#wearing the Kingpin’s coat..

[wreckingtickles]

Regarding my ask about Bakugo being made to pay for the way he’s bullied Deku, could you elaborate about the villain Deku AU?

You brought up a scenario of Deku using the information he’d gathered growing up with Bakugo and using that against him, I think that’s realllly interesting 🤔

Would you mind elaborating more of your thoughts on how that would go or how you would write that? Would Deku go easy at first then destroy him?(Teasing and slowly revealing that he knows more than Bakugo wants him to know.) Would he use it to get genuine answers out of Bakugo that he wouldn’t have gotten otherwise? Or would he not care anymore and is simply focused on revenge?

Excited to read your response! 😄

"Honey, I'm home! Did you miss me?" greeted Deku in a singsong voice as he strode into his quarters after a hard day of villaining.

The grunting form chained in a corner still filled him with joy.

From the elbows down, Bakugo's arms were encased in a V-shaped appendage that prevented him from activating his Quirk. He was shirtless and barefoot - no reason to clothe and strip him every time - and apart from gray sweatpants, the only other article he was wearing was a muzzle non unlike the one that had been used to gag him during his first school tournament - an exact replica, in fact.

It all started a week ago or so, Bakugo couldn't quite tell. His agency had finally tracked down a kingpin that had eluded identification, let alone capture, for months, if not years. He'd stormed the hideout himself... and been greeted with the sight of his former friend and then victim. But there was no Midoriya left, only Deku: a villain of ludicrous power and countless Quirks that made short work of the heroes that had come to apprehend him, and dragged the unconscious Bakugo with him.

When Deku demanded to know how much of his operation Bakugo had been able to uncover, Bakugo expected to be tortured for information. And he was, after a fashion. But he had felt no pain. No, he'd chosen to humiliate him. Wondered if he retained his childhood weakness, and was elated to discover that neither time nor muscle had alleviated it.

Suspending him from the ceiling, Deku had thoroughly broken Bakugo with tickling. He'd started with his hands only, and gotten Bakugo to beg in less than an hour. The subsequent 8 would see Deku use his Black Whip in ever more creative ways.

But even after he got the information he wanted - that is, Bakugo didn't even know he was looking for Deku until he saw him - Deku wasn't satisfied. He'd endured far too much at Bakugo's hands when they were younger. And tormenting him in such a humiliating way was too much fun.

Bakugo had caved, true, but Deku had thankfully not thought to ask if he'd managed to leave clues on how to track him down during their fight, which meant that it was only a matter of time before Bakugo was rescued... but how much longer would he have to be at the mercy of the Wheel?

Deku had injected whimsy in his revenge plot with the Wheel: a colorful 20-slice abomination that would randomly determined how Bakugo would be tickled until he was spent that fine day. And to add insult to injury, all of their sessions would be streamed directly on the dark web (and monetized!).

His underlings wanted to complain about the hysterical cacophony that would come from Deku's quarters nearly well into the night, but they certainly didn't dare say anything.

But at least Deku had the decency to close the door behind him. He blew the raging Bakugo a kiss and strode directly towards the wheel that had been staring Bakugo in the face all day.

"Let's see what the Wheel has to say," chanted Deku, and he gave it a spin.

Bakugo's sense of how much time had passed was determined by how many times the wheel had been spun: 5, and this one made 6.

The Kennel: A misnomer, really. Deku had plopped him down into a set of stocks, coated various body parts with different substances, and left Bakugo at the mercy of dogs, yes, but also cats, goats, and eager Ohmus.

The Carwash: Rollers. Fuzzy rollers everywhere, dripping with soapy water that had made Bakugo's skin even softer and more sensitive. Deku had manually rotated the wheel to get this one, as he claimed that Bakugo was starting to smell.

The Gang: Deku had him kneeling on a raised platform, arms suspended over his head, and ordered his henchmen to give Bakugo everything they had.

The Hog: A predictable hogtie on Deku's bed, Bakugo had almost been relieved to know that Deku would be the only one to work him over until the painful realization that said position would cause the villain to spend the entire session on Bakugo's feet and ribs, with the occasional foray to his sides, hips, and backside to spice things up.

The Milkman: Deku had attached a bell to his muzzle, tied him face-down and hooked him up to... Bakugo really didn't want to remember the Milkman.

The wheel began to slow down, its revolution enrapturing both Bakugo and Deku...

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Where should the Wheel land? @sallage, you get to choose the first scenario, but anyone can make suggestions, whether with a full scenario or just a name, and I might write about those too, we'll see!

See also:

The Milkman (NSFW)

The Tree (NSFW)

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!bakugo

[shuichisweave]

come to bed

riddler x reader oneshot sfw

It was the third time this week. Wednesday, late into the evening, almost nine o’ clock, and he wasn’t home yet. KTMJ did not hold him back from home this long and at this point was becoming infuriating. There was absolutely no reason he needed to be out this late and he wasn’t cheating you knew that for a fact. No, you knew exactly what he was doing. Precisely what he was doing and where his secrets lie. He was probably trying to kill some kingpin politician who was getting paid under the table to ignore some sort of underground sex slavery ring. And while you don’t mind some shithead getting what they deserve, you hate the idea that he thinks he's pulling the wool over your eyes and getting away with it. He was not a violent man usually, always using kind words, having a soft voice, and a sunny disposition.

In the garbage bin beside the kitchen sink you found the receipt for rifle ammunition. Then there was the sack of rat food hidden in a closet, underneath a stack of towels that you found while cleaning. The final straw though was the photo of him in the news. You could recognize his eyes behind the familiar gold wire and clear acetate frames he wore every single day, the same pair that he had been wearing when he killed the mayor.

The lamp beside you was dimmed. The clock hit ten past eleven. So now, in your shared apartment, you sat in your chair, waiting and waiting. Like an idiot. Like the idiot he took you for. Rhythmically tapping your nails on the side table adjacent to you until the front door opened after what felt like centuries. In the hallway stood Edward, flushed of face and covered in a mixture of Gotham rain and sweat, while holding a large duffel bag full of what appeared to be his gear. Slowly the door shut behind you. You both stared for a solid minute at each other before finally opening your mouth.

“Eddie my dear, I’m happy to have you home finally,” You welcomed him in with outstretched arms and a smile. Wide eyes looked back at you as he slowly stepped into the apartment, he shook slightly while placing down the duffel bag on the linoleum. He spoke up after you took him into an embrace.

“I-I’m cheating on you!” He blurted out while holding your head in his hands.

It started as a chuckle but slowly began to form into a long winded laugh. “That! Oh my God! That’s really really funny Eddie!” You calmed yourself down to a few giggles and then to nothing, breathing in and out slowly. “No you’re not. I know that you’re not and you want to know why? Because I know who you are. You’re brave enough to commit several assassinations in a leather mask, but I know for a fact you aren’t nearly brave enough to cheat on me” You spoke in between soft kisses to his cheeks. His face showed his evident confusion and relief. “B-but you aren’t mad or going to turn me in?”

“Oh no, I’m unbelievably furious! I’m never going to forgive you. But I’m happy you’re alive, and I’m happy that we haven’t been caught.” You squeezed him against you, pressing your face against him.

“Come to bed you liar” You said taking his coat and hanging it up before guiding him to your bedroom.

#edward nashton x reader #fanfic #the riddler x reader #riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #oneshot #reader insert #posted on ao3

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The Syndicate - Chapter 5 : A last goodbye?

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 6.7k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), mentions death and acts of violence

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It’s been about a week since the police discovered my “body”, so a change in hair color and style completely shedding everything from past me thus turning me into Someone whom I don’t fully recognize anymore. I just didn't realize how weird that was going to be. From the start I decided I wanted to attend my funeral and see my family and friends one last time and today was the day but of course I wasn’t allowed to attend by myself. San for obvious reasons wasn’t going to be the one going with me since his face is already widely known by the police. A mafia kingpin attending a police funeral was out of the question and dangerous so Seonghwa volunteered to come with me since he’s not in any of the federal databases. Not to mention the funeral will be a public one so many civilians of Ulwood and Lulens along with others from the surrounding towns will be visiting so we have a very low chance of being discovered.

While I look at myself one last time in the mirror, I make sure that nothing appearance wise was out of place. My once dark makeup has now been replaced with a more sophisticated and more glamour take on it, a tight form fitting black dress and a black trench coat over the whole ensemble with some black Mary Jane high heels to tie it all together. Definitely not something I would have normally worn but none the less it's cute at least. I stare at my freshly dyed and styled hair making me realize that seeing myself in the mirror is so haunting. I get the chills to the point it makes me feel physically sick. Internally I’m not ready to let go but on the outside I look like a completely different person now meaning I kind of have to. For my family's sake at least. I don’t look like y/n anymore so there’s no reason to hang on to my old identity. It hurts even more knowing that I’m going to have to live like this for the rest of my life all because of one selfish person. I wish I could stop feeling because maybe, just maybe it’ll make everything much more tolerable or who knows maybe i'll just grow to live with it. A knock at the door startles me, and shortly after when the door is opened I realize it’s San. He holds my hand and gently places a kiss on it looking deeply into my eyes. “You look stunning angel eyes, Seonghwa says everything is ready to go but please do me a favor and stay close to him and be careful.” I nod and tightly hug him “I really wish you could go with me.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses my shoulder “I know baby, but you know why I can’t.” I sigh burying my face in his neck, his hand immediately rests on the back of my head for a bit until he pulls back and gives me a pained smile “I promise when you come back I’ll be here okay?” I bite the inside of my lip and nod. San leads me out of my room and helps me make my way outside holding my hand down the stairs.

Immediately upon stepping foot outside I see it’s very downcast, how fitting. Shitty weather for a shitty day. Either way I decide to put on some sunglasses realizing my eyes are probably not going to be open unless I’m wearing them since despite it being cloudy and a bit rainy it was oddly bright out. After San helps me make my way into to the car where Seonghwa was waiting, he looks over at me and chuckles “Wow, you really do look like a different person now but, in a good way.” I force a smile and say under my breath “Yep, now to keep up the act. If anyone asks I’m Lola, one of y/n’s friends and you’re my boyfriend. Got it?” He turns on the ignition and he turns to me with a slight grin on his face “Okay, got it. Luckily we somewhat match.” I look over and notice Seonghwa wearing a simple black dress shirt and black tailored dress up pants with a black wool overcoat, his undercut slightly styled for a more dressed up look. I bite the inside of my lip and stifle a laugh. “Well I mean of course it’s a funeral Hwa.” He turns away hiding his smile. "Right, my mistake darling."

