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Do You Pinky Promise

CH.4

I Keep Tryin' Just To Make It To The End Of The Day You Know I Hate It

Summary: You should've been more aware! Why were you even thinking!? What in your mind made you think this was a great idea!? How can you be so careless? ..... Where do you go from here? You need to take steps, SOMETHING needs to happen. But what?

Triggers: There is drug abuse, there is violence, different kinds of smokes and child abuse in this story. Please be mindful of the following content.

Silco x addict!f!reader

AO3 Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3

Three days.

You've stayed home for three days.  

Doing nothing.  

Laying in your torn up, old pjs, being angry at yourself. 

You haven’t taken any pills since that night. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at the bottle. 

Knowing it was half empty. 

You decided that someone pissed you off, ‘so you must take more opioids to help you calm down’. 

The hell were you thinking? 

 Now a guy lost his leg, and is being prepped as a new installation in the chem berserkers. 

You sit up on the couch you were laying on, and stare at the three bottles of pills that sit on the coffee table in front of you. The two that Sevika brought you that same night, and the one that Silco teased you with. The one you took one too many from. 

You can feel the itch - the NEED to take some. 

‘Why do you let him control you?’

Why do you?  

‘You are allowing him to control you even from this distance.’ 

You glare defiantly at the bottle. A fucking bottle. 

You can hear it laughing. It sounds like his. That mocking laugh he always had when things went his way. 

‘Aaaww! Poor girly got too much candy! Look at the mess she made trying to walk!’ 

The bottles behind sound like his friends. Laughing with him.

That bastard deserves to be burned alive. 

You shake your head, make the thoughts go away. That’s the last place your mind needs to go right now. Change it, now. 

It doesn’t work of course, your mind can’t help but go back to that night. Instead, you think about the end of it. How warm Silco’s embrace was, how comforting and soft his voice sounded. How he walked you home, and shared stories of his own childhood.

He tried to make you feel less alone. The asshole who always invaded your privacy and annoyed you one way or another. Each one of his visits was like a jab at you, trying to get under your skin.

‘Still wearing the same attire? Why not wear something nicer?’ 

‘I work at a factory, not a fucking brothel. Now can you not bother me while I’m loading shimmer on a transport please?’ 

You actually smile at the memory. That was one of his first surprise visits, before the whole missing shimmer debacle. When you think back, he almost seemed at ease. You’ve never seen him work with anyone else so you can’t really compare, but you're sure that he’s at least comfortable around you. 

You at least tried to annoy him back. Never seemed to work though. 

'Copious. Isn't that a weird word? Like, who came up with it and thought that's an awesome word?' 

'Is this what you spend your time doing instead of working?' 

'Only when I'm high.'  

You wouldn't call it a friendship, but there was some sort of ease that was between you two. Not sure what to call it yet. 

You go into your bathroom to rinse your face off in the sink. You look up into your broken mirror, pieces of glass missing from the frame. You’re not being able to make out anything other than the color of your eyes and your hair. You truly can’t remember what you look like. 

Has it really been that long? 

Well, this is as good a start as any. 

You rummage through your junk drawer until you feel a thin handle. You pull it out and see you found your mother’s old hand mirror. It came with a cover so the glass wouldn’t break easy when not in use. 

She gave it to you when you left home. 

‘Don't lose yourself in the dark streets of the night. They can do more to your psyche than you think.’ 

Maybe you should’ve taken that to heart. 

You take a deep breath, face the mirror towards you, and remove the cover. 

It took everything in you to not drop the thing. Staring back at you was a face you haven’t seen in almost twenty years. Ever since you left home. And now you remember why. 

A scar. 

A deep ugly scar that started from your right brow and ended at the bottom of your left cheek. 

You remember how you got it. You remember having nightmares about it. 

You remember wanting to forget it. 

You didn’t think you’d succeed. Especially not this effectively. 

You’ve decided, this will now be step one. Everyday, take a good look at yourself. And right now, you look terrible. That’s going to change. 

Time for step two, admitting your weaknesses and your defeat. 

But you had to do it in a certain way. 

