shutter-bug124 || @rekdreams247 || @slutforasoldier || @naaladareia || @laketaj24 || @therealcalicali || @grungyblonde || @arses21434 || @honestsycrets || @rabeccablake || @2thequietone4 || @blackspiritshake || @vikingsbifrost || @sincerelysinister || @x-valhalla || @allvikingsfanfic || @calum-hoodwinked-me || @lyanna-the-giantsbane || @chinduda || @isthat-tyra98 || @hissouthernprincess || @xinyourdreamsx || @thiahilmarsdottir ||

Want to be tagged? Ask me!

#history vikings #imagine vikings #hvitserk #hvitserk imagine #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk white shirt #hvitserk’s heathen feast #sister wives #5CW #5CW Event #5CWHvitserk2 #shot #later works

47 notes · View notes

sugas-kookies · 8 years ago

Text

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 4)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

A few days had passed since you moved into Yoongi’s mansion practically against your will. Even though you put up a bit of a fight against the idea, Yoongi just steamrolled your thoughts and opinions and had Hoseok help you pack up anything of importance and move it to his place. As much as you hated the idea of living with a mafia leader, you were somewhat relieved to not struggle to pay rent for your cramped apartment anymore.

That is, until you found out just how boring it was at the Min estate. For one thing, you certainly didn’t feel at home there, after all, it was the home of a guy you barely knew. Secondly, Yoongi had banned you from entering most of the rooms claiming that “there’s nothing interesting to see in those rooms”, which limited you to basically your new room, the library, the kitchen, and the main hall. You tried to be good, you really did, but there’s only so much of wandering the same four rooms that a person can take before they start to go crazy. Worst of all, you couldn’t even leave the mansion to do as you pleased. These luxurious walls were essentially just an over glorified prison for you, and you were not happy.

‘At least he didn’t force me to quit my job,’ You thought to yourself as you got dressed for another boring day, ‘I really would have gone crazy then, not having a reason to leave this place.’ You gave yourself a glace over in the rather large mirror that was set against the wall. Satisfied with how you looked, you opened the door to your room and stepped out into the hallway. ‘Still, I’m going to go insane if he doesn’t let me go out and do shit that doesn’t involve work.’

You began to make your way towards Yoongi’s office to complain when you bumped into Hoseok in the hallway, “Oh, hey (Y/n)! How are you?” Hoseok smiled brightly. His pure radiance never failed to stun you, it was truly incredible that someone could be the literal embodiment of sunshine.

“Oh, uh hey Hoseok,” You stuttered awkwardly. You still weren’t use to Yoongi’s men speaking to you. It was hard to figure out how someone was supposed to act around the mafia, “Do you know if Yoongi is in his office? I need to speak with him.”

He cocked his head questioningly, “Why, what do you need to speak to him about?” His tone of voice was a little tense, as if he were ready for you to say something that he would have to do something about.

You huffed, irritated that he wouldn’t just tell you what you wanted to know, “That’s between me and Yoongi, I just want to know where he is so I don’t go searching every room in this place. Care to help out?”

Hoseok’s smile faltered a little at your curt voice, “Well, I’m sorry (Y/n), but you can’t just barge into any room you please, even if you do live here now. Plus, his office is the worst place to walk in like you’re in charge, especially while he’s working.”

“So you’re saying Yoongi is in his office now? Thanks, Hoseok,” You smirked mischievously as you walked past him, proud that you had tricked him into giving away information.

He stood there gaping at you for a moment before he jogged to catch up with you, “Wait, wait, wait! I can’t let you do that (Y/n), Yoongi will have my head if I let you barge in there.” He frowned at you, pleading with his eyes for you to listen to him, but you weren’t in the mood to be sympathetic and listen.

“Sorry, Hoseok, but I really need to give him a piece of my mind right now,” You stopped at Yoongi’s office doors and put your hand on the doorknob before turning to Hoseok and winking, “Don’t worry, I’ll say I gave you the slip so you won’t get in trouble.” Before he could say anything or stop you, you pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Yoongi sitting at his desk reading some papers.

He peered over the frames of his reading glasses, squinting at the sight of you, “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here, (Y/n)?” You could see the irritation bubbling in his face, but it was no match for the irritation you had been feeling over the past several days.