Once we arrive it was raining, but not very hard to where we needed an umbrella. Just in case Seonghwa takes the umbrella in the glove box. He gives me a very faint smile and offers me his free arm “Ready?” I nod and link my arm with his, while walking to the ceremony site I notice a lot of familiar faces, some being the commissioner of the Ulwood police, Detective Chris, my family, and Captain Lee just to name a few. The ceremony begins and Seonghwa gently nudges me and leans in and whispers “If you need to cry, do it. It will give you closure.” I nod and I stand there watching my own funeral. For a few minutes I can’t wrap my head around what I’m watching until I see my own mother and father cry over their own daughter’s death. I don’t know why but it broke something in me, I felt it. I tighten my grip around Seonghwa’s arm while I swallow hard to try and get rid of the huge knot in my throat. Seonghwa looks over at me and has my head rest on the side of his arm. It isn’t until I notice my former partner Chris who was there comforting my mother while my father stood there with a very empty look in his eyes that my vision slowly blurs and I silently begin to cry. I hug Seonghwa’s arm tightly and he pulls me into a hug gently patting my head. Never again after this will I see my family and the people I care about, I can’t even give them a proper goodbye. My heart hurts for my family and friends, the fucking balls that old geezer has to even show his face here. This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for him. Once the commissioner makes an opening speech Captain Lee stands close by the commissioner where he calls him up to the podium. Before anything he briefly looks around to the attendees before speaking. “Detective y/n/ln was a one of a kind subordinate, she worked hard and was great at her job. To her being a detective wasn’t just a job, it was in her blood to serve and protect the community she loved and grew up in. Sadly she was taken from us too soon and she will be dearly missed. I promise we will bring justice to her and her memory, just how she brought justice to many people in her community. I, Captain Steven Lee will make sure those people pay.” I clench my fists in my pockets.

Seeing that man lie through his teeth makes my insides churn, and if it wasn’t for all these people I would have risked it all to kill this dirty old man already. A few moments after Captain Lee finishes his speech Detective Chris takes the stand and unfolds a piece of paper presumably his speech “Well, I never thought I’d be having to stand here recalling memories of how great my partner Detective y/ln was but here we are, the sad reality of it.” Chris stops for a moment, takes a deep breath and continues. “She was someone you could really count on, the amount of times she saved me from getting in trouble was pretty comical. She was also very hardworking and was determined to always solve the case she was working on because in her own words she “Wanted to bring peace to the victims and family.” She was also the kindest person I knew, so much so that she always bought me coffee every morning just to help me wake up because of my tendency to stay up working. Me and her were a dynamic duo, the best partner anyone could ask for but at the same time she was a prodigy in the making in her own line of work. So to you y/ln, I hope you’re doing alright. I’ll finish what you started and will always be a great inspiration to me.” Chris’ gaze lowers, his eyes looking very sleepless and tired. He folds up the piece of paper and walks over to retrieve my parents. He helps adjust the microphone for my mother and stands next to her in case my parents needed help. She then says in the most broken tone of voice I've ever heard my mom speak in “Burying one’s child is a mother’s worst nightmare, but the way my daughter was killed was a very violent and horrible death. My only wish is for those people to be caught and bring my daughter the justice she deserves.”

Hearing my mother’s broken voice causes tears to begin running down my cheeks again, seeing those eyes of sadness. “My daughter was the sweetest girl you’d ever meet, so caring and loving. I’m proud to say that I’m her mother because she was so talented at catching the bad people out there, she was committed in blood, sweat and tears to helping people because it was something she really loved. She was a very kind soul. Sweetheart…” Her voice trails off and both my dad and Chris gently hold and pats her back. “Sweetheart, my little y/n I hope you’re in a better place. You know mom, dad and everyone close to you loves you so much. Especially me and your dad, we love you so much and we very much miss you everyday that you’ve been gone, I love you so much my little angel and may you be in peace my beautiful little girl.” Right after finishing her speech my mom begins to cry, while my teary eyed father and Chris help walk my mom off the stand. I heard the pain in her cries, she was hurt. Who could blame her, she thinks I’m dead. Almost like if it was on queue a low rumble of thunder echoes and the rain begins to fall heavily. I turn to Seonghwa and in a very hushed tone I say “Let’s go.” I turn around with a huge knot in my throat and begin to walk away as fast as my legs could take me not caring how the heeled part of my shoes sunk into the already muddy ground. Eventually when he catches up to me after I've come to a hard halt, and in one swift motion he puts the umbrella over me. One of my aunts looks over to Seonghwa and I slowly approaching us

"Hi sweetheart I don't want to be a bother but I swear you look familiar, I don't think I've ever seen you before though." My stomach drops and I gently squeeze Seonghwa's arm while a small smile forms on my lips "I'm very certain we've never met before ma'am I'm one of y/n's closest friends. My name is Lola and this is my boyfriend." Seonghwa extends his hand and shakes my aunt's hand and says "I'm Jun, another close friend of y/n, It's very nice meeting you ma'am." My aunt reaches over to shake Seonghwa's hand and while reaching over to hold mine she says "Wow, looking at you closely you look and sound kind of like her too but I think it's just my head playing tricks on me. It still just hasn't dawned on me her she's gone. None of this feels real." I nod then I rest my other hand over hers gently squeezing it and not letting go. Something inside me isn’t letting me let go. "Yes, few people have commented we looked alike pretty frequently and even called us sisters but in all honesty we're polar opposites. She was always way funnier that's for sure but I see where you're coming from because me and Jun miss her so much, right babe?" I look back at Seonghwa and he nods and says in a somber tone "Yes we do miss her alot, she loved coming over to our place and have dinner with us since she lived alone." My aunt smiles "I'm glad she had some very sweet friends who looked out for her and helped her feel less alone. She always did tell me she felt lonely." She looks over where the gathering was being held and says "Well I'll let you guys go now, it was nice meeting you two, please take care." I wave goodbye in fear of her hearing my voice break and under my breath with the smallest whisper I respond "You too, please take care."

I don’t even make it inside the car before I remove my sunglasses and I break down, my legs giving out from under me causing me to kneel holding onto the side of the car. Seonghwa gives me a look of worry and kneels over to my side making sure he's covering the both of us under the umbrella and he holds me tight. He stays quiet for a while listing to my sobs then he lets out a sigh “I’m so sorry y/n. I can’t imagine how you feel, it must be the worst pain imaginable.” He helps me up while I bury my face in his chest unable to keep it together “Hwa...It hurts. I can’t live with myself knowing I’ve inflicted so much pain. I can’t do it. I can't live with this for the rest of my life.” I hold the fabric of his wool jacket tightly. I feel him rest his chin on top of my head while clearing the stray hairs away from my face. He slightly lowers his face down to my ear and with a voice low enough so that only I could hear him he gently rests his forehead on the side of my head “Please don’t say that, I know it hurts but just remember they’ll be okay. The pain they’re feeling now is only temporary. Think about it this way, he can’t threaten you with anything because he thinks you’re dead. I promise you we’re all going to help you, San is going to help you. You both have the same goal and it’s to get rid this guy, you’ve got the upper hand now he’ll be gone much sooner than originally planned.” He gently pats my head and steps back gently wiping away the tears under my eyes. I look up at him still teary eyed and bottom lip still slightly trembling “Thank you for being the brother I never had Hwa.” He furrows his eyebrows and gives me a melancholy expression clearly forcing a smile “Of course, I’ve grown to care a lot about you so It hurts to see you hurting like this.” He breaks eye contact causing us to both look around and realize the ceremony was about to end so he turns back to me and softly says “Come on let’s go, you need some rest. You’re probably exhausted.”

When we arrive back at the headquarters I kick off my shoes immediately upon stepping into my room, I remove my coat and wrap myself under my covers and lay there not really caring that my dress and legs are still slightly wet from the funeral. I lay there crying to the point my eyes could no longer cry feeling completely numb for what felt like hours, it wasn’t until there was a knock at my door. I decide not to answer from the lack of energy I had left in me. Suddenly the door opens and it was San, he walks in and quietly closes the door behind him. He glances at me and notices I’m awake and sits next to me. “Hey, how are you doing? Seonghwa told me what happened, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to comfort you. ” He gently strokes my hair and continues “Look at you, I can’t stand seeing you like this, I’ll stay here for as long as you need me.” I shake my head and finally gather up the strength to say in a low voice “Just go. Just leave me here, I don’t have the energy to talk to anyone.” He gently strokes my cheek with his thumb and says “We don’t have to talk, I can just sit here and give you company. You’re in a really delicate state right now and I can’t just leave you to dwell in your own thoughts like that. I know how dark it can get.” I lay there staring at the ground with an expressionless gaze, San lays down behind me and turns me around so that my head is comfortably resting on his chest. His scent being something that’s become a thing of comfort, something to help remind me that I’m not alone. Sadly at the moment, my emotions aren’t registering it at all and I lay there completely still with my brain constantly replaying everything again from the way my mother cried and my dad’s empty gaze to Chris’ sleepless and exhausted look in his eyes. I don't think any of that is going to leave me anytime soon. San presses his lips on my shoulder from behind me “What am I going to do now?” he hums in response and I continue "After all this is over, will I have to start over or am I going to have to come clean to my family?” San rests his chin on my shoulder “Well, I think that’s your call babe. It all depends on what you feel is right. I think when the moment comes you'll figure it out.” Well that didn’t help. Maybe I should just wait until it happens, maybe things will change for the better. I turn in San’s direction and gently stroke his cheek with my thumb. “You’re right, I guess I just need a little more time to think about it.” He smiles and kisses my forehead showing me his dimpled smile.

“Don't think about it too much right now. How about we just relax and get your mind off of it." San clears my hair from my face and lovingly looks into my eyes and leans in to place his lips onto mine while holding onto my face. His free hand slowly roams around my body before settling on my lower back. He slowly kisses down to my neck gently leaving a soft trail of kisses. "I can make you feel good baby." His hand gently squeezes my thigh and bites my neck causing me to let out a soft sigh. I can't do this, it doesn't feel right. I'm supposed to be mourning, or at least for tonight. It'll be so wrong of me to give in to temptation under this circumstance. Before he's able to kiss me any lower I pull away "Wait no, San. Stop." He worriedly furrows his eyebrows and responds slightly out of breath from working himself up "y/n? Is everything okay?" I gently cup my hands onto his face "Please let's not do this.. I-I can't right now. It doesn't feel right. I know you wanted to help me forget but I can't right now. " He gives me a soft dimpled smile "Of course princess. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. I'm so sorry I even tried something like that it was very disrespectful of me." Wow, he apologized and accepted the boundaries I set? Any other guy would have definitely gotten upset about that. "It's just, it's not the right time right now." He kisses my forehead and pulls me closer to him "I understand angel eyes you don't need to apologize, just close your eyes baby. I'll stay here with you." He really is very convincing at being someone's boyfriend, I just can't help but to think how nice it would have been if we were both just regular people. If maybe I still wasn't so scared of him. Maybe I can dream about it without it breaking my heart because in all honesty I can only imagine how he'd feel knowing I still struggle to see the "real" San despite how kind he's been. I close my eyes slowly drifting off to sleep while he gently strokes my hair.

