"why would you do that?" - Young!Silco x gn!Reader
Notes: Remember when I said I was going to do some short fics to fix my writers block? Wellthis request single handedly fixed it. And its soo much longer than expected, but I think it is now one of my faves. Warnings/Rating: Swearing, descriptive kissing, mild violence | 15+ for language Wordcount: 2.4k Synopsis/Request: Hi love, can I ask for young silco with "hold my hand" and "why would u do that" when they are on the mission or something and the situation got out of the hand silco need to kiss reader to shut their up or something like that?? And later they confess and everyone happy
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The job was supposed to be simple. Reconnaissance. Just scout out the area and come back that night to grab the stuff.
But was it ever simple when you and Silco were involved?
You jolted forward as a strong hand clasped the back of your jacket, a strangled cough erupting from your lips as the front rode up and pulled on your throat. You had barely stepped over the end of the bridge.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The voice was gruff in your ear as they span you around, nearly tossing you into the nearest wall. The enforcer towered over you, obscenely large and nearly as wide as he was tall.
You scowled, fighting the urge to spit at him as he and his friend sat back smugly, hands resting subtly on their batons.
“That is none of your business,” you seethed, attempting to push off the wall and slip past them. A thick arm blocked your path, fist landing against the wall a hair’s breadth away from your face. Your eyes rolled to the side, eyeing him up before turning back to him again. You failed to notice that Silco had clocked your little altercation by now, and was hovering a few steps back to see what you would do.
“I don’t see you stopping anyone else to ask them their to-do list,” you spat, fists clenching at your sides.
“Ah but we both know you’re not just anyone up here, street rat.” His friend obviously found him hilarious, cackling – a rich sound that made you want to gag.
You smiled sweetly, your body seeming to relax for a moment as you laid your weight against the wall. Then, almost as suddenly as you had smirked, your body tensed again, your knee coming up swiftly and connecting with the enforcer’s groin with a sickening thud. He doubled over instantly, and you used their confusion to dart past them, eyes finding Silco as he shouted at you to run. The sound of batons clicking as they flicked them out was enough motivation for you both to start high tailing it back towards Zaun.
“What the hell did you think that was going to do?” Silco’s voice was ragged as you both pelted it back into the lanes, glancing behind you at intervals, only to see the glowing eyes of enforcers masks following you through the gloom.
“You weren’t exactly being much help!” you huffed, skidding and fighting for our balance as you turned a corner.
“Well, I wasn’t the one getting caught.”
You would have huffed a bitter laugh had you not been fighting to pull air into your lungs, nearly tripping as you twisted to see if you had lost them, Silco’s arm coming out to steady you as you twisted down another alleyway, the glowing eyes dropping back. “Well, it makes a change,” you huffed.
“I think we lost them,” you muttered, slowing your pace as you glanced around the busy market street. Silco dropped his pace beside you, sharp eyes flicking over the crowd as he pulled his loose hair tie out and let the rest of his hair fall beside his face. A few strands sticking to the sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Shit,” his eyes locked onto the garish glow of the masks again, the enforcers eyes searching through the throngs of people, rough hands shoving people side to side as they searched for you.
Without so much as a thought he grabbed your hand roughly, the callused skin from the mines scraping against yours as he tugged you into a smaller alley beside you.
“What are you doing? It’s a dead end,” you fought against his grip, preparing to bolt it back down the lane.
“Just- stop fidgeting and hold my hand,” he pressed, grip growing stronger on you as he pulled you against him, twisting you so your back was pressed against the damp wall.
“Wha-”
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious as his desperate eyes searched yours.
In any other scenario, you would have spat back a witty response, but your heart stilled like a rock in your chest, and all you could do was nod. Swallowing a thick breath as your chest continued to heave. Now, however, you were less sure it was because of your cardio, and more to do with how close Silco was standing to you, his chest nearly pressed against yours.
“Good.” He glanced out of the alley quickly, spotting the masks before he leaned forward and kissed you.