“You need to let me out of this goddamn place,” You ranted, crossing your arms against your chest and standing straight to look fiercer, “If I only get to leave whenever I have work I swear I’m going to end up murdering someone, most likely you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and tried to go back to reading his paperwork, “It’s for your protection, (Y/n). If you hadn’t decided to get chummy with Jungkook you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now please leave, I have a lot of work that I need to focus on, and your complaints aren’t helping.”

You marched up to his desk and slammed your hands down, “You are not going to brush me off and ignore me, Min Yoongi.”

He stood up and took off his glasses, looking down at you with annoyance, “Are all women this annoying, or is it just you?”

“Are all men assholes who abuse their authority and force random girls to live with them and lock them up, or is it just you?” You countered, narrowing your eyes at him, “I refuse to be treated as your property.”

“You two argue more than an old married couple,” Namjoon cut off the argument as he walked in, “Whenever you are done with your little lover’s spat, I’ve got some news about Kim Taehyung.”

“We’re not having a lover’s-“ You began before Yoongi cut you off, turning to Namjoon and asking, “What did you and Jin find?”

Namjoon walked forward and handed Yoongi a file, “We’ve been tracking his movements for the past several days. It seems that he’s been hitting up nearly everyone who attended that party and is asking for information; information about the syndicate, Jungkook, and (Y/n).”

Yoongi frowned, thumbing through the file that Namjoon had handed him, “Has he found out anything? Are the people he’s questioning a risk factor for us?”

The silver haired man shook his head, “It’s hard to tell what information he’s gotten, but it doesn’t seem to be very valuable info since he’s still questioning. To be safe, we gave a little persuasion to those we thought might be a little too loose lipped.” You cringed, not even wanting to think about all of the possible ways they could have “persuaded” people.

“Alright, you did a good job Namjoon, thanks. Keep an eye on him though, I don’t trust that snake for as far as I can throw him,” Yoongi sighed as he set down the file on his desk, “It’s troubling that he was able to find sources so fast though, the little shit is too nosy for his own good. You’re dismissed, Namjoon.”

Namjoon nodded, gave you a small amused smile, and walked back out the office doors, leaving you and Yoongi alone again. Yoongi went to sit back down at his desk to work again when you gently grabbed the edge of his sleeve, “Oh no, we’re not done yet Min Yoongi.”

He sighed exasperatedly, running his hand through his blonde hair, “If I take you out somewhere, will you calm down, (Y/n)?”

You blinked a few times, “Are you…asking me on a date? Wow, you are not suave at all with this kind of thing.” Seeing the small blush that creeped up on his face made you giggle. At least whenever he pissed you off, you had a way to get revenge on him, at least a little.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, not looking you in the eyes, “Shut up, I’m not entirely incompetent with this sort of thing, I’m just…to the point. Are we going or not, because if not I’d very much like to get back to the shitload of work I have to do.”

“Oh no, we’re getting out of this stuffy place,” You shook your head, “But don’t think that being nice to me for a couple of hours is going to get you out of this argument. I still want to be able to leave whenever I want.”

He ignored you as he walked toward his office doors, “Wait right here, I’ll be ready in ten minutes. Think you can handle being alone for ten minutes, or should I call a babysitter?” The shit eating grin he had on his face made you angry yet you couldn’t deny that in that moment he looked fine as hell.

“I’m not a child, Yoongi,” You complained as he walked out, not waiting for your response. You sighed to yourself as the office doors closed, glancing around the room. ‘At least I get to go out today,’ you thought to yourself, ‘But he better start letting me out whenever I want or there will be hell to pay.’ After pacing around the room for a few minutes, you got a little bored. That is, until you noticed the file Namjoon had given Yoongi lying on the desk.

Curiosity got the better of you as you walked over to his desk and opened the file, skimming through its’ contents. ‘ “Kim Taehyung aged 21 years old, current occupation is freelance journalist (former task force detective), was last spotted May 20th at 4:23 PM questioning Kim Yugyeom, who seemed to have close affiliation with Jeon Jungkook.” Jesus, they really are stalking this guy for real, huh.’ You flipped through some of the photographs they had taken of the man with the date and time written at the bottom. Looking at the photos reminded you of what he looked like at the party: he truly seemed like a genuinely decent guy, but with him getting involved in the affairs of Jungkook and Yoongi, you felt that he truly might not last very long. The amount of information they gathered in just a few days really surprised you, and also made you hate to think of the kind of file they would compile on you should you ever try and defy the Min Syndicate.