Eventually my thoughts put me to sleep till the next morning, San was sleeping next to me only to realize my makeup wasn’t on anymore. Did he actually remove my makeup while I was asleep? If so, that was very thoughtful of him. I get up and walk into the shower and just stand there with a blank mind until I find the strength to finish showering. As much as I want to stay in bed and mope around and just dwell in my sadness I can’t, and I won’t rest until that man has paid his debts. I know I'm pretty weak minded in things like love but for sure not when it comes to getting people back. Once I’m done I slowly open the door to the bathroom, careful not to wake San up from his sleep. I tippy toe back into the bed and cuddle with him for a few minutes, he realizes my soapy scent and buries his face on the crook of my neck clearly very comfortable until I very delicately and gently stroke his hair and kiss his cheek “Sannie, time to wake up.” I hear a pouty groan escape his lips and says under his breath “5 more minutes.” I gently kiss his cheek and I say “Sannie please?” He sleepily looks up at me, gives me a small smile and pulls me into a soft kiss and says “Well, good morning angel eyes.” I smile and I say “Good morning.” San gently cups his hand on my cheek and gently rubs my cheek with his thumb giving me a dimpled smile “Your smile, it came back.” I nod and look at San reassuringly “Well, as much as I don’t have the strength for anything and I wish I could lay here and do nothing but be sad and cry. It’s not going to fix anything.” San sits up and sighs. “That was me when I lost my father, I felt exactly that same way. So, I know where you’re coming from. I know you didn’t exactly lose anyone to death but the fact that you won’t be seeing them again kind of counts as one.” I nod silently and feel San’s arms wrap around me and says “Again, I’m sorry I wasn’t there but knowing Seonghwa was there to comfort you makes me feel a little better. Although I’m jealous because he’s not recognized at all meanwhile the whole police department knows who I am and what I look like. I hate to think that at one point I didn’t think it even mattered, I just wanted to be feared. But now it hurts knowing that for being so easily recognizable I couldn’t attend an event so important to you.”

He takes a small pause and says in a very broken tone “I’m so sorry.” He buries his face in my neck while I gently pat his head “Hey it’s okay, I understand your situation but look to be fair you didn’t even know me back then anyway so how could you have known? It really is okay, as long as I have you here now it really doesn’t matter at all so don’t be so hard on yourself.” I sit there waiting for San to answer but he never does. “Come on, please don’t feel bad for me It really is okay I promise. Yes, I’m still sad about yesterday but seeing my parents and other people I care about brought me so much peace and closure. Even Seonghwa told me how now that Captain Lee thinks I’m dead he has nothing to try and threaten anyone with because I’m already dead and he doesn’t know I’m working for you.” I’m going to try and hide how much I’m dying on the inside for you, so I don’t make you feel responsible for any of my pain. The thought of burdening anyone with it doesn't settle well with me. “Ah come on, let’s go eat I know you’re hungry come on.” I get up and I grab both of his arms and try to pull him up “Come on!!” He looks at me with a and finally gets up “Okay, I am kind of hungry actually” While he buttons up his shirt he pulls me in for a kiss. I giggle amid the kiss and pull back "I was talking about food silly" He raises his eyebrow and feigns innocence "Yeah, that's what I was referring to. What were you thinking of you dirty girl?" I stammer feeling my cheeks burn "I thought that's why you-" He chuckles seeing me struggle to form a sentence "You're so cute when you're flustered, it makes it even more satisfying knowing It was because of me." He rolls up his sleeves and leans in to kiss my forehead "I'll see you downstairs in the kitchen angel eyes."

San manages to sneak out of my room unnoticed leaving me alone in the room trying to compose myself from whatever "that" was. Giving me plenty of time to get ready for the day but a few minutes later while heading down the hall I bump into Hongjoong “I was just about to come look for you but if you’re up for it could you come and help me?" I look at the white haired man and realize he was waiting for me to answer so I let out a small hum queuing to continue speaking "So I’m trying to overload the police department's servers...” I slightly raise an eyebrow “Wait, why do that? We have access to all of their documents, reports and stuff like that on the servers.” A small smirk creeps onto his face and says “True, but we’re going to override the security camera servers which is conveniently and stupidly connected to the police department servers and no, we’re not doing this to take information” I tilt my head “What’s it for then?” He shrugs realizing asking me was a mistake “I’m not sure?” I slightly narrow my eyes “What? I'm so confused. Please don’t tell me San is planning something..” Hongjoong shakes his head “Nah.” I cross my arm in front of my chest “Okay, then what’s it for?” He rolls his eyes and begins to walk past me “Nevermind..” I walk behind Hongjoong and grab onto the sleeve of his hoodie and immediately he turns and gives me a glare “Please don’t.” I hold onto his sleeve a little tighter “Just tell me, is it bad?” Hongjoong looks at me then shifts his gaze behind me and stays silent. “Wasn’t expecting you to ask so many questions, maybe you should just do as you’re told. That’s all you’re good for anyway.” A familiar voice booms behind me scaring me half to death, which is none other than Wooyoung. It was only now that I notice the delicate mole under his eye decorating his signature scowl so I let go of Hongjoong’s sleeve and fully turn to Wooyoung “Can’t I just ask why I’m doing something?” He forces a very ill intended smile narrowing his eyes “You do as you’re told around here last time I checked no questions asked.” I shake my head “Sorry, I’m under San’s command not yours because last time I checked San was the boss around here.” He darkly chuckles and slowly walks towards me “You really love to run your mouth don’t you?”

I only now realize that not only is Hongjoong long gone but Wooyoung is now cornering me in such a way where my back hits the railing to the indoor balcony right before going down the stairs. Without another word Wooyoung grabs me by the throat catching me off guard from how sudden it was and pushes me so far back to where my feet are off the ground and I’m teetering between falling down onto the marble floor below and being able to stand on my own feet. By instinct I reach over and claw at Wooyoung’s iron fist. “I hate you, you know that? I wish I could just see your itty little cop brain splatter onto the floor below.” He says with anger seething though his words “Wooyou-” I manage to hoarsely utter before he cuts me off “You wanted to know why I had Hongjoong ask you to help him overload the servers?” Without waiting for me to utter anything else he continues while keeping a constant iron grip around my throat. “Because we’re breaking into the Evidence room to get what we need. There, happy? See how anti climactic that was? And here you were making a huge deal about it by asking too many questions when you could have just agreed as you were asked.” He pulls me back and lets go of my throat causing me to fall to the ground and immediately reach for my throat while violently coughing. The dark haired male stifles a laugh “Oh come on I wasn’t even squeezing that hard.” I glare up at him while coughing only receiving a taunting smirk whilst he walks away “You won't speak to San about this or I'll make sure you don't speak again, see ya around..” After a few more seconds of coughing I mange to catch my breath and head downstairs. Fuming not only from the situation with Wooyoung but the fact that San is willing to not only sacrifice lives but also get ourselves caught all over something he could wait to retrieve.

I head to the kitchen and notice San was there eating a bowl of cereal, he smiles and waves at me while he signals me to sit next to him “This is sudden but, can I ask you something?” Feeling my eyes already threatening to betray me San nods while shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth “So when were you planning on telling me about AS breaking in to the police department’s evidence room?” I sit next to him and noticed he stopped chewing, and very carefully swallows his cereal “Who told you?” My stomach drops seeing him slowly turn his head to look at me. I know Wooyoung threatened me not to speak but I can't just take it silently and watch San screw himself over like that so I manage to swallow my fear and respond with an expressionless look. “Wooyoung, he told me needed me to help override the police department’s servers. San, you do know that most of the people that go on that heist might not come back at all right? Not only that but do you realize you’re risking all of us getting caught? ” He sits back on the chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest and lets out a sigh “Yeah I know, but just as easily as people die I can easily replace them and for the getting caught part that’s not going to happen because we’re all going to be extra careful..” I look away slightly taken a back from his statement trying to find words to answer him. Why am I not surprised? I know who this man is and what he does. I guess my love for him has somewhat turned into me seeing him with rose colored glasses. Something that if you asked me about a few months ago I would have refused to believe but here I am remembering the harsh reality that this isn’t just any guy. “Okay then why exactly am I here if we’re going to do things the way you’ve always done them, reckless and messily?” He shrugs “You know why, we’re not going to talk about it here.” He's shutting down. I look at him slightly irritated and tilt my head “Excuse me? You’re acting as if that cufflink is your top priority right now and it shouldn’t be, we need to take down Captain Lee before we even get to the cufflink understand that. Barging in like that will only upset him and you know that. Being impatient won’t work in your favor and it’s only going to get you caught much faster, you’re so reckless. It’s not all about you anymore, you promised we were both going to take him down. So either we do it the right way or I go and do it on my own. I’m sorry but I can’t leave that man to walk away free. He ruined my life!” He turns to me with a darkened gaze “No, you’re not going anywhere. You can’t leave.” I stare him down with anger seething in my gaze causing his to soften, in a soft voice he says while reaching over to hold my hand “Please...Don’t.” I get up, pull my hand away “Then think about it.” I get up and leave before he's able to respond.

I decide to walk around the headquarters aimlessly trying to calm myself down. It's the beginning of the day and already way too much has happened. Wooyoung is a problem, especially with the part where he nearly threw me off the second floor just because I asked a simple question. I really need to be careful around him, I need to tell someone but It can’t be San though. I know for a fact that he’ll make a rash decision, something tells me that he's crazy enough to kill him if I say something. I just can't let San be reckless anymore either, not just because of the Captain Lee situation but because I really grew to care about him and I don’t want him to end up in jail and possibly get murdered for his affiliations and ties in the Mafia world. I need him to realize he can’t just do what he wants without there being consequences for his actions. He has to understand things will never be solved if he keeps being reckless, because someone will always find a way to take advantage of that recklessness and it'll lead to what I fear the most these days which is him getting hurt or worse. San getting killed.

While stuck in my thoughts I bump into Jongho, he looks over at me and smiles “Hey y/n good morning.” I force a smile and say “Oh good morning Jongho.” He cocks his eyebrow with a puzzled look “What are you doing here, you’ve never been all the way over here. Are you looking for something?” I shake my head slowly and look down while fidgeting my hands, he puts his hand on my shoulder “y/n? Is something wrong?” I clasp my hands together and I very carefully look back up at him “Well, Wooyoung almost threw me over the railing and I thought I was going to die but I'll get to that later, because I also kinda got upset at San and told him he was being reckless because I’m sure you know of the heist he was planning to do right?” Jongho’s jaw drops and pats my shoulder and whispers “What?! What do you mean you almost died?! And yeah, I knew about it. In fact we all do.” I shake my head “You’re all going to get yourselves killed.” He blinks in confusion and I answer back in an increasingly irritated voice “Is everyone dumb around here?! We’re supposed to kill captain Lee first this heist is basically a suicide mission, you won’t get out alive and if you do you'll for sure be followed. I’m telling you this because I know.” Jongho pats my back again trying to calm me down “Okay, calm down. I think maybe San isn’t thinking very clearly but then again he isn’t really the type to care if any of his foot soldiers get hurt because he can always find new ones.” I cross my arms in front of my chest “Yeah, I’m trying to get him to be more low key about everything now, there’s no way we’ll get rid of Captain Lee if he’s expecting us.“ Jongho presses his lips together and lets out a small exhale “Yeah but San is...you know. He’s obsessed about making everyone fear him. Not to mention his father's death just made his hate towards Lee and everyone else more evident. He gets drunk off of feeling powerful which is why he’s so reckless, of course for a while he calmed down when you first arrived for some odd reason but he’s going at it again. The sad part is we all have to follow his orders even if we don’t agree with them..” I slowly nod while I focus my gaze at a distance. “Well, I made it very clear that if he doesn’t change his plans I was going to take matters into my own hands and handle it on my own.”