Your eyes shot open, your whole body stiffening as your mind tried to catch up with what was happening. Your hand flexed in his, but his grip on you stayed strong, holding your tacky palm to his as he deepened the kiss, his spare hand coming up to cup your cheek and his hair falling to shade both of your faces from the street beside you.
The gentle scratch of his rough fingers on your cheek brought you back to reality and you relaxed, your lips finally moving experimentally against his as your eyes fluttered shut.
Your slow movements only encouraged him further, his tongue darting out to flick against your lower lip and you damn near sighed, your lips parting and he took advantage, tongue rolling over yours lazily and fingers deftly tilting your head for him to reach you better. The hand not holding his instinctively reached for his neck, fingers cupping against the sink and working their way into the hair at the top of his neck, pulling gently as you pulled him closer to you, growing increasingly desperate against him as his hand began to wander, dropping your hand and squeezing at your waist, pulling you even tighter against him.
Your groan shocked him, and he sighed in response, breath fanning against your lips.
“They’re not here, we fuckin’ lost ‘em.” The gruff voices were growing quieter as they pushed back down the streets and you stilled against Silco, the sound of their retreat pulling you back down to earth. Suddenly, you pulled away, head nearly banging against the brick behind you. Silco stepped away, sucking a ragged breath into his lungs.
“Why would you do that?!” you seethed, skin burning yet ice cold at the same time as his warmth left you. You weren't entirely sure what you were angry at, him for kissing you, or yourself for liking it. Really liking it.
“People get uncomfortable at displays of affection,” he started, your eyes following his thumb as it came up to wipe at the corner of his mouth, “And my hair would hide both of our faces.” His hands came up to gather his hair, tying it in a loose bun at the base of his skull again.
You were speechless at how nonchalantly he had stepped away, as if nothing had happened, as you floundered, still pressed against the cold wall, chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart threatened to leave your chest.
“Besides,” he started again, glancing around either side of the alley to confirm the coast was clear, “you seemed to be playing along just fine.” You felt your skin get hotter as he called you out, the smirk so obvious in his voice that you didn’t need to see his face to confirm it.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, pushing past him and ramming your shoulder into his as you did so. “Let’s just go home.” He exhaled sharply in disbelief before following you back to The Last Drop.
“You’re back early,” Vander’s rumbling voice followed you as you pushed through the doors hurriedly, letting them slam as you shoved your way in and through to the stairs. He frowned as you stomped up to your room, eyes flicking back to a much calmer Silco as he slinked in behind you, making his way to a barstool. “I take it it did not go to plan?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and instinctively reaching for a glass to pour his brother a drink.
“You could say that,” Silco huffed, accepting the whisky with a thankful nod, and downing it in one, ignoring the burn in his throat. Eyes flicking up at the ceiling as you both heard your door slam.
“What happened?”
Silco sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Enforcers picked up on them, they kneed the guy in the nuts, we ran, and I kissed them.”
Vander dropped his towel, spluttering on his own drink. He coughed for a moment, putting the glass down firmly on the bar before composing himself, stooping to pick up the damp cloth.
“You did what?”
“Don’t you start. We were out in the open and needed to lose them. It was the first thing I thought of.” Vander’s eyes were wide as he took in what he was saying, wetting his cracked lips as he leaned against the bar on folded arms.
“And how did they take it?”
Silco huffed an empty laugh, “Well, I think you can see that.”
“Do they know?” Vander pressed, twitching his eyebrows suggestively and gesturing upstairs with his head. Silco laughed again,
“I don’t think so,” he shook his head. “Although if that’s their reaction, I don’t think I want them to know.”
“Well did they kiss you back?” Vander asked, voice lowering a little as they both heard the floorboards above them creak.
Silco hesitated for a moment, eyes glancing back to the stairs before nodding subtly. Vander’s face broke into a smug grin.
“I told you they feel the same.”
“I think you’re very much mistaken,” Silco pushed his glass back against the sticky bar, hinting at wanting another to which Vander diligently refilled the glass.
