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Silco x gn!reader - 1k words - SFW

cw: fluff, angst, pining, denial of feelings, falling in love, brief mentions of death, injury, and trauma, happy ending

summary: Silco is not in love. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this before, i hope it works!! (it really hurt to type as well but my physio told me i had to.) inspired by the song i’m not in love by 10cc

Silco is not in love.

Unequivocally, categorically not in love. 

He doesn’t even know what love is when he meets you as a jaded, starving teenager, too busy trying to make ends meet to even think about something as trivial as love. But he does know that the easy way you smile when you meet his eyes makes his day just that little bit brighter. 

He’s not in love when he spots you a few years later, standing quietly amongst the meagre crowd in the bar, listening to his rallying speech of change and independence. Although, the spark in your eyes as you watch him is like a match to the burning in his chest, and for once in his life, it makes him feel alive. 

Silco isn’t in love when he accompanies you on mission after mission, learning to trust one another as he watches your back and you watch his in return, securing resources, and medicine, and meals for the starving children of his city. It’s just the adrenaline from the sprint back home, as you both narrowly escape the Enforcer’s clutches, that sets his heart racing to the dozen.

Letters from Silco Masterlist

A series of letters from Silco to various recipients, all hand-lettered by me! Any OC's belong to their respective tagged authors.

A Reminder — Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, short-term long distance, soft Silco, horny Silco, suggestive language but no actual smut

A Souvenir † — Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, modern au, mob au, mob boss Silco, sadistic Silco, sadistic reader, Based on "Sinners Stained Red" by @x-amount-verbs

Happy Birthday † — Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, birthday card from Jinx and Silco, based on my fic "Happy Birthday"

I Know You † — Silco x f!reader, established "relationship", cruel Silco, possessive Silco, bitter Silco, implied age difference, power dynamics at play, Based on "Child of Nowhere" by @blissfulip

Without You † — Silco x OC, Silco x Olilia, Based on "Who We Were" by @purplefangirl42

You Shine — Silco x OC, Silco x Astrid, Pulled verbatim from "Drink With Me" by @ink-and-dagger

If you would like a (digital copy) of a Silco letter of your own, check out this post for details on how to request one!

† Request fulfillment

Letters from Silco—A Souvenir

Letters from Silco Masterlist

This is a letter from Silco to @x-amount-verbs's gn!reader insert character in her fic "Sinners Stained Red." (Yet another fic that everyone should read!) I hope I got Silco and reader's sadistic nature across well enough.

Word count: 158

Tags: Silco x you, Silco x reader, Mob AU, Modern AU, Sadistic Silco, Sadistic reader, Mob boss Silco, referenced torture, set around the events of Sinners Stained Red

I never should have sent you on that job.

But you're capable and reliable, so it seemed—at the time—the right choice. You've never once let me down and I presume this time is no different. What I didn't predict was just how insufferable the others would be in your absence.

Letters from Silco—You Shine

Letters from Silco Masterlist

This letter is a bit different because I did not write it! I handlettered it, yes, but the words are 100% from @ink-and-dagger. These words are pulled directly from the last chapter of Inky's fic "Drink With Me"; I simply put them in "Silco's" handwriting.

Word count: 446

Tags: Silco x Astrid, Silco x reader, set during the events of Drink With Me, spoilers for DWM!

I'm sure I have told you about this already @tasty-ribz but I am more to share with you again my dear 😊

You are the daughter of a low level gang leader with your family on the precipice of ruin. Your father, desperate to win the favour of the Eye of Zaun decides his only option left is to dangle you under his nose and just hope he takes the bait. Whether you are willing or not ...

In the shadows you spot the orange glow of a cigar bobbing in the darkness before you hear the subtle clearing of a throat. You find yourself suddenly alone with the dark shape slowly materialising from the shadows all the other smoking loiterers making themselves scarce. That cursed eye is visible first giving him away but you had known it was him as soon as he had made his presence known.

‘I wouldn’t leave my daughter in a place like this.’ He doesn’t even look at you, just flicks the end of his cigar into a puddle a few feet away. This is the opportunity you have been waiting for and yet you are frozen. He trails his eyes up from your feet and you can’t help but wonder what he sees with that cursed eye. There were all sorts of stories about it. That he had traded it to a witch for power, or he was a subject of an experiment gone terribly wrong. That he could see through walls, through clothes even. With how it moves over you now you understand how all those rumours began. As he steps closer he lifts his hand to cup your cheek, palm softer then you would have expected, his thumb tracing the curve of your painted lips.

‘I suspect you are prettier without all this.’ He whispers the pad of his thumb pushing harder and dragging a smudge of red across your cheek in its wake. ‘But they did all this to get my attention, yes?’ You open your mouth to reply but he slips his thumb between your parted lips so you can only give a faint nod as the bitter taste of your lipstick spreads across your tongue.