“You got nosy I see,” Yoongi’s voice sounded behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin. You turned to look at him and your jaw nearly dropped. He looked….well, normal. He was wearing a red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt with a pair of distressed jeans, and it honestly made him look like a regular boyfriend, not a man who ran one of the largest crime organizations.

Yoongi smirked, noticing that you were ogling him, “Heh, like what you see, (Y/n)?”

Rolling your eyes to downplay your embarrassment for getting caught, you asked, “So where does the great Min Yoongi plan to take his lovely date tonight?”

He licked his lips, eyeing you mischievously, “Come with me and find out.” Now you understood why everyone said the devil was the most beautiful angel, because that look in his eyes made you pathetically weak.

You followed him outside to his black Tesla and sat in the passenger seat next to him. ‘It’s so weird, being in the car alone with him,’ You thought to yourself as you watched Yoongi crank up the car and drive off, ‘This is actually starting to feel like a legitimate date, how the hell am I supposed to act?’ An awkward silence fell over both of you as you continued to your unknown destination. You weren’t sure whether Yoongi could feel your awkwardness or whether he was awkward himself, leaving for a bit of an uncomfortable atmosphere.

“You know, you don’t have to act like I’m taking you off to slaughter,” Yoongi broke the silence, his eyes staying focused on the road ahead.

“I-I’m just nervous, that’s all,” You stuttered, “I’m just…not really sure how to act on a date with a mafia boss?”

He chuckled in response, “You treat it like any other date. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not some sort of demonic monster. I’m human, and I’d like for you to treat me as such.” You simply nodded in response. You knew there was truth to his words, but it was still difficult to wrap your head around the two vastly different sides of Min Yoongi: the ruthless mafia leader you had been seeing for the past several days, and the seemingly regular man you saw before you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed the car slow to a stop, parked in front of a small but charming little old building. Upon your questioning look, Yoongi explained, “I know you work at a café, but this particular one is pretty good. It’s like partially a café, partially a bookstore. I figured you’d like the atmosphere, so…yeah, I hope you enjoy the change of scenery.”

As much as you usually tried to avoid cafes since you worked at one, you were pretty excited to see what this one was like. You smiled at Yoongi, “Well, if the Min Yoongi suggests it, then it must be good. Show me the way, Mr. Romantic.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “The patronizing doesn’t boost my confidence, (Y/n). Let’s just go before you sass me further,” He got out of the car and walked around to your side to open the door for you. It was such a gentlemanly move that you couldn’t help but smirk a little at him as you got out of the car.

You both walked in together, ordered some food, and sat down and a small and secluded table towards the back of the shop near a window. The café was definitely your cup of tea, and as much as you hated to admit it, Yoongi really knew how to pick a dating spot. The sunlight trickled just right into the store, illuminating the rows of bookshelves with a soft golden glow, making the place seem almost timeless. Even better though, the sun was shining right on Yoongi’s face, making him look almost ethereal as he sat down across from you.

“So, I take it that I did a good job picking out a place to go?” Yoongi asked as he gave you an “I told you” smirk.

You playfully scowled at him, “Even if you did, I wouldn’t tell you. It’d just inflate your ego.” Yoongi just pushed his tongue into his cheek, obviously trying not to laugh at you, but you were a little too fixated on his tongue to really notice.

‘Fuck, stop being a pervert, (Y/n),’ you chastised yourself, ‘You’re here to enjoy your time out, not to be staring at your boss just because he just so happens to be looking good today.’ Clearing your throat, you began to speak, “So, I know so much about the infamous Min Yoongi, but I know next to nothing about the man behind the name…”

His face twitched a little bit, almost like you said something that he didn’t particularly like, “What’s there to know, I’m just a man who runs a less than ideal business. Why do you want to know about me, anyway?”