You get dressed in some clean clothes, trying to put some effort into your appearance for a change. You take another look at yourself in the propped up hand mirror and quickly try to style your hair differently. 

Emphasis on TRY. 

You shrugged it off, moved on to shoving all the pill bottles in a bag and walked out the door. 

You walked for a good half hour before you arrived at The Last Drop. Ignoring the deafening music, you made your way through the crowd. 

It hits you that you've never been here before. You just know this is a base of sorts.

A hand grabs your shoulder and you swerve around to see Sevika. She doesn’t try to speak knowing she won’t be heard over the noise. Instead she starts guiding you over to the stairs towards the back. Once you reach them she signals you to keep walking up, before you question it she blends with the crowd once more. 

So you walk up and enter a long hallway filled with doors.

You find this big important looking one, think ‘fuck it’, and open it without knocking. 

There he is. Sitting in a fancy looking chair, leaning over a fancy desk, drinking out of a fancy cup. 

Everything about this screams ‘snob’. You have half a mind to comment on it, make a joke out of it, but this was far too serious to ignore. You had to do this if you wanted to break free. 

“I’m busy.” He doesn’t even look up to see who just walked in without knocking. So you take that as an invitation despite what he just said. 

You close the door, walk up to his desk, and set the bag of pills on his desk. He finally looks up to see who’s disturbed his work. If he’s surprised it’s you, he doesn’t give off any hints.  

You both just look at each other for a moment. You’re having second thoughts. 

NO. 

You’re committed. 

You look him dead in the eyes, still remembering his question. 

You finally have an answer. 

“Cause I wanted to prove I could beat him.” 

He hums and sits back, giving you his full attention. 

“When I was seven, my dad left home to become an enforcer. He wanted to make a difference. He never came back. Two years later, mommy hated being alone, so much so she preferred an abusive asshole over nothing at all. What she didn’t know was that he’s a drug lord. He gets all sorts of medical shit from topside, either sells it as is or makes something new with it.” 

He never interrupts, he doesn’t make any faces. He just sits there and listens. 

“I of course didn’t immediately become an addict when he ‘forced them down my throat’, but I remember how I did.” 

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, you refuse to break now. It doesn’t matter that you’ve never talked to anyone about this before, it doesn’t matter that the first person will be Silco. He asked a question.

He’ll get his answer. 

“One day, when I was fourteen, my mother was acting strange. She was loopy, one could say high. I guess in a way she was. Skipping ahead a bit, she was so out of it, she wondered….what my face would look like covered in blood. She just had to find out. So she took a kitchen knife and made a slow deep cut across my face. Didn't matter how much I screamed for her to stop.”

You took another breath.

“Dickhead came later with the pills saying they’d help numb the pain. He was telling the truth about that. What he didn’t share was the euphoria that would shoot through your brain when taking it, and how it can alter your nerves by making you feel the pain if you ever stop using it even though the wounds long since healed. So once I started taking it with a cut across my face, I couldn’t stop. Even now, with only three days of no meds, I can feel my face burning. And it’s only going to get worse

Your brows furrowed. 

“But I don’t care. I want you to keep those damn things as far away from me as possible. Lock them away if you have to. I will not be looking at another pill bottle until I’m clean and free.”     

He hums again, his eyes straying away from yours in thought. He stands and rounds his desk slowly. 

"I must admit. I was confident you'd be killing him by now." 

"Don't get it twisted, he WILL DIE. But I want to show him that he doesn't control me anymore first." 

He looks up at you again. "What prompted this?" 

"When I took that guy's leg." 

"What does that have to do with the medication?" 

"Silco, I overdosed. I was so pissed off that my fucked up brain immediately went to the pills and I didn't think twice! The bastard got what he deserved, don't go thinking I'm squeamish or anything like that. Hell, I've taken lives before. But here's the difference. I was in control of myself in those situations, I wasn't in that factory. I wasn't focused." 

"And yet you did exactly what you set out to do. If you hadn't taken the pills, what would you have done differently?" 