What else am I supposed to do? As scared as I am to defy San I can’t let that person live without paying for what he’s done. “Did he get upset?” he asks in a slightly worried tone, and I shrug. “I don't know, all I know is that it got him thinking.” Jongho stands there for a few seconds processing everything “Well, if you manage to change his mind that would be nice. If not, seeing you go off by yourself will most certainly worry me and Seonghwa considering you have nowhere to go.” I smile and I gently pat Jongho’s arm “Nah, don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I have a feeling San isn’t going to tell me to leave.” San can’t be that selfish right? He's been nothing but caring and sweet, I hope he wasn’t just being nice to me and asked me to be his girlfriend just so he could find a way to control me. Jongho chuckles and says “Wait, what makes you say that?” Instantly I realize I just hinted at something I wasn’t supposed to. I shrug while I take a strand of my dyed hair and tuck it behind my right ear “I don’t know, I mean San and I grew pretty close, there’s no reason he'd send away a friend like that.” He approvingly nods “Honestly despite how violent San's schemes are he has a big heart. He protects it behind that tough exterior and pretends he doesn’t care but in reality I can tell he knows his heart is his major weakness which reminds me it’s actually rare for him to immediately trust someone so quickly and become so vulnerable. How did you do it?” I slightly force a laugh and say “Why the sudden interest? Is it really that weird?” He crosses his arms and gently taps his foot on the floor “Okay don’t take this the wrong way because I’m just being honest, but yes it kinda is a little weird.” I stand there with a million thoughts running through my mind then I blurt out “Not as weird as the hatred Wooyoung has for me, I’m still in shock I was a hair away from dying.” Jongho sighs looks around and slightly lowers his voice again “Wooyoung unfortunately acts on his own, and no one can keep a grip on him except San. I’m sorry you’re continuously having to endure trauma back to back. I'm sure it's very distressing.” I nod “I understand, I just wanted to tell someone here in case he actually does end up killing me.” He reaches for my shoulder again and gives me a squeeze of reassurance “Rest assured he won’t, he knows this because if he does San won’t hesitate to kill him. Wooyoung also respects San too much to ever defy him so I’m pretty sure he’s just picking on you because it’s the only thing he can get away with.”

Part of me has a feeling that most likely the simple answer is also because he hates cops, so he picks on me because he can't kill me. Which I understand. He just always seems to point it out. Before I’m able to even say a word San calls my name out from down the hallway. Both Jongho and I turn and look at San then at each other and while he walks towards us Jongho says under his breath “We’ll talk later, this stays between us.” Jongho looks over at San who was now a few feet away from us he says “ I’ll leave you two to talk” San grabs Jongho’s shoulder and stops him from walking away “No, actually I want you to listen too so you can help me tell everyone else but we’re actually postponing this heist. y/n made me realize we’re putting a lot at steak with the heist.. ” San looks at Jongho almost like he was telepathically telling him something, then Jongho nods in understandment “No need to worry, I’ll let everyone know.” A small smile grows onto San’s face as he pats Jongho’s shoulder “You can go now, I just wanted to let you know about this as soon as possible. You should gather everyone to let them know, I’d do it now but I have a special job I need y/n to work on that I need to explain to her.” I look over at San with a blank expression, I have no idea what’s happening or how he managed to change his mind so quickly. So he really does care about me and was serious about not wanting me to leave.

Jongho walks off leaving both San and I alone, eventually a few seconds later he breaks the silence. “So, I realized you’re probably bored and you probably want something to do right?” San shoves his hands in his pockets and we begin walking down the hall “I mean yeah I do kinda get bored sometimes why? Are we going to do something about Captain Lee now?” San presses his lips into a feigned smile “Actually, about that. Right now I have a few things up my sleeve but I’ll let you know about it later. What I really want you to do right now is I was wondering if you could run a few errands for me” My eyes immediately narrow and I turn to look at San “What kind of errands?” He fixes his rolled up sleeves “I’m going to give you a list of a few people I need you to investigate for me, we’re planning on working with these people but I’m still not sure if we should trust them. I need you to find their connections and see if they’re reliable. The moment I find out they’re working with the enemy I’m going to drop them. Also, you’ll also be able to leave the headquarters as you please in case you need to observe them.” I smile and tightly hug San, he responds by gently patting my back then returning my hug. “Oh?” I pull back and clasp my hands together “I'm sorry. I just got excited because I finally get to be of use now and because you trust me. That really means a lot. Not to mention this might benefit us...I mean you, not me.” His mouth curves into a warm smile “No, you’re right it’ll benefit you too. You’ll be able to gain more experience from this and you’ll be able to maintain your abilities sharp. I know you’re able to take care of yourself but remember that if things get difficult don’t hesitate to let me know, I don’t want you to get hurt. “ San walks up to a door in the hallway and opens it then looks back at me “I also made sure to get you your own workspace, I know it’s still somewhat empty but I was thinking maybe you’d like to decorate it yourself and make it your own.” I peek my head inside the dimly lit room and l notice there was a small desk and a computer. The room was small but not small enough to where it felt cramped. It was the perfect size. I turn to look at San who was already looking at me with a shy smile on his face “So, do you like it? Or is the room too small?” I quickly shake my head and reach over to grab his hand “No, It’s perfect. Back at the station I only had my work desk and computer in the same cramped room as everyone else and that’s it only higher ranking people had offices so this makes me feel a bit special. Thank you.” He walks over to the desk and gently pats it for me to sit down. I sit down on the crinkly new leather chair. When I meet San's eyes he gives me a weird indecipherable look.

He then pulls out a phone from his pocket and hands it to me and says “Please don’t make me regret giving this to you.” I take the phone and I shake my head “No, of course not. I promise I’m not going to do what you’re thinking. I promise I don’t have any plans of helping the police and you should know that. I'm all yours.” I give him a soft smile and he immediately says “Alright, so I’ll leave you to it. I have to go but remember, I love you.” I let out a soft scoff and I say “Stop phrasing things so weird, you sound like you’re going to die or something.” San forces a half hearted smile and says “Of course I’m not going to die I just wanted you to know that’s all.” He leans over to me and gently kisses my forehead reaching into his pocket and putting a fat wad of cash in the palm of my hand "I’ll get going now, get yourself something nice you deserve it.” Before I'm even able to say something I stay seated in my chair and stare at the phone and the wad of cash he gave me. He’s acting a bit weird, something tells me something bad is going to happen.

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[ace-of-zaun]

"are you cold?" or he just wordlessly starts to shove me into his coat with him.

I just want him to wrap me up in his stupid little coat and hold me in his gangly little arms and give me soft kissies😧

A/N: Very relatable, anon, I'm adding this to my Silco Daydream Catalogue™️, it’s such a cute idea! Thank you for the request!! <3

Silco x gn!reader, 1k words, SFW

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, The Cold

When you’d told Silco you wanted to support him fully in his endeavours as the King of Zaun, that also meant supporting him when you’d much rather be curled up in bed with your back to his chest, as his fingertips trace soft patterns up and down the side of your body. 

But alas, here you were, staying true to your word. 

The chem-baron Silco was supposed to be meeting with was running really quite late, which wouldn’t have been as bad if it wasn’t the coldest day of the year and if you weren’t currently sitting on a crate in the empty dockyard. 

As always, Silco had suggested the meeting take place at The Last Drop, which most assumed was because he had more control over the situation, but was actually because it meant he could pull you into his lap the second the meeting finished, and gently run his fingers through your hair. Something about de-stressing, he would usually claim. 

Unfortunately, the chem-baron had firmly insisted that the meeting take place somewhere more neutral and Silco had reluctantly agreed (but not without meticulously scouting out the place and grumbling about it to you for days on end, of course).

The man in question was currently pacing back and forth a few feet away from you, no doubt running through a strategy in his head for getting the best deal.

Having been Silco’s partner for the past few months, you’d like to think you knew him fairly well. So you could imagine the kind of thoughts that were also running through his brain, despite his facial expression remaining entirely impassive.

Probably thinking of all the ways he could kill the chem-baron for making you both wait in the freezing cold. 

Although you rarely got involved in Silco’s business deals, you liked to be there for moral support, even when he would inevitably make you retreat to a safe distance during the actual meeting, to ensure you were never caught in any unexpected cross-fire. 

Truthfully, you just liked to keep him company while he was waiting and hoped your presence kept him feeling calm. He deserved that much. 

And that’s what you were doing right now as you sat atop the crate, crossing your arms over your torso. It was absolutely freezing. 

Not much longer, you tell yourself as you quickly rub your hands up and down your biceps, trying to generate any kind of heat. The action must have caught the kingpin’s attention because his head snaps over to look at you.

Annoyed, you remind yourself to buy a new coat, considering the one you were currently wearing was doing an appalling job at keeping you warm, just as Silco takes measured steps towards where you were sitting.

He comes to a stop in front of you and a look of concern fills his eyes.

“Are you cold?”

“No.” 

“You’re shivering,” Silco points out. 

“Honestly, Sil, I’m fine,” you insist gently, although it’s entirely discredited by you pulling your thin coat tighter over your body. 

He suddenly looks over his shoulder towards the entrance to the dock. 

You know there are myriad guards stationed around the place, both hidden and overt, so you wonder if they’d spotted something and you’d missed the tell-tale whistle due to your teeth chattering so damn loudly.

Instead of gesturing to the nearest guard like he usually does when the meeting is about to begin, Silco turns back to face you and flicks his fingers in an upward motion. 

“Stand up, my lovely,” he instructs softly. 

“Are they here?” you ask, trying to peer around him.

But there’s no sign of anyone except the guard positioned at the entrance. You glance back at him, confused. 

Silco is determinedly giving you that look, the one that is usually reserved for whenever he’s quietly demanding that his orders be followed. His one good eyebrow is raised and his chin is lowered expectantly, like you’re a child being told off for being naughty. 

But you’d spent far too much time with him to fall for that anymore, so you give him your own defiant look right back, your head tilted to the side as you push your lips into a demure pout. 

There’s a few seconds of pointed staring from you both in an intense stalemate, before Silco finally huffs a breath of air through his nose and begins to take off his large coat.

“No, no, don’t, I don’t want you to get cold,” you tell him quickly, standing up from the crate, not realising you’d just given in to his earlier demand. 