Sighing, you replied, “Look, I’m not trying to dig up dirt on you or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. If I’m going to be trying to work past Jungkook’s suspicions, shouldn’t I at least know basic information about your personal life?”

Yoongi stared at you hard for a while, his eyes piercing yours as if to try and look into your mind. After a few minutes, he leaned back into his seat and sighed, “Fine, ask me whatever you want to know, I’ll answer if I feel like it’s something I want you to know.”

You bit your lip in thought, not having any questions prepared since you didn’t expect to get this far. After a few moments, you came up with a few things to ask, “What do you like to do in your free time?”

He rolled his eyes, “Out of all the things, you ask me what my hobbies are?” He ignore your frown and continued, “Believe it or not, I actually like to play piano, and basketball too, but I don’t have much time for those anymore. If sleeping counts as a hobby, that’s about all I have time for these days, but even then it’s rare.”

“You play piano? I never would have thought someone like you would be interested in that sort of thing,” You giggled, “Then again, I guess it sort of is that rich guy staple. Anyway, my next question is this: How did you meet Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin? You seem to have a different relationship with them than you do your other men.”

Yoongi ran his hand through his hair a moment before replying, “We are something like childhood friends, you could say. I’ve known them for a long time, so I trust them above anybody else.” His sincerity impressed you a little bit. You didn’t really expect him to open up that much about how he felt; if anything, you expected curt, short answers from him.

You hummed in response before you asked the last question on your mind, “Have any family? Like, siblings or parents or anything?”

His face grew dark, making you clench your hands in anxiousness, worried that you had asked the wrong question, “I don’t have any worth mentioning.” Yoongi said curtly, looking down at the ground as he took a sip of his drink. ‘What the hell happened between him and his family that he doesn’t want to talk about?’ you thought to yourself, but you knew better than to push the topic with him. The air between you two was a little suffocating now, the tension making you bite your lips out of nervousness.

After a few minutes of the hanging somber mood, Yoongi sighed, “What about you? Anything special to know about (Y/F/N)?”

You laughed nervously, “Eh, not really, I’m just a broke college graduate that’s trying to make ends meet by working for the mafia. I’ve got no family nearby that I can rely on, so I’m just stuck trying to stay alive by myself.”

Yoongi frowned, “I know it may not feel like it to you, but…you’re a part of the Min Syndicate now, and that means you get my support as much as anyone else,” He gave a small smile before adding, “As long as you stay loyal and useful that is. I can’t exactly be Mr. Nice Guy when I have a crime organization to run.”

Despite his somewhat backhanded offer of support, you could tell that he meant what he said, which made your heart flutter a little. “You know, you don’t seem to be the hardass you make yourself out to be, you’re actually…pretty sweet when you want to be.”

He grinned cockily before replying, “That’s just the charm of Min Yoongi fooling you. If I’m not careful, I’ll have you falling for me in a heartbeat.” You laughed, but there was a small part of you that knew that was true.

The rest of the date went pretty smoothly, with idle but comfortable conversation flowing between the two of you. You couldn’t remember a time you actually felt this happy and at peace. It was strange, a man that should be terrifying the shit out of you was actually giving you one of the best times you had in a long time. Your head was clouded with these happy thoughts as the two of you eventually made your way back to his mansion.

As the two of you walked inside, Yoongi turned to you, “Hey, (Y/n), you did a good job today.” You were utterly confused as to what he meant, ‘I didn’t do anything besides go on a date with him, what the hell is he talking about?’ Seeing your confused look, he elaborated, “You made the date really natural today. Keep this up and Jungkook will probably fall for our little ruse. Anyway, thanks for your good work today.” With that, he walked off, leaving you staring after him.

You felt oddly crushed; you had completely forgotten about pretending to be his girlfriend to catch Jungkook’s attention. ‘Wait, why am I feeling sad?’ You asked yourself as you slowly made your way to your room, ‘I knew this already, he’s just using me to bring down Jungkook. Why does it hurt though to think that all of the stuff at that café was fake?’ The natural conclusion would be that you were starting to like Yoongi, but you knew that was out of the question. He was a criminal, an attractive criminal, but a criminal nonetheless. Having feelings for a man like him was totally out of the question.