"I would have broken his fingers, or possibly an arm. Those can heal! An obliterated limb can't! It was a done deal that he was to become a Chem Berserker, kinda hard to set him up with a missing fucking limb." 

"That's what prosthetics are for." 

"You're missing the fucking POINT Silco. 'I' didn't do that. Brent did!!" 

…..You've always avoided saying his name ….how pathetic are you? 

Silco saw as you tried to hide the shock you felt as you turned your face away. He decided not to comment on it thankfully.  

"You truly wish for me to hold on to them?" 

Desperation is clear in your eyes as you look back at him. "Please." 

He didn't move, just looked at you. Then he opened the bag, took out the half open bottle and placed it on the desk. 

Your fingers twitched - need is flowing through you, and your scar burns more now. 

Silco focused on your hands, his eyes following then as you brought one to your face. Pressing on the old cut in hopes to ease the pain. 

"You're overestimating yourself." 

"What?" You fix him with a glare that can kill. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 

"It means you think you can just overcome any obstacle that comes before you. And while you have continued to impress me with your work ethic, intellect, and intuition. I'm afraid I don't have much confidence in this idea of yours. Even now, only three days in, you're too temperamental."

Damn it. You look away as you can't argue with him there. 

"So I offer a compromise." He proceeded to open the bottle. "One pill." He places it in his hand and offers it to you. "We will wean you off instead of cutting you off entirely. One pill to merely help with the pain, the bottle will remain here to ward off temptation of more." 

You sighed, it made sense. You wanted to just rip the bandaid off and be done. You were impatient. 

You took the pill, pain subsiding slightly. 

"Only come back here when the pain is intolerable." 

One thing is still bugging you about this whole exchange however. 

"Why are you helping me so much?" 

He pauses from locking up the medication in a wall safe. 

"You could have let me suffer through it and find out the hard way. And I'm sure you're aware Santos can take over from me just fine." 

He finished up his part and looked directly at you. 

"I suppose I should take a hint from yesterday's example and provide you with the truth." 

You send him a light glare at the jab, but wait for his answer. 

"However, I have a better idea." He smirks at your confused look. 

You hate how good it looks on him. 

Wait. 

No. 

That's withdrawal talking. Yeah that's a thing. 

"How long did it take you to form an answer for my question again? A month?" 

He takes a seat at his desk again, "Let's see what happens in that time. And maybe I'll give you an answer." 

….Ok fair. You hated it, but you can tell he wanted a rise out of you. Just like before. He's like a child wanting the attention on him. 

He annoyed the hell out of you, but you weren't going to argue over this. He was already helping you. No need to push for details that aren't important. 

You nodded your head, "Understood, I guess I'll see you around then, boss." 

"And good day to you, manager." 

You left, feeling lighter, yet heavier at the same time. 

“So how was your talk?” 

Behind you is a slim teen with long blue twin braids.The Eye of Zaun’s wild child. People fear Jinx almost as much as Silco. But just like him, you’re not going to kick her ass. Besides, she wears an almost evil smile on her face, she looks like a good distraction. 

“Little girls like you shouldn’t be eavesdropping. Don’t you have a diary to get to?” 

“Ew. No. But, nice try though. Come on, tell me something!” 

“What's there to tell? You’re not even a part of it.” 

“With how much talk there’s been about you here? I might as well be at this point.” 

The, what? 

‘What kind of talk?” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about anything bad. You’re pretty much my dad’s new obsession.” 

‘Obsession’? Just how often does he mention you? What the fuck was even saying? What was there to be said!? 

“Ok! So you obviously know me, Jinx, hi. And I obviously know you,” She said your name very giddily. “So, I propose that we get to know each other!” 

You stare at her, with the biggest ‘WHAT’ look. This was a red flag, you just had to engage, you’re in it deep enough with these people, gods you shouldn’t have gone to Silco of all people for help. 

“What do you like to do for fun?” 

What? 

This is what she wanted to know? Your hobbies? 

“Uh, I used to go dirt biking.” 

“Well why’d you stop?” 

“As fun as it can be, admittedly it’s more enjoyable with the right company.” 

“Well then, let’s go!” 