You grab his hands to stop him from taking it off and Silco shifts your grip, lifting your own hands up close to his face to view your fingernails.

They’ve gone purple from the cold. 

Silco’s frown briefly deepens before you spot a glint forming in his seafoam eye, the red pupil of the black one swirling more intensely. 

Before you know what’s happened, Silco has pulled your hands inside his coat and wrapped them around his waist, so you’re standing between his feet with your head against his chest. 

You giggle at the gesture and he lets go of your hands in favour of pulling the edges of the coat around your frame. 

Now almost entirely wrapped in his coat in this bizarre little hug, you sigh happily and run your fingers up and down his spine. Silco lovingly kisses the top of your head. 

“When we get back home, I will run you a hot bath and make you a cup of cocoa,” he murmurs into your hair, and you can tell without even looking that there’s a hint of a smile on his face. 

“How about I get you a hot bath and a nice cup of cocoa?” you ask cheekily. 

“While I appreciate the gesture, my dear, I must admit… I prefer bourbon.”

You chuckle at his mischievousness and turn your head just enough so you can kiss his chest.

“Well, I prefer you.”

He softly kisses your head again and you swear if it wasn’t so cold, you’d have been melting at the ministration. 

Rather selfishly, you wish the moment could last forever, but you’re sadly interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of the guard whistling, indicating the arrival of the chem-baron. 

Yet despite the disappointment you feel at your sweet little moment being cut short, it’s comforted by the fact that you know you’re going to be spending the rest of your evening wrapped in Silco’s arms, the one place you always felt completely and blissfully safe. 

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𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑀𝑒 -- Silco Smut

Silco x Fem!Reader Year of the OTP Event; March Prompt “Make me”

Rating: Mature || WC: 1260 Content Warnings: Sexting, nudes, reader’s tatas are out!

Context: Silco is in a meeting that seems like it may never end. Just when he thinks he's about to strangle Finn to death, his phone nearly blows up with rapid fire texts, all from you. Dare he open the images you sent?

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“Finn, I think someone of your intelligence quotient is in every aspect incapable of running an empire with any degree of stability, order, or disciplined followers.”

Silco’s voice cuts clear through the chembaron hall, dripping with annoyance and impatience. The meeting had dragged on with boring and fruitless reports from Smeech about his ends of the city, complaints from Chross about how much better commerce was a decade ago, and many other energy-draining topics. Silco’s resulting foul mood was leaving no room for argument, but of course Finn would resist anyhow.

“At least I keep my people under control.” Finn’s metal jaw shines as he rolls his head back, slouching against the hard frame of the chair. Improper brat.

“And of what use are any of your ‘controlled people’?” Silco asks, resisting the urge to arch his brow in question, to give Finn the satisfaction of a real argument.

Finn grumbles, bringing his head up and leaning his elbows onto the table. “I’m not a wrinkled shrew like you, old man. I have the will, the determination to do something better with my power than play lapdog for topside.”

Bz-zt! Bz-zt!

Silco’s phone hums from his back pocket, throwing him out of his rhythm for a moment. He pauses, eyes narrowing in wonder at who could be texting him. His shoulders roll forward and he continues.

“Yes, your determination,” he muses. “If only you put it into doing your job rather than scrambling for power.”

Finn twitches but Silco pays him no mind, his phone out of his pocket and turned face up in his hand. The notification center scrolls to the text messages he received.

2 images sent. 1 message sent.

And that’s your contact. Don’t you know he’s in a meeting? He told you where he was going before he left.

Silco looks down his nose and over the edge of his phone as he unlocks the device, watching Finn clench his teeth. So vain; his metal jaw giving away every movement of his face, light gliding across the silver plating as he grinds his teeth.

That’s right, seethe, boy. Silco smirks behind his screen, eyes falling to the messages app. Look how unimportant you are, look where my priorities lie.

Silco swallows the growl that crawls up his throat, his ogling glare raking slowly across his screen. Two photos of you, topless, breasts perfectly framed by your arms. The first photo is just a close-up, the valley of your chest taking up nearly the entirety of the picture. The second is zoomed out more, starring you in the red and black lingerie set he gifted a few months prior. You are sitting in his office chair, legs crossed one over the other and your hand in your lap with an unlit cigar. Draped over your shoulders and covering your arms is his coat. The one he left at the office, having deemed the weather too warm to wear it himself…

In his tight-collared maroon shirt, a wave of heat slithers down Silco’s body, blood rushing from one head to another looking at his pretty girl sitting at his desk with his coat and the lingerie he purchased. Janna, that’s good…

Just under the pictures is a message from you.

Awfully long meeting. Thought I’d keep you company ;)

Silco sends a quick text back.

Stop.

A typing bubble appears and Silco sets his phone down on the table, face up, to see what you tell him next.

“Something wrong, Silco?” Finn asks, spitting out the kingpin's name like poison. Silco pays it no mind, giving an idle shrug.

Bz-zt!

From you: Make me.

Silco frowns, almost feeling his blood pressure spike in his veins. “Your interference with things that don’t concern you is certainly one thing,” he quips, clicking his phone off and securing it once again in his back pocket. A quick turn on his heel and he’s walking out of the assembly hall, the door booming closed behind him.

Silco finds Sevika waiting at the elevator but he hardly waits for her once they reach the ground floor, slender legs carrying him straight to the Last Drop.

It’s about a 10 minute walk back to the club but it goes by in less than half that time as Silco powers through the crowds with practiced turns and dodges.

He’s tempted to take another glance at those pictures you sent him; they’re engraved in his mind, but not deep enough. Although your breasts are absolutely wonderful, he wants the small details. He wants to memorize the way your hair falls just into the frame of the picture, how the lace of the lingerie casts a shadow on your skin, the way your fingers curl so naturally around his cigar.

It’s not long before Silco is climbing the stairs of the bar and practically gliding past the balcony onward to the office.

His hand latches onto the knob and he’s pushing through the door, a keen smile beginning to grace his thin lips.

There you are, hardly a muscle moved since those pictures you sent him. Still wearing his coat, still wearing that red and black lingerie set, still so elegantly handling that cigar. In your other hand is a paper from his desk, likely a contract request, shipment files, an economic report, or perhaps a death threat.

You shift, legs uncrossing and the paper in your hand falling gently to the desk. “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon, I guess you really want to make me stop, mm?”

A shiver runs over Silco’s arms at the sound of your voice; a low hum, dripping with lust. He ignores the comment.

“I see donning my coat has you taking over my job,” Silco mutters, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The thump of his boots on the carpeted floor fills the silence before his hands come to hold him up against the desk.

“Despite your honorable photography skills, I can't let you get away with sending me such lewd material during a meeting,” Silco grumbles, pinching your jaw between three fingers. “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me.”

Your mouth falls slightly open and Silco treasures the sight, curious as to what your reaction would be to him oh-so-slowly parting your lips with his thumb.

“I would have rewarded you for being patient, for waiting until I got back when I planned to be back.”

Silco's grip on your chin tightens and he watches as you gradually shrink under him, the power you originally had wearing his coat draining before his very eyes. Precious thing.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper meekly, shoulders falling out of posture. Silco hums and settles on the desk.

“I’m afraid ‘sorry’ won’t cut it, princess.” His voice drops to a whisper as he leans into you, blade-like nose a scant inch from yours.

“Out of the chair,” he instructs, waiting patiently for you to drag yourself and your anticipation up so he could take back his throne. Silco pats his leg. “Over my knee.” And Janna he doesn't waste a second devouring the realization that sets over your face, the widening of your eyes, the crease in your brow. Now you know what you're in for.

Silco holds back a sick grin, hand patting his leg again.

But then something changes; you recover yourself, your eyes narrow, you break into a mischievous smile, and Silco all but braces himself for the words he knows you won't be able to resist saying.

“Make me.”

#arcane #silco #silco smut #Smut #silco fanfic #silco / reader #year of the otp #yearoftheotp

[punkranger]

What's antoine's formal look? 😘

and @griever-receiver asked for everyone so here they are! Thank you both ^^

adding explanations under cut!

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

Antoine: to be honest, his formal look is just his normal clothes 99% of the time, he’s not dressing up for flyboys or kingpins, so this is the one time he was convinced to wear an actual suit and that’s why he’s grumpy. Rebels by still wearing his usual boots and 10 times more accessories - but still custom orders a suit because there’s no way he’s wearing some boring, standard black suit (he’s definitely making fun of Densil for being basic). Anyway, he does not like dressing up, too much like what he had to do in the past. At least now he can custom order the colours and materials so it’s at least somewhat comfortable and easy to move in.

Nicholas: he likes dressing up so much - in his own way. Time to be the most dramatic: so many patterns, long swishy coats, fun cuts… They’ve got so many looks, what’s usually there are the layers and the patterns, sometimes they wear pants, sometimes a skirt or a combo of both. They’re not much for accessories though, they just don’t like the feeling of them and they’ve got enough going on anyway. Also while they do enjoy wearing fancy clothes, it’s also a bit difficult for them, they don’t like ppl looking at them (which in general they can just use telepathy for, but not Ortega and she’s the one who’s the biggest problem - aka makes him the most flustered). 

Rene: She doesn’t have that many formal clothes, but she does like dressing up and these days she definitely has the money for it - but like Nic she also has to get over her anxiousness around people, so she’d probably get dressed up, then change her mind at the door and make some excuse not to go out. Probably goes as Ariel instead if it’s important.

Densil: dressing formally is like anything else to him - a mask, a tool, another part of his work. It’s a familiar habit to fall into, something he knows, he doesn’t like it more or less than dressing anonymously, he just does it when necessary. So he keeps it simple, but definitely keeps track of what’s in fashion and what brands to wear - depending if he’s going somewhere where people care about such things. That’s usually Love’s job, and that.. is a different matter.. maybe even… nice.

#fallen hero #sidestep #antoine duman #nicholas dale #rene dawn #densil argent #asks #these were fun to do #love playing dress up with the blorbos

[the-light-finds-its-way]

I love Anthem-99. Old ass robot man who's super gay and a cowboy, all in the far off future. He wears a cowboy hat and everything, a cloak made from an antique duster coat, he's got spurs on his boots, a southern drawl, etc.

Anthem will go to the Tangled Shore, where notorious outlaws gather, and gamble against all of them. He cheats. The outlaws cheat, too. But Anthem is more skilled at it by light-years. He beats everyone he goes up against, and laughs it off.

The outlaws accuse Anthem of having cheated. They storm off, and get the Big Boss, Spider. Kingpin of the Shore, notorious intergalactic outlaw, a mob boss, and basically a godslayer. Spider stomps forth, clicking his mandibles together and chittering loudly, so much that the entire club goes silent.

And there, Anthem laughs confidently, feet on the table and arms crossed, and he's sipping on a drink. "Now. Before ya get mad, check yer stock," he says.

Spider scowls. He motions for his lackeys to go off and check.

The Eliksni boss, and the Exo, stand deadlocked in a stare, the entire club focused on just them.