You sighed as you entered your room and plopped down on your bed, staring blankly at the wall, ‘I got to get my act together. If I end up developing feelings for Yoongi, it’s going to ruin the whole plan as well as leave me with a lot of heartache.’ With a heavy sigh, you got up again to walk around, looking for any distraction from your thoughts. Despite your resolution to be more legitimate towards Yoongi’s goal, a part of yourself couldn’t help but anticipate the next date.

#bts #bangtan bookclub #bts scenario #bts fanfiction #min yoongi #suga #min suga #reader insert #bts scenarios #bts fanfictions #cosa nostra

296 notes · View notes

crisscolferfanforever · 7 years ago

Text

Milwaukee LAW 1.1

Milwaukee law

1.1

ER Blood

Written By smoothie smith

Intro : In Milwaukee War on Sex Crimes Sexual bases Crimes are consider hidues these passion police officers are assigned to Milwaukee top area these are there stories

Marquette Housing Dorm Saturday March 18th 4::45 pm

WE cut to housing until for Nurses we see two women who are students at Marquette nurising program come in after a along days work at school she opens the door takes her books down as she opens the kitchen she screams for the other eight nurses

Sarah

“My father had sex with his wife for the first time in 3 years”

Jane

“that must be a Bad Relationship “

Sarah

“yeah but calls everyday saying thanks to the wife “

The girls knock on the door

Jane

“hey lets get something to eat Joan “

Sarah checks her watch

Sarah

“it’s already five “

They knock again waiting for someone to answer the door

Then they ask the cleaning lady for asst

Jane

“sue do you mine”

Sue nods her head “

They go inside after Sue unlocks the door they walk to the living room where see 8 naked women dead and one still alive but in bad shape

Jane

“OH MY GOD”

Sarah

“Glenda ,Joan!?”

Sarah goes in to the bed room and Screens

Sarah(screaming)

“Code BLUE”

(music in background )

We cut to the police coming In led by two Dectivces they are decticve Steve Smith and Jerry Briscoe

Jerry comes in which he is greeted by a cop

Alan

“Joan Crawdfod 23 12 Stab Wons to the stomach “

Jerry

“wow”

Steve

“what do we got” Steve walks over a close look as he thinks about what happen

Steve

“so the doorbell rings the preson lungs at the girls then the event takes place”

Alan

“the roommate was found hiding in the kitchen “

Jerry

“well we have nurses dead and one just happen to see it “

Frank

“nobody saw this preson come out “

Steve looks at Jerry

Jerry

“Copy cat”

Hallway we see a bodybag being wheeled out as the two Dec come in for more as they talk to the two women that found them dead

Sarah

“we went out studying for our mid trems and we came in for a break “

Jerry

“what time did you come back “

Jane

“2:30 to 2:45”

Sarah

“We just wanted to hang out before we went back to the books”

Steve writes the info done

Steve

“thank you will be in touch”

They walk away

A Officer comes In

Mark Wagner

“we got 8 female students 6 of them were stabed 2 were shot all of them were Sexaully Assualt we already have lab test sent “

Jerry looks at the crime and gets up

Jerry

“copy cat”

We see the office of the 2-7 of the Milwaukee Police department we see both Dectivices coming in we see a caption Ray Green come in

Ray

“do we know what type of Students the nuruse were “

Jerry

“dealing with psych patients “

Steve comes in with papers

Steve

“we got a Witensss “

He gives the paper to ray

Ray

“she was just watching “

Steve

“what do you want us to do “

Ray

“go see what the doctor has in the exam room I’ll call Dr.Ovilet “

Steve

“lets see if there were other people there”

Jerry

“I like that Idea”

Medical exam room

Tuesday march 23 1:00 pm

Milwaukee Police deapratment office 22

We see steve and jerry working on the case they start calling people that might have been at or around the apartment

Jerry

“alright thanks “

He hangs up

Steve keeps talking

Steve

“and what’s your name Susan Simon ok thank you will be right over”

Jerry

“what do you got caption “

Steve looks at both of them

Steve

“Susan simon was just on the phone she was rape at knife point a couple of weeks ago by a man go and talk to her I will talk to the officers that she talked to “