‘Well you have it.’ You close your lips around his intrusion creating just enough suction to pull him a little deeper. ‘Oh?’ The corner of his lips twitch upwards barely perceptible if your attention wasn’t so rapt on his face. Up close like this he is almost handsome. Somehow being able to see the finer details of his face humanise him, the creases and lines alluding to a man beneath the stoic serious facade. You get to watch the pupil of his good eye dilate as he regards you and you realise somehow you have done enough.

‘Mmm good girl.’ A prickling heat begins to spread through your veins at his praise and you think this task you have been given may be more enjoyable then you had feared. ‘I wonder how well trained you really are.’ His large hands land on your shoulders pressing insistently until you start to sink down before him, the only comfort to your bare knees the damp litter covering the pavement. 

They're making a The Lost Boys musical!! There's a newsletter!! ⬇️

https://lostboysmusical.com/

Y'all when I say I am WAY too excited about this

Dwayne 🐆

Stalker Marco x Reader

AN: I'm not dead, I swear, just busy tryna graduate. Here's a little treat for y'all

He watched as you entered your house appreciated your waitress uniform hugging your body just right, watched as the skirt blew in the breeze as you tried to keep it still as you bent down to pick up his gift of the night. The studs on the leather bracelets glinted in the moon along with the sliver chain necklace that held a blood red heart pendant .

He's given you many gifts before, all of them placed on your doorstep right before you arrived home. Bracelets, snacks, sweet treats, cards. This necklace was special. He had found a place on the board walk that offered an unheard of practice. Taking blood samples and mixing it into resin for jewelry. The man preforming the service didn't question the glittery deep red blood as it came out aside from a curious squint. There's stranger things than sparkling blood in Santa Carla.

As you entered the house he jumped from his tree and looked through the window on the side, hidden by a shrub from potential on lookers.peeking through he watched closely as you put the jewelry on the dining room table and looked at his card, "My love you make this dead heart beat, a very special necklace for a very special woman. Love, M"

He watched as you smiled, such a beautiful sight and gently placed down the card and turn to inspect said necklace. You put your hair on one side, exposing a delicious strip of neck, and clip it on. You play with the pendant as prepare left overs for diner. It was an amazing sight and scent. You touching his blood and his smell mixing with your delectable one.

He couldn't wait for the day y'all officially meet, and speak, and touch. As of now you know him as one of the rowdy bikers that come in late to the diner. To you, him and "M" may aswell be two completely separate people. But one day. One day he'll talk to you, let you know he's "m".

Your moving again, putting the dishes in the washer and going to your room. He moves with you and is at your bedroom window. You delicately place the bracelets and card down on you desk along with his other presents. You sit at your desk and carefully unwrap a chocolate from last night and pop it in your mouth and hum at the taste. He can feel his lower self twitch at the sound. You go down to remove your shoes and than up to do the same to the stockings and the show begins.

You unbutton the top part of your of your dress and lift it up over your shoulders, more of your delicious flesh to his peeping eyes. Next is your bra, you sigh in relief as it's removed and he wishes he could swallow the sound from the source. He's half hard when you get up and remove your panties to lay on the bed. They're blue a lacey, he remembers has the pink ones you wore yesterday that he put in his pocket before you came home.

He takes them out and burries his face, wishing to suffocate in you smell. You reach behind your pillow and pull out your favorite toy, flicking switch. He's pulsing in his pants as he starts to unzip and let the night begin.

Marko ⚡️

Paul ⭐️

Dude was really going after Dwayne in this scene. 🤣

Like, leave my boi alone.

Also, Marko and David being the members of the group ready to throw hands but having to be pulled back are my favorite things. ♥ ♥ ♥

The Lost Boys & What Lonelines Does

Anyone who's been an outcast knows the very common fantasy of "another group of outcast who are so cool approch you to join them."

It's why found family is such a popular troupe, everyone wants to belong but not everyone finds it easy. The Lost Boys capture this perfectly.

Michael himself is set up as a classic lonely kid. He's the new kid in town with a brother who's a lot younger than he is. He sees a pretty girl and tries to get to know her, latching on the second she starts to show interest, and then he meets David.

David as a character has this allure too him that even when watching, knowing he was clearly a dangerous person, I could understand why Michael desperately wants his approval. He's cool. He has a pack of friends. He does reckless stuff and people stay away. But most importantly he *wants* Michael to join them. He and the other boys aren't just letting Michael hang around, they're calling his name and encouraging him to be apart of the group.

For Michael, a place to belong is a trap too sweet to resist. And he only really breaks away when Star confesses she was supposed to kill him.

For any writer looking for a motive for their young slasher, I would suggesting keeping loneliness and the desire to belong in mind.

Start slow, and let the lengths your character is willing to go for approval to grow. It makes for a super relatable motive and it made The Lost Boys a really great movie.

I think a lot about this painting that was, presumably, given to Fernando at the 2012 Japanese Grand Prix, which there is just zero explanation for it, other than these pics:

Where is it now????? It better be hanging up in a place of honor in one of his houses istg!

But what makes this better is that after he crashed out from that race, he tweeted a samurai quote 😭 I like to imagine him just nonsensically mumbling samurai quotes while staring at this painting in despair