Moments later, the lackeys return. "Boss. You'll want to see this," one says.

"Just tell me what's happening!" Spider demands.

Anthem laughs heartily and loud now. "Couple 'o swindlers just lost their glimmer. An' I just filled yer vault. Less outlaws with ways to buy weapons that'll tear down the Tower an' Last City. More money to ya. Less folks runnin' rampant through yer streets tryina' oppose ya, an' more room fer you an' yer lackeys to move in. Enforce whatever ya want. 'S a win win, ol' friend." Anthem stands up, and walks out of the club confidently.

Spider nods. "Arrest the outlaws."

"All of them?!" a lackey asks.

"Not Anthem. In fact, send him that special bow I picked up from a cargo haul months back. Send it to him with a message that we're even now."

The lackey nods. "How did he even access your vau-"

"I don't even want to know." Spider walks off, and the outlaws are arrested.

Anthem, however, goes off in his ship and flies home. When he arrives, a single package has arrived in his vault. He NEVER gives ANYONE access to that thing. It's locked down TIGHT and encrypted several times over, always has been, and he doesn't recall sending himself anything. He opens it up, and finds a gorgeous compound bow, with a note. It reads: "We're even. -Your friend"

Anthem laughs. "Touche, Spider... Touche..."

#funny #anthem 99 #spider #d2 #destiny 2 #the tangled shore #anthem is chaotic good as fuck and i love him for it #he will do good however the fuck is required and he will make sure its finished before he leaves #also im debating if i should make an anthem spider fwb past or something lol #i can totally see those two hatefucking each other nasty

[gvnpxwder]

VERSE HEADCANON : JINX || THE MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN

This verse takes place after a bit of a time skip from the end of season one, where Jinx has taken over as the 'Eye of Zaun', the new kingpin of the undercity. And she wears this new title with a badge of jaded pride, Silco's coat adorning her shoulders.

Sevika has stayed beside her, if for no reason other than in recognition of Jinx's strength, and the knowledge that something is decidedly different about the young girl. She appears more serious, the charisma and carefree attitude she had displayed so openly before now muted, dull. The new Jinx is quiet, calculating.

Cold.

Something broke in her when those bullets ripped through the skin of the only family member who had ever actually given a shit about her. She's wracked with guilt, far more so than when she had killed Milo and Claggor. With them, they had always felt more like Vi's family than her own. Milo couldn't stand her, and Claggor mostly ignored her. Vander may have adopted her but he was more involved in Vi's life than in Powder's. I'll go on about their family dynamic in a later headcanon post, but suffice it to that Jinx was not overly attached to anyone as Powder aside form her sister.

But Silco? Silco chose her. He knew what she had done, and picked her anyway. He loved her, in his own way. He tried to help her, to shape her into a woman who could stand on her own two feet, her trauma left to float away in the polluted river. Again, I'll delve into this relationship later. The short of it is that Jinx feels like she owes Silco the world, and since he's dead now she's going to carry on his plan of liberating Zaun. And if that means she has to fight against Piltover to achieve this? Even better. She has a score to settle, people to kill.

I got off track talking about family, but this au is where she has none. Sevika is at her right hand, sure, but Jinx knows better than to trust her. And Vi has shown where her loyalties lie, has betrayed Jinx one too many times.

It's a big chair to fill, but no one is better suited to it than her.

#jinx. v | main. the eye of zaun #jinx. headcanon #\ gonna make this her default verse from now on unless otherwise specified.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

@uselessundertalefacts replied to your post “@uselessundertalefacts replied to your post “Where is Walter White, Frank? Do you think he can be forgiven?” You tagged this...”

Jimbo sounds pretty cool! Can you tell us about him?

Sure thing. Here's a bit about Jimbo.

He is very big. He has a lot of muscles, and wears a lot of clothes. Often, he wears a coat and a hat.

He is very kind to a lot of people, but is sometimes very rough with people who are bad. He does this because, being a drug kingpin, he needs people who can do dangerous things to protect his drug empire and himself from rivals.

In the original story, he made an enemies-to-friends relationship with Walter White, in which Walter does stuff for Jimbo without being paid, in order to feel safe and cared about, and Jimbo protects Walter by killing people who want to hurt Walter or Walter's family. Jimbo is kind of a badass.

Later, Jimbo gets into a rivalry with a drug kingpin named Howard, who is a lot like Howard Hamlin from Homestuck. The rivalry is called a "cabala" (which, I think, means something related to the Kabbalah in Spanish or Yiddish, but it could also be "caballad") and Jimbo and Howard each kill each other in a showdown which leaves no survivors.

Then Jimbo meets a woman named Nacho "Nazuna" Hernandez, who is a very tough, badass woman who is kind of Howard's girlfriend. The rivalry between Jimbo and Nazuna is what will eventually get Howard killed (possibly by Jimbo in a shootout? who knows). Jimbo gives Nazuna drugs to help her beat Howard in a bar fight (which Howard then loses).

(When Howard recovers from his injuries, he says something like: "The worst thing about my injuries is that it took away my chance to kill my biggest enemy, Jimbo Garcia.")

Nazuna takes the drugs that Jimbo gave her and uses them in order to kill Jimbo, by making him lose control and start to murder some innocent people (or do something more evil). The drugs make him very strong, but also very scary, and they make him a lot rougher and more bloodthirsty than he normally is. Jimbo is now in a very bad place, and dies, and his death is the start of something very bad for the people around him.

Jimbo, after dying, tells his daughter a story about being the king of a small country, named "Nuevo México." He also asks his daughter to tell the story of how he met the woman who would become his daughter's mother, a woman who was named "Fringilla." He tells his daughter that he and Fringilla died together in an apocalyptic fight in which he used drugs which had been given to him by someone named "Walter White."

(Jimbo was probably named "Jimbo Garcia" because of the drug kingpin thing, and then the story got adapted into the world of Walter White and the Breaking Bad story and people started calling it "Walter White" because they wanted to make him a superhero.)

#walter white #franklin fring #big lebowski #homestalgebra #homestuck

[market-spy]

GCC Specialty Chemicals Market: Breaking Down the Billion-Dollar Chemical Conundrum

The Billion-Dollar Tease: 

So, there’s this report ID: SQMIR15E2390 that dropped in February 2023, with the promise of unraveling the mysteries of the GCC Specialty Chemicals market. Apparently, it’s worth a mind-boggling USD 799.4 billion in 2021 and is playing hard to get, set to climb to USD 1157.64 billion by 2030. Talk about a chemical love affair!

The Drama Unfolds: 

Why is this market behaving like the star of a Netflix series? Well, blame it on the growing investments in construction, oil, gas, and automotive sectors. Big construction projects, like the smart city escapade called NEOM, are making this market a hot cake. Even Henkel AG & Co. KGaA threw in a whopping USD 23 million to expand its soap and sanitizer empire. Because, you know, cleanliness is big business.

The Love Triangle — 

Specialty Polymers, Textile Chemicals, and the Gang: Now, let’s talk types — the cool kids in this chemical carnival. We have specialty polymers, textile chemicals, dyes, pigments, agrochemicals, and a few others gate-crashing the party. Agrochemicals, being the popular kid, dominated the market in 2021, probably because everyone wants to impress the growing population with fancy, chemically-enhanced crops.

Paint & Coatings — 

The Diva of the Show: Hold your horses, folks! The real drama unfolds in the application section. Paint & coatings, the undisputed diva, is stealing the spotlight with a CAGR of 5%. It’s everywhere — from buildings to cars, making the world colorful, one chemical at a time. PPG even introduced some fancy powder coatings because apparently, we all need premium-textured surfaces in our lives.

Asia Pacific —

The Chemical Kingpin: In the global arena, Asia Pacific is the undisputed kingpin, flaunting a market value of USD 291.2 billion in 2021. China, the chemical haven, is leading the charge with its raw materials and cheap labor. I guess it’s time to acknowledge that not all heroes wear capes; some wear lab coats.

Market Dynamics — 

The Good, the Bad, and the Toxic: Now, let’s talk about what’s driving and hindering this chemical charade. Construction activities are the knights in shining armor, boosting market growth. But, and there’s always a but, health and environmental concerns are playing the villains, putting restrictions on synthetic chemicals. It’s like a chemical soap opera — you never know who’s going to win.

Competitive Circus — 

Big Players Under the Spotlight: The GCC Specialty Chemicals market is like a circus, and our star performers include Saudi Basic Industries Corporation (SABIC), Dow Chemical Company, BASF SE, and a bunch of other heavyweights. They’re busy acquiring companies, adopting new technologies, and making the chemical world go round.

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/gcc-specialty-chemicals-market

Recent Developments — 

The Chemical Soap Opera Continues: The plot thickens as companies make strategic moves. Platinum Equity acquired Solenis for a cool USD 5.25 billion, creating a chemical powerhouse. SK Capital, the matchmaker, facilitated the union of Canlak Inc. and Valentus Specialty Chemicals. It’s like chemical Tinder, but for companies.

Conclusion — 

Chemicals, the Unsung Heroes: In conclusion, the GCC Specialty Chemicals market is a billion-dollar blockbuster, with construction activities playing the lead role. Health and environmental concerns are the plot twists, and big players are the showstoppers. It’s a chemical drama that keeps us on the edge of our seats, wondering what chemical concoction will rule the market next.

So, there you have it — the GCC Specialty Chemicals market decoded, demystified, and served with a side of sarcasm. Until the next chemical adventure, stay chemicalicious!

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[caltexlubricantsmiddleeast]

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So, if your truck has been giving you more problems than usual, it is crucial to ensure to not only grease your truck regularly but also to use the right grease.

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[a-lil-perspective]

Silco would absolutely drape his coat around your shoulders during your evening walk.

#wearing the Kingpin’s coat.. #silco my beloved #arcane #arcane league of legends #silco #silco arcane #arcane silco #silco x reader #silco arcane x reader #arcane silco x reader #arcane x reader #silco x you #arcane x you #arcane netflix

[murderbirds]

So, here is a little doodle of my Penguin and some notes on him:

Notes:

-He is pansexual. He really likes tall people (anyone over 5'9)

-Besides kingpin, he works  as a Fashion Designer and often organizes fashion shows in the Iceberg Lounge. He also designed the uniforms of his employees and even some of the other rogues.

-He stands at 5'2ft and is a very thick king.

-He normally wears heels and either capes or big fluffy coats that make him seem much bigger.

-He wears shades to hide his eyes which look more like that of an eagle, which grants him  an excellent aim

-He loves animals, but birds especially

-He has created a rescue center for birds specifically which he often goes to.

-Besides Penguin, he is called Ozzie, Oz, the King of Gotham, the gentleman of crime

-He organizes a big carnival in Gotham every year

-He owns his own clothing brand called 'Feathertouched' as well as a club named 'the Iceberg Lounge' located in the diamond district.

-He lives in the Iceberg Lounge's penthouse with his mother where he oversees the city. He has several birds of prey that live with him, including a hawk, an owl and a vulture, all of which he rescued and trained. He also has a black pomeranian that goes by the name Winter.