Ray

“don’t you want us call J.K”

Steve

“not yet”

They leave

1324 N. Clybourn street 4:00 pm we see Steve and Jerry get out of the car walk over to the house and knock on the door

Jerry

“you know my Uncle always told me trust nobody “

Steve

“didn’t your Uncle have two ex wife’s “

Jerry

“yup”

The door opens the women answers

Susan

“who are you “

Jerry and Steve flash there badge

Susan

“oh come in”

They go into Susan Living room they sit down in front of a seated susan

Jerry

“now we are sorry for what happen to you now can you tell us what happen and who it was “

Susan puts her cup of tea down goes to the window

Susan

“he had a southern draw in voice his name is Aaron Isbell “

They write down

Steve

“what did he do to you “

Susan

“I told the officer what happen the guy held me at gun point took my pants down and did his thing”

Jerry

“two things would you mine coming downtown with for a voice skit”

Susan

“sure”

They leave the house

We cut to the Department we see the two men working at the phones

Jerry

“nope sorry “

He hangs up the phone

Ray comes in

Ray

“what do you got “

Jerry gives out a note

Jerry

“listen a women in Wausau Wisconsin was Rape at knife point and the dectivces were told he had a drawel “

Ray

“a drawl “

Steve looks with his hands to face like he’s in love with the details

Steve

“this I gotta hear”

Jerry

“so I called a couple of bars in the local area like in greenfield and Upper East side by the Unviersity and one name keeps poping up “

Ray

“who “

Jerry

“Aaron Isbell”

Ray

“didn’t go to Green bay for a robbery “

Steve looks at the computer

Steve

“5 years”

Ray

“find him, I will talk to peter and Ryan “

They leave to find him

They drive to 25th and state

Jerry

“who hell would live here “ steve looks around

Steve

“drive to east side”

They drive to Dowener ave

Jerry

“nothing “

They see a pizza place

Steve

“you want to get some pizza for a break”

Jerry

“sure “

We see the two dectivces eating pizza ray walks in with dectivce Anderson

Ray

“this is dectivce Curtis anderson this is dec steve Logan and Jerry Brisoce “

Curtis

“hello I am a dectivce with Whitefish Bay police department i have information about Aaron Isbell but first I want to tell you something “

Jerry

“go ahead the pizza is getting cold “

Curtis

“where do you think someone would go if they are a target for a mass murder case”

Steve

“south side of Milwaukee “

Ray

“I will call the DA”

Curtis leaves before getting a phone call from Cloumbia st marys hospital which is in

Curtis

“Hold up “

Jerry and steve wait

Curtis

“they got Aaron Isbell “

Ray

“where “

Curtis

“Columbia St. Mary “

They look at each other

St mary hospital recover room we see a doctor in Emegercy Medicence writing down something on a piece of paper the dec come in

Steve

“where is he”

Dr. Evans

“I am don evans please this way”

They walk

Don

“I knew you guys were looking for him the despection from the whitefish bay police department said the man had a tattoo on his forarm Hell is here I love it “

Jerry

“you believe this is the guy”

Don

“I am very condieft “

Ray

“ do you understand what he is being charged with “

Don

“no”

Steve

“8 counts of murder “

Don looks stund as they walk into the room

Jerry

“hello aaron “

Aaron

“I don’t remember anything “

Steve

“I don’t remember what”

Aaron raise his voice again

Aaron

“I don’t remember anything”

Ray goes by the door

Ray

“ get the wittenss and I will get the warrant to run some test like finger prints and blood “

Hosptial wing we see Ray with a file sheet and a women who was attack along with Steve and Jerry and ADA Bethany Kincad comes in

Bethany

“it’s a match “

Ray looks

Ray

“all we need is the wittenss bring her in “

They bring the witeenss in

Ray

“now he’s not going to see you all you need to do is tell us if you saw this preson that night “

She is thinking

(music beating in the background )

Faye looks at the room

Faye

“omg “

She breaks down

Ray

“what “

She is on the floor

Faye

“it’s him”

They look at Bethany

Bethany

“cuff him”

They go into the room

Jerry

“Aaron Isbell your Under arrest for Murder you have the right to remind slient anything you say will be used in a court of law you have a right to attoeny “