“Wha - what are we doing?” 

“We’re finding out if I’m the right company!”

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Do You Pinky Promise

CH.3

Got Trust Issues, I admit it, Scar Tissue to Prevent The Pain That Waits

Summary: Things slowly return to normal, with the exception of Silco's now frequent visits. You can finally relax in your home - wait……no the hell they didn’t. 

Triggers: There is drug abuse, there is violence, different kinds of smokes and child abuse in this story. Please be mindful of the following content.

Silco x addict!f!reader

Graphic depictions of violence in this chapter!!

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter4

Another month has passed. Silco is visiting weekly now, mainly on Thursdays. He comes in, asks how you're feeling, if there's been any changes in work. Of course, he doesn't believe a word you say, so he inspects your hands and face to see any obvious signs of decline. He doesn't, and he leaves it be.

He’s actually declared that you’re fine now. Funny it only took two months to convince him. ‘You’re more capable than I give you credit for’ he said. He still visits though for some reason. Anytime you ask he just responds how it’s his facility, he’ll do as he likes. When asking the other Factory executives, they share that they rarely ever see the guy. So why you? Why Here?

Next to that, when you're working around him you can feel his eyes burning into your back. Yet when you turn around, he’s focussed on something else entirely. You swear he’s watching you. You can’t help but be paranoid around him.

Other than that, work has been steady. You have hired guns with every transport now, and none have caused trouble yet. Silco is still hesitant on your decisions, and if you're honest - so are you. Like hell you'll tell HIM that though. No, you just take extra precautions when dealing with them.

You pay them half at the beginning, and the receiving facility pays the other half when the cargo arrives. You've made sure everyone is clear on these rules, and they all agreed. It's been working surprisingly well.

Now, it's Sunday. It feels like it's been forever since you've had a break. It's also been a while since you and Sevika sparred.

Sevika has a friend who owns a gym. The equipment isn't in the best condition but it does the job. It's actually more foot traffic than you thought, judging by the crowd that was forming around you two.

Now, contrary to popular belief, you are a DAMN good fighter. Sevika may be bigger than you, but you've managed to make her lose her balance. And with that, all you had to do was make sure she stayed down. She's even tapped out a few times.

Between the two of you, it was a pretty even match. While she fights with brute strength, you fight her with her own weight. A trick your old man taught you before he up and left for topside.

By the end of it, Sevika won. You stand there, hunched over panting, as she accepts 'congratulations' from the betters in the crowd.

It was a fucking sparring match. What the hell?

You both sat down together now. Taking a smoke/water break.

You spoke up to her immediately though, "Hey Sev? Can you do me a favor in the future?"

"Depends."

"Don't give my pills to Silco anymore. If you can't show up, then I wait another day. It's not the end of the world."

She laughs at you, "It must've been pretty bad if it has you thinking of going a day without these things." She holds up a bag of what you can clearly see is two new bottles.

"Sevika, I still have the one. It's still full."

"Well, now you're ahead. No nasty withdrawal symptoms."

"People are gonna start thinking you're my dealer."

"At this point? Might as well be. Just be glad I don't charge you."

"And why don't you? This shit is a pain to get, it's all from topside."

"Hey, I make plenty of money at my current job thank you. Besides, I guess…you're supposed to go out of your way to do shit for stupid people like you."

……Was…was that?

"Was that your way of saying, you care?"

"That's my way of saying, I've seen how bitchy you are without your 'candy'. You not being that shitty is payment enough."

You laughed at that, agreeing with her. You weren't the best person when off your meds. But that was the closest you were ever getting to being called a friend by Sevika.

It was nice to know she felt that way.

Has nice as it felt, you did not like the sentimental feeling that is now looming over you. Topic change, now.

"You got any plans after this Sevika? Meet a nice girl? Get some drinks with her? Maybe spend the night at her place?"

She actually barks a laugh at that, "With my line of work? You actually thought I'd have time for that? No, unfortunately the boss is calling everyone in. We got some business to take care of."

"Wow, everyone needs to be in for that?"

"Sorry, I can't go into detail for why."