-His birds and his dog are his inspiration.

-He lost his leg while trying to take over Gotham, so he wears a prosthetic in the shape of a talon

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc #penguin #nygmoblepot #riddlebird #riddler #I will do Edward soon enough

[daresplaining]

[ID: A page from Nocenti’s Daredevil run. Foggy Nelson is alone, sitting on a trunk in front of a window in his unlit apartment, eating french fries. Fast food containers are scattered on the floor. It’s snowing outside.]  Foggy: “Yeah. *Crunch crunch* That’s what I’ll say to him. I’ll say, ‘No more greedy corporate law for me, Matt.’ *Crunch crunch* Yeah, I’ll tell him I’m a new man... An’ Matt’ll say-- I’m proud of you, Foggy Nelson. Yeah, only small clients *crunch*... people in need... just like the good ol’ days. Yeah, just like the good ol’ days... *Crunch crunch* Maybe we could start by finding out what happened to Karen Page? Sure, sure, that’s a good place to start--” [ID: A close-up on Foggy’s widened eye.] Foggy: “*Crunch!* Matt?”   [ID: Foggy looks up. In the foreground of the panel is an arm and hand holding a cane.] Foggy: “Matt!” [ID: Matt smiles at Foggy from the doorway. He is wearing a long red coat. They hug.] Daredevil vol. 1 #291 by Ann Nocenti, Lee Weeks, Christie “Max” Scheele, Joe Rosen, et al.

    This is the final scene of the final issue of Ann Nocenti’s run, over the course of which Matt and Foggy go their separate ways--Foggy to a high-paying corporate job funded, unbeknownst to him, by the Kingpin, and Matt back to his childhood neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen and later out of the city and beyond in a long, deeply psychological identity quest. After all of this upheaval, it is satisfying for Nocenti to end things with a symbolic return to basics, with this lovely little reunion. A few other runs (including Lobdell’s and Waid’s) have also ended with hugs like this, which I love.

#Happy Matt of the Month #Daredevil vol. 1 #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Foggy Nelson

[mk-wizard]

Earth 980′s Not-So-Sinister Six

I figured, if the Spider-Man of my own AU is different, I figure that the Sinister 6 is different too. Namely, they are not sinister. Each of them is a hero and every now and then, they band together to fight Green Goblin / Norman Osborn, Kingpin or Both. Here are their backstories;

Otto Octavious / Dr. Octopus - He is the defacto leader and a close ally of Spider-Man (aka Web-Runner or simply Web) though neither knows the other’s true identity. Otto and his wife/assistant Dr. May Octavious worked together to create a set of mechanical arms that would do work with absolute precision and without the risk of human hands. They came up with some mechanical arms that were meant to be mind controlled with a helmet though it had yet to be perfected. They intended the for the arms to be used to perform extreme surgery, disarm bombs or work with dangerous chemicals, but their employer Norman Osborn wanted to weaponize them. Upon finding this out, Otto and May refused to give their technology to Norman regardless of the money thrown at them so when that didn’t work, Norman tried to kill them by blowing up their lab while staging it as an accident in an attempt to get the mechanical arms because with them dead, he would become the legal owner. Fate was partially on their side that day as May was not in the lab at the time as she stepped out to get coffee for them, but Otto did get caught in the explosion. Though he survived, his spinal column was ripped apart leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. This prompted the two of them to quit Oscorp and become teachers while still researching on the side. During that time, Otto realized that Norman had done this before to other scientists who refused to cooperate with him. This motivated him to tweak the arm pack he got working to attach itself to his back so that it now acted as a perfectly working spinal column while his own brain powers the four arms. He became the vigilante known as Dr. Octopus and his mission is to expose Norman Osborne and bring justice to himself and all of the other scientists who suffered before him. May acts as Otto’s “silent hidden partner” in heroism and helped design his costume as well as came up with the idea for him to wear a wig so no one would recognize him.

Scorpio / Roza Perez - She used to be a high ranking soldier, but after an accident left her near death and with more than half of her body destroyed, Kingpin cut a deal with her that he would be able to save her life if she volunteered for experimental science. Roza agreed, but the results were not what she bargained for. She became a cybernetic scorpion mutant who was left with no choice, but to serve him under the promise that he would fix her to be normal again so she could return to her girlfriend and be able to marry her. Tragically, Spider-Man broke it to her that her beloved stopped waiting for her weeks ago and Kingpin was no so much as researching for a way to help her. Despite her heartbreak, the spider convinced her to not give up on life and that he knew of a doctor who might be able to do something for her. Roza has lived in seclusion and now acts as a vigilante herself. She can pass off as normal by wearing a long coat, wearing contact lenses or sunglasses and not showing her teeth too much while keeping her tail retracted. She usually only come out at night and only when necessary. She holds out hope that Dr. Octopus and Sandman can help her someday.

The Rhino / Aleksei Sytsevich - This poor young man was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aleksei was a gentle giant who was once Kingpin’s gardener and was blissfully unaware of his criminal activities. Every bit of money he made was put towards supporting himself and his blind sister. One day, Norman found out that Aleskei had a rare blood type that made him compatible for an experiment they wanted to conduct so Kingpin tricked him into volunteering for an experiment. He told him that it was for medical science and promised to pay him handsomely for doing so. Not wanting to turn down this opportunity to provide better for his sister since they were poor and thinking this could help many sick people, he agreed, but discovered the hard way that it was all a lie. After seeing himself as a monster, he panicked and escaped the lab retreating to the slums while living amongst the homeless folk. In the beginning, he would protect the homeless from being kidnapped or harassed by criminals, but eventually, he was convinced by Spider-Man to do more and Sandman agreed to take him in as he knows what it is like to do anything for family. Aleksei finally saw his sister again for the first time and moved to Sandman’s secret lab which is huge and he helps assist the scientist in his work as the muscle and as the gardener. Aleksei did not need to do much to convince the kindly doctor to helps the homeless people who helped keep him safe and hidden by helping them find jobs and such. He has grown close to Sandman’s daughter considering her as his other little sister.

Dr. William “Bill” Baker / Sandman - Bill devoted his life to the studying ecology, geology, botany and engineering while creating machines that helped the environment rather than harm it. However, pollution does not just limit itself to trash on the ground. His wife was a drug addict who was always in and out of rehab though he hoped that after she became pregnant, she would finally stay clean. Instead, she became worse than ever and even tried overdosing on purpose because she didn’t want a child. They divorced while she was pregnant with the condition that she would get everything and the only thing Bill asked for was the baby to which did get carried to term, but his daughter was born very sickly. This only motivated Bill even further to create a terraforming device that was meant to be used to clean an area directly from toxins and pollutants so it could be used to clean lands and make them fertile again, undo deforestation, clean airspace so they could be breathable, and even clean bodies of water and radioactive areas. At the time, he created a prototype for Oscorp, but like Dr. Octavious, he discovered that his creation was to be weaponized of which it would eradicate an area and everyone in it into dust or sand. He was disgusted and quit on the spot refusing to let Norman have the machine. His boss’ response was an attempt at killing him while staging it as the machine malfunctioning. Little did they know that the machine didn’t reduce the area to sand. It TURNED it to sand and that is exactly what happened to Bill; he became a being made entirely of living sand giving him shapeshifting based abilities and such. After surviving, he became the vigilante known as Sandman while still trying to perfect his terraforming technology. So far, he has succeeded at making lands green again which has lead to him making a huge plot of land which now serves as his biodome/greenhouse which Aleksei adores tending to. He has developed a father-son bond with both Aleksei and his sister.

Electro / Jet Sanda - This young man is an old friend of Henry (Spider-Man) who was gifted with electrokinetic powers. Like Henry, he is an artistic genius though his skills lied in music especially techno and singing. The reconnected in college where he was also in the arts program. Up until then, Jet managed to keep his powers a secret, but after he was caught on camera using them in secret to recharge his tablet, Kingpin sent his men to invade his house as an attempt to collect him, but he had not come home yet. As the men were in his house looking for him, his mother tried to secretly call him and warned not to come home and go to the police because Norman (Mr. Osborn) wanted to take him away. During the call, he heard his father get gunned down and then his mother was too. He did as his parents wished and the police confirmed that someone broke into his home and murdered his parents. It was all staged to look like a robbery, but Jet knew better and knew not to trust Norman despite his attempts to show sympathy and offered to take him in. At first, he went on a revenge spree taking up the Electro monicker, but Spider-Man convinced him that this wouldn’t be what his parents wanted. Eventually, Dr. Otto and May Octavious who were friends with the Sandas took him in becoming his official foster parents. Jet and Otto know of each other’s dual identities making Electro Dr. Octopus’ sidekick.

Sahir Ayad / Mysterio - Sahir was a humble guard at a historical museum and it was not uncommon for him to see different artifacts come and go. However, the strangest one was a set of crystal balls known as the Eyes of the Djinn. As these strange treasures were from his home country, he had a particular fascination towards them. On the first night they were being hosted, Sahir caught some thieves in the act of stealing the two crystal balls. Despite his efforts, he only managed to save one which activated itself upon his touch granting him several magic powers including forsight. With that, he found out that an evil sorcerer wanted the Eyes of the Djinn for their mystical powers, but they can only be used to their fullest extent when they are together. What is even worse is that,  While he is no sorcerer supreme, Sahir, under the guise of Mysterio, has made it his mission to keep the crystal ball in his possession safe while also recovering the other ball from his archenemy who has allied himself with the Kingpin.

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[sleepysailorjunko]

Benny's Big Score

It turns out that New Reno was not a great place.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, a solution to his problems. But it wasn't.

New Reno was dirty, but not in the same glimmery-glittery way that New Vegas was. It wasn't like when he had come to Vegas for the first time, the Bootstraps with him. He was alone. There were no chairmen to protect him, no brothers willing to die with him.

Sitting in the dingy bar, he curses the courier under his breath.

"Oh, don't get me started on Couriers." a melodic voice chimed in. A smooth-voiced ghoul in a fancy pre-war tuxedo sat down on the barstool next to Benny. "You wouldn't know the half of it."

"A courier done you wrong too?"

"I gave as good as I got." the ghoul replied, and in him, Benny recognized that they were both well-dressed men who had been chased out by couriers.

"And yet we're still sitting here in this bar, ring-a-ding." Benny took a sip of his drink. Disgusting as it was (and expensive!), Benny's pride as a Bootstrap and leader of the Chairmen kept him from spitting it out. "Say, who are you anyhow?"

The ghoul rolled his eyes under the sunglasses he wore.

"200 years ago everyone knew my name. Dean Domino's the name, don't wear it out."

Benny's eyes widened.

"That for real? Where ya been hiding out all this time?" Benny questioned, leaning on the bar counter. "Could have used you back in New Vegas."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Dean answered smoothly. Benny prodded at him again in his "Ring-a-Ding-Ding" fashion, and Dean sighed before answering. "The Sierra Madre."