“I think they’re panicking,” Vander’s voice was nearly songlike as he taunted him. Silco could do nothing but shoot him a cold stare over the rim of his cloudy glass. “I think-” he paused as he retrieved another glass and poured out your favourite, “you should take them this, and see what happens.” He pushed the glass across to him with his fingertips, smirking.
“I think you are full of shit,” Silco shot back, rolling his eyes, but ultimately settling his haze on the glass, his mind tugging at him to take it anyway. Vander only shrugged, tossing his towel onto the counter and lifting the hinged door, stepping out and trudging towards the basement.
“Well, I guess we will never know,” he shrugged as he passed, leaving Silco alone.
As his brother’s heavy footsteps quietened, Silco’s eyes fell back on the glass again. For a moment, he hesitated, fingers tapping against the wood before he snatched it up, almost quickly enough to spill some, and strode towards the stairs nervously.
Light knocks on your door pulled you out of staring at your ceiling. You had promptly collapsed back onto your bed when you got in, eyes fixing on the water stains on the ceiling and staying stock still as your mind raced.
God you had always wanted to kiss that sarcastic mouth of his, but not like that. Not when he was only doing it to get you both out of shit you had put you both in. Not when it was just another day on the job.
“What?” you spat, not attempting to move as the door creaked open, eyes not leaving their spot on the ceiling.
“Stare any harder and you’ll bring the ceiling down,” his voice was chilling, sending an irritating tingle down the base of your spine. You clenched your jaw, refusing to give into him. You stayed silent, not trusting your voice.
He cleared his throat as he pushed the door closed and tiptoed around the piles of notes and strewn clothes on your floor to place the glass on your cluttered nightstand. “I thought you might want a drink.”
“It’s one p.m.” you countered, but sat up regardless, tipping the liquid down your throat and sighing. He sniggered as he leaned back against your desk, crossing his arms almost awkwardly?...
“We need to talk about what happened,” he began, voice tight.
“Look, I didn’t mean to get spotted. They just targeted m-” you started, rolling your eyes and falling back against your pillow again, throwing your arm over your eyes.
“-That isn’t what I mean,” he interrupted you quietly, eyes watching you like a hawk. You lifted your arm hesitantly, finally looking at him and registering the nerves on his face. Slowly, you sat up, one leg folded beneath you as you dangled the other off the edge of the bed.
“Sil, we don’t have to. It was just to escape. We can both forget about it.
His tongue darted out, pulling his lower lip between his teeth briefly before he let it flick out, he breathed in deeply, “What if I don’t want to.” His eyes had started staring at the same spot yours had been fixed on the ceiling.
Your breath stilled in your throat, lips parting in shock as you searched his face for any sign that he was joking, simply taunting you to get back at you for ruining the mission. Nothing. Silco was scarily, uncharacteristically transparent, and he was fully serious.
“What do you mean?...” you asked, foggy brain struggling to fill in the gaps.
He sighed exasperated, finally looking back down at you as if it was obvious. “I don’t want to forget it, because I want to do it again. Desperately.” His voice was breathy as his eyes flicked down to your lips again, lingering for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
Your heart felt like it was about to explode, the tension immediately leaving your body along with your anger, quickly replaced by a sudden urge to be as close to him as possible again.
“What are you waiting for, then?” you asked, voice barely more than a whisper as your eyes roamed over his body, registering the way his hands gripped onto the fabric of his thread-worn shirt, lips parting in a nearly indistinguishable gasp, before his legs pushed him forward, your own body leaning up to reach his as he crashed his lips to yours, hands cupping your cheeks and pulling your face towards him.
One knee came between yours, balancing himself on the edge of your bed as you both fought ferociously for dominance, neither of you winning in a class of tongue and teeth that left you both gasping for air.
“Will-” kiss “-you-” kiss “-be mine?” he rasped out against your mouth, your kisses nearly swapping his words.
“I thought you'd never ask.”