Fade out

We see the DA Office as Peter stone the son of Ben stone reads the file on aaron isbell

Peter

“so what is the case looking so far”

Bethany

“well we have a 24 year old aaron isbell of Cedarburg Wisconsin in cusdoty for 8 counts of murder”

Peter

“dose he have a record “

Bethany

“arm robbery served 5 years in green bay for that he is wanted in marathon county on raping a old women in the night “

Peter looks at Bethany

Peter

“I don’t like where this is going I don’t want a not guilty by insane I want a convicted so when you go to the bail if the judge gives a number I will take him down for it and before you go have Olivet stop by my office”

Bethany

“I think this an isanity trail”

Peter

“I don’t call Olivet tell her I want her in my office in an hour “

We see the court house where we enter court room 605 for a bail hearing in front of judge walker jones

Deputy

“people v Isbell charges are 8 counts of murder in first degree “

Walker

“give me a plea”

Walter Green representing Aaron Isbell

Aaron

“not guilty by reason of insane”

Bethany

“no bail your honor he has a record “

Walter

“no obecjtion “

Walker

“no bail next”

Beathny

“one thing the people want the psych to elevate Mr. Isabell “

Aaron

“don’t call me that “

Walker

“get out “

Court ends

We see Olivet office as she exams Aaron isbell

Olivet

“you do know you are tried on eight counts of murder one “

Aaron

“that is what they say “

Olivet goes to a different question

Olivet

“what do you feel about women “

Aaron looks at olivet

Aaron

“there are two types of women there are prefect women who will obey you and then there are women who I call mandaon ring which contains sluts hookers and gays “

Olivet

“why”

Aaron

“because you can use the bitch “

We see Ryan office as olivet explains

Olivet

“he is not insane “

Ryan

“he killed eight women “

Olivet

“listen there is a pattern with him he called a mandaona ring which he two types of women “

Peter

“and the nurses where in the catorgery of sluts “

Olivet

“bingo”

Bethany

“last question , dose he know right from wrong “

Olivet

“he was drunk but when he stated about the murder he was so and I talked he states there going to throw the book at me “

They look at each other

We go inside Peter stone office we see Aaron Isbell lawyer comes in

Walter Green

“do you have an offer “

Peter looks at his Deputy

Peter

“if your Clinet can tell us the whole story we are willing to go with term of 35 to life “

Walter

“come on he’s sick”

Beathny ADA comes in to the convo

Beathny

“what is your idea”

Walter

“15 to life for Murder 2 on all counts “

Peter

“why did you waste my lunch “

He opens his berif

Walter

“motion for a dismissal of counts 2,3,4”

They are stuned

They go see a Judge in room 321 in the Milwauke County court where they sit in front of judge Striker peter lets it lose on the defense team

Peter

“there Client murder 8 young nursres and he wants Parole after 35 years please “

Walter

“Peter he’s never going to get out”

Peter

“your honor !”

Striker

“save it peter the densfne motion is denyed “

Walter

“ok then I am moving for an insane plea”

Striker

“any objection “

Peter

“we want edivence then to show pattern that he is was planning this ”

Striker rights something down as walter gets mad

Stirker

“what are you so afraid of they are allowed that “

We cut back to Ryan office where Peter and Beatheny wait for DA Ryan Majkowski

Peter

“walter is wasting my time “

Beanthy

“yeah “

Ryan comes In the door he’s an older geltman in his mid 60’s who has tried the case of John clment a serial killer who killed and ate his victims

Ryan

“so what do we got “

Peter gives him the file

Peter

“aaron Isbell a 24 year old who is on the run from 2 states accessed of murdering 8 nursurse at Columbia st. mary hospital “

The phone rings Ryan picks it up

Ryan

“yes “

He looks at Peter and Bethany

Ryan

“ok we will be ready in an hour “

He hangs up the phone as he sits in his chair and wonders

Ryan

“did Dec Briscoe and Smith interview Aaron Isbell Ex Wife “

Bethany looks at her file

Bethany

“there is nothing record “

Ryan

“get them in here before the wife comes in“

Peter calls them

DA room Peter Stone Office

We see Jerry and Steve with Ray in the office

Beathney

“did you Interview Mary Isbell “

Steve

“we didn’t know he had an ex wife “

They look at each other

Ray comes in the convo

Ray

“what do you want us to do “

Peter and Bethany look at each other

Peter

“Interview her but bring Bethany with you “

Jerry

“ok”