"Woah, let's keep it in the grove. You," He paused for emphasis. "Are the ghoulified version of prewar icon Dean Domino and you've been hiding out in the casino in the land of the dead?"

"Yes, I suppose if you put it like that."

"I'm the Ben-man, the kingpin of the whole Strip." Benny said, bitterly drinking from his glass. "Or I was."

"Taken down by a courier?" Dean snarked.

"Ain't that a kick in the head. You think you put one in the ground but then they follow you home and try and climb in your bed. Ruin your damn plans. But I'll be back."

"The courier-I never caught their name-banned me from Vegas. They threated to kill me if they ever saw me again. As if they'd get the chance."

"You and me, we're men cut from the same cloth." Benny said, and Dean looked over him.

"Are we really?"

"Yeah, we're both men screwed over by couriers when we could've been kings!" Benny rubbed his hand over his jaw, and then continued. "Y'know...we oughta get together sometime. We could get revenge on the Mojave Express and I have a lot of draw in New Vegas. I could even get you a job preforming in the Tops. Hell, even the Lucky 38."

"Why not?" Dean agreed. Thinking a moment, he asked. "That courier you knew, did they have a large scar on their head?"

"They did actually...a gift from me. Tie, I think that's their name. Well, it's what their boy-toy sniper-type called them when they weren't trying to jump into bed with me."

"Two birds with one stone." Dean said. "Shall we?"

"Yeah, pal."

It took time to get back to New Vegas. This gave them time to plan and plot and scheme about how to get their revenge on the courier.

More or less, it was easy for them to get into the Strip. After all, this was the land that Benny was Chairman of. He was also very skilled with computers, so it wasn't a challenge for Benny to hack into the securitrons.

Their first stop in Vegas was Mick and Ralph's. Throwing a cap to the crier boy outside the story, Benny asked "Are your old men inside?"

The boy responded and Benny strolled into the building like he owned it. Explaining to Dean, he added, "It helps to bring flowers home."

"Benny." Mick greeted shortly.

"Mick, my guy! How's the family?" Benny sidled up to the store owner. "Say, have you gotten any flowers in lately?"

Mick sighed and retreated to the back room. He returned with a wilted bouquet.

"I've only got these in because of Pacer. You know how he's gonna get, you're throwing of his plans with" Mick complained, but Benny cut him off.

"Tell him to send all his complaints to the Tops!" He exclaimed and snatched the bouquet. It was dry and wilty, formed from common Mojave plants rather than one made from Vault-Tec's greenrooms. It must have come in with Crimson Caravans, Benny thought, but Swank would like it well enough.

He shoved a couple caps into Mick's hand-underpaying people was something that got him into trouble before.

"To the Tops!" He called, and Dean followed him.

"Ugh. How things have changed." Dean groaned. "What have you done with the place?"

"Seal it, Dean-o! I've got a man to see. Our plan won't work without Swank."

The man in the check-in window looked up when Benny said his name.

"Shit, Benny. I haven't seen you in ages."

"Missed you too, Swank. You didn't even kiss me goodbye."

"You're not supposed to be here. I know you tried to kill that courier."

"C'mon, Swank. You've gotta let me explain." He gestured with the bouquet. "I brought you flowers."

Swank looked like he was conflicted, but then he sighed.

"Fine. Explain then, boss."

"Alright, so the courier. I did try and kill that courier, but I had good reason for it. You've got to believe me. I needed the platinum chip."

"You can't just keep saying I have to let you explain and I have to believe you. It doesn't work that way. But I'll bite. What's a platinum chip and why did you need it?"

"It's what we need. If we have it, we can upgrade the securitrons and then we won't need the NCR or the Legion or House to protect New Vegas." He smiled bitterly. "It would have been freedom for all of us."

Swank looked at Benny silently.

"I know why I failed now. I needed you and the Chairmen. I needed you."

That seemed to certify it for Swank. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled.

"Alright Benny. But this is the last time. You mess this up and it'll be the end-not just for you and me, but for all of us." He made cautious and firm eye contact with Benny. "What's the plan?"

"You're the man, Swank!" Benny shouted excitedly and leaned over the weapon-check counter to wrap a hand around Swank's shoulder and pull him down for a kiss. Releasing him, he continued. "Oh, it's a doozy of a plan."

Swank looked around and then signalled to another Chairman.

"You take over here." He said, and stepped out from behind the weapon check counter.

The plan was a doozy, Swank thought as he walked from the Tops to the Lucky 38. He hoped the Courier was staying there tonight. If not, he'd have to regroup with Benny and Dean to send them to the Atomic Wrangler instead.

Night had fallen quickly over New Vegas in the hours after Benny had made up with Swank, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted when Swank bumped into someone.

"Watch it," He barked. Looking at the young woman, he realized she was a courier-she had a courier's duster loosely over a purple shirt-but not the one they were going to kill.

"Eh? Did you need something?" She said, "I'm going to Show Low."

It was a dangerous route for a courier because it went right into Legion teritory, but Swank didn't care. It seemed like a good idea at the time, a solution to his problems. But it wasn't.

"Sorry. Good luck!" He said and continued on route to the Lucky 38.

"You too?" Swank heard, but there was a lot of noise. The Strip was loud.

Arriving at the Lucky 38, he let himself in. The collar weighed heavily in his pocket, but he knew that was just in his head. It couldn't weigh more than a pound or two.

"Hello?" he called. "I need to speak to the Courier? It's really important..."

There wasn't any response for a moment. Then the elevator chimed and two people exited.

One was the Courier, and the other was a bitter-faced sniper with an NCR beret.

"Oh...Mr. Tops?" The courier said. "Did you need something? We were just on our way out..."

"Yes, and it's very important. And it can't wait." Swank replied

The little computer on the Courier's arm beeped.

"Alright, what's going on?"

"Sit down, this is very important news." The courier sat down. The sniper stood to the side.

His hands were starting to sweat and he wiped them on his suitpants. Ugh, he could almost hear Benny scolding him for dirtying it.

"I've discovered..." He spoke softly...and the courier leaned into hear better. Just as they planned. "Sorry."

With that, he swiftly reached into his coat pocket and snapped the collar around the courier's neck. It latched closed and armed before they could even move.

They startled back, but it was of no use.

"Recognize it, courier?" a charismatic and smooth voice called as Dean Domino and Benny Gecko strolled into the lobby of the Lucky 38.

The Courier's face was fearful, but the sniper's eyes were full of rage. Their hands clawed at their throat, but it was futile against the explosive collar.

"I wouldn't do that, Pussycat." Benny's voice chimed in. "It's rigged to blow. But I'm sure you knew that. According to my new friend here, you've had some experience with them."

"Dean." They said quietly. " You were warned. I told you what I'd do if I ever saw you again. I'll kill you even if I have to take you down with me."

"Geez, Domino, what'd you do to make 'em hate you so bad?" Benny ran a hand through his hair. "I shot them in the head-twice, even-and left them for dead. And they still tried to sleep with me! Oh, and I wouldn't go making any moves there, friend, unless you'd like your little courier blown to bits. Or do, it would make it easier on me."

"I believe it was that I had their little friend's vocal cords ripped out. Or maybe it was the whole threatening to blow them up." Dean answered. "I never narrowed it down."

"Wow, Benny!" the Pip-Boy beeped. "I never thought I'd see you again! You keep some interesting friends!"

"Yes-Man?" Benny questioned, and then waved it aside. "Eh, never mind. When I've got the platinum chip, I can fix whatever they did to you."

"Yes-Man," Antietam said, dropping their hands from their neck "Could you keep it down? I'm about to get blown up."

"No, you're not." Boone reassured them quietly. "Gotta be some way to take these guys out..."

Internally, Antietam was weighing whether it was worth it to charge Dean and take him down with them. But there was a likelihood of Boone being injured in the blast, so it wasn't going to work out.

"Now, now Courier..." Dean said. "Where did you take the treasure when you ran off? You ruined over two hundred years worth of revenge."

The courier wanted to lash out, but they reigned their temper in.

"You ruined it...You ruined the whole Sierra Madre, did you know that? It could have been a safe haven, a shelter from the nuclear anihilation. But you couldn't tolerate what you percieved as an insult to your ego! And you ruined Vera's life-she was dying and you blackmailed her!" Their vitreolic rant paused. It wasn't the whole sad story, but the only one who knew that was Antietam. And they were too angry and biased against Dean to really care that their rant was biased. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Woah, let's calm down, Pussycat. You keep yourself under control or one of us might just forget ourselves and hit that button. We wouldn't want that, now would we? Let's get down to business." Christine and Veronica ran downstairs.

"Hey, what's going on? We heard commotion." Veronica said, and then when she saw the situation, she put her hands on her hips. "Are you guys having a party without me?"

Christine, on the other hand, growled.

"Dean." It came out in Vera's voice, and if Dean had skin, it would have gone pale with fear. As it was, it broke his composure.

"So it worked." He said finally.

"Alright, don't make any moves!" Benny shouted. "You try anything and I'll blow your friend to smithereens."

"Who are these guys?" Veronica asked.

"Some guys who tried to kill Tie before, I think." Boone answered

"Dean Domino, Swank Gecko-Pierce, and I'm the pro from Dover." Benny barked. "Now I want answers! Where's the platinum chip?"

None of them answered.

"I guess none of you value the Courier's life, seeing as none of you are providing answers." He pulled Maria from his pocket. "No matter. We'll start with the boy toy."

With that, he leveled Maria at Boone.

"Things are getting a little heated, Benny." Swank said, making eye contact with the checker-suited man.

"Stop." The Courier said. "I'll tell you where I hid the chip. Just let my friends go."

"Benny, this is getting more heated than I thought it would." Swank noted.

"Can it, Swank. We're about to get some answers!" Benny responded.

"It's in the dresser in the motel in Novac. Let my friends go, Benny."

"It's like it doesn't even matter to you!" Benny exclaimed. "It-" Swank cut him off by setting a hand on Benny's outstretched arm.

"Benny, calm down. We don't have time for his right now."

"Yeah, Benny, calm down." Dean chimed in, although it was clearly mocking him, which Benny picked up on immediately.

"You got something to add, Deano?" Benny snarked back.

"You know, Ben-man, I think I'm tired of playing accomplice. I'm so tired of playing second fiddle...I think I'll kill you and your friends and claim New Vegas for my own."

"Yeah, that's not happening." Benny fired back. He pointed Maria at Dean. "It's been real and it's been great, but it's not real great."

He fired.

"Shit, Benny, you missed." Swank said, to which Benny responded "Shut up, I know I missed."

He shot again and again and Dean didn't move, until he slumped to the ground, full of lead.

"Well, that's a bust." Benny said. "Hey, whataya say, Courier? We can burry the hatchet with this guy and work together. I won't kill you or your little friends and you won't kill me and Swank. Fair's fair, right?"

It was a stretch-even now, Christine and Veronica's nimble fingers were removing the explosive collar from the angry courier's throat. But Benny had always been a gambling man.

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