They leave the office , Ryan comes in

Ryan

“good work”

They get back to work

We cut to conference room we see Jerry and Steve interview mary isbell

Mary

“I don’t want to have to testify “

Jerry

“you might not have a choice “

Mary

“I am scared can’t there be any other way”

Steve taps the window as Beathney comes in

Music starts

Bethany

“hello I am Bethany Knicaid I am ADA for Milwaukee County what seems to be the problem “

Mary drops dead and tells all

Mary

“I need a laywer “

They leave the room

We cut to Ryan Office where Bethany and Ryan are talking about an option

Ryan

“do we need her “

Bethany

“I don’t think we do “

Peter who is sitting on the couch

Peter

“I want her on the stand “

Bethany looks behind her as peter drops the newspaper

Bethany

“your going to win on all 8 counts “

Peter

“it gives me motive and a timeline of his crime and how it progress “

A women comes in and gives Bethany a note

Bethany

“great “

Ryan

“What “

Bethany

“we have a bigger problem Mary hired Amy Clark “

Ryan

“shit Danielle daughter, I will talk with her and Amy you got a trail to win “

We go back to Court were EDA Peter stone is questioning a witness

Peter

“now what happen next “

Hedi very scared

Walter stands up

Walter

“Apporach you honor “

They walk up

Walter

“this witness is scared to death “

Peter

“yeah because your client is here”

Judge

“he’s right but try something eles “

Walter

“but “

Judge

“you never objected “

They go back to the tables as Ryan comes in sits with Bethany writes something down

Peter

“different question, Hedi is the man that you saw come in the room and leave room on the night in queston is he in the court room right now “

Hedi gets off the witness stand and goes over to a scared Aaron Isbell

Hedi

“this is the man “

She walks back

(Music in the background )

Pin drop

We go back to

We cut to the jury box were we see the forewomen stand up

Judge

“it’s my understanding that the jury has reach a verdict in this case “

Jury Forewomen

“yes we have your Honor “

Judge looks over at Aaron Isbell

Judge

“Will the Defandannt please rise “

He stands with his attonery

Judge

“on charge of First Degree murder in the death of Kelly Jenkins how do you find “

Jury

“we find the defendant guilty “

Judge

“on the second count murder in the first degree of Wendy Cox’s how do you find “

(music keeps rolling )

Jury

“we find the Defandant Guilty “

We cut to Ryan office as peter comes in and sits down to have lunch with the two

Peter

“Guilty of all 8 counts wow”

Bethany

“unbelievable “

Ryan

“what should we do about sentencing “

Peter

“Life “

The phone rings Bethany picks up as Peter Reads to ryan what Walter worte

Bethany looks at the men

Bethany

“I’ll ask them”

She puts the phone by her shoulder

Beathny

“Ryan Steve kurtis of WISN has something he like to show us ‘

Ryan

“bring him in”

Beathny back on the phone in a daring voice

Bethany

“bring him in”

We cut were We see a reporter coming into peter office they go over to DA Ryan MAjocowski the reporter name is Steve kurtis he hands the video to Ryan

Ryan

“what is this “

Steve

“it’s an interview someone at WISN reporter did “

They watch as Jerry and steve come in they watch the part were Aaron isbell takes off his shirt we can see that a transformed has been done on his body of the Breast

Ryan

“wow “

They keep watching as the interview ask Aaron a question

Interview

“Do you like getting your Ass Fucked “

Aaron

“you bet “

Peter and Bethany look like there about to vomint

Interview

“what are you in here for “

Aaron

“8 counts of murder “

They watch in shock

The music in the background

Jerry

“I am surprise he’s not dead yet”

Peter

“he will be dead one day, we don’t have to worry about that ”

Steve

“I am glad “

They leave

Ryan with his hat on about to leave

Ryan

“lets move on “

Music ends with the video seeing Aaron performerinng Sex on another inmate

End of 1.1

0 notes