"I understand, just business."

Sevika gets up and starts getting ready to leave.

"What about you? Got any plans?"

"Mmm, thinking about taking Tammy out for a walk."

"Doesn't she just go off on her own now?"

"She does but everytime I come home she's whining and holding her leash. She misses going out together."

"God, you're such a sap."

You chuckle at her response and help her with her poncho.

"You still need to tell me what exactly happened with your arm. You haven't told me shit yet."

She looked right at you, "Just business." And walked away.

Back at the house, as you said before, your Saint Bernard, Tammy, was there holding her leash whining to spend time with you.

"I know Tamtam, let me look over these forums real quick and then we'll walk around."

Just because you weren't physically at work doesn't mean you didn't take some home. All you had to do was confirm the shimmer transport anyway. Shouldn't take long.

You were looking over the documents of the last transport when you got a gut feeling. When comparing your numbers with the neighbor factorie's everything added up correctly. So why was stockpile incorrect?

You kept looking until you got to the signature that passed everything. You knew EVERY managers signature, just so you knew if anyone screwed up.

THIS WAS FORGED.

You were beyond pissed that anyone would even try this. You grabbed your shotgun from the gun cabinet and turned to Tammy, who could sense that something was up.

"Want to play fetch instead girl?"

Silco was not a patient man. If a mistake is made he understands, but if it happens again he is not so understanding. When questioning the east side factory manager on why there was a shortage of shimmer coming from here, he was met with nothing but a confused look.

Sevika held the man down in his seat while Silco drew out a knife from his jacket.

The man started talking quickly, "I-I don't know! Everything has always been in order!"

"Mistakes are already an annoyance. Ignorance is unforgivable."

Before he could start cutting, the door to the main office is kicked down. There you standing with a double barrel shotgun and a Saint Bernard at your side, baring it's teeth.

You look at him, then at Sevika. "THIS is just business? Torturing my coworker?"

Silco jumped in before Sevika could retort, "Leave. This does not concern you."

Silco turned back around facing the manager again, only to now realize just how upset you were.

"Actually asshole, it does. More than you think. So how about you move the fuck aside while I deal with this problem."

He whipped back around facing you again after that, with a look that could kill. That doesn't even make you hesitant.

"He's not the guy you want anyway! All the more reason for me to take the reigns, since you're obviously way to impatient to follow the obvious thread that'll lead you to who you really want. So move aside asshole, before I make you."

Your dog barks at him while you walk towards the terrified and confused man.

"Sorry about all this Gary."

"Can you just tell me what's going on?" His voice was far too shaky to be taken seriously.

You threw some papers in front of him on his desk. Silco recognized them as the stockpile and cargo docs.

"Tell me who was in the inbound position and in charge of this truck."

Gary looked over the documents you tossed at him. Silco couldn't help but note how intimidated the man was of you. He can't help but wonder what else you've done.

"This - this was Dan. He was stationed there then - I didn't sign ANY of this!"

"I know." After your curt reply you start walking out, "Tammy, nāc."

The dog follows her out.

Silco follows closely after you, only for you to hop off one of the catwalks to roll onto the ground floor. When he looks down he sees four other people with you.

One was Santos, your secretary of sorts. Another was a bulky one that was holding down a man in a chair so he couldn't leave, much like Sevika was with Gary. Only difference is this poor sod had his hands bound as well. The last two you brought with looked to be paramedics. Of course they didn't have the attire, but the equipment they carried hinted at medical support. And this was taking place in the middle of the factory. In front of everyone.

Just what were you planning?

You approached the man in the chair - who he assumed was Dan - with this slow menacing walk that had even him on edge.

In a different way from everyone else, he's sure of that, but still on edge.

He saw your pet catch up with you, after taking the stairs, and take it's place at your side again. He decided to follow it's example and rush down the stairs as well.

He HAD to see what happened.

"Well would you look at that Dan! That's two against one!" He could hear your voice from the stairs, you sounded unhinged. He moved faster.

"You're really taking Gary's word over mine!? Hotshot, we've known each other for years! The fact you don't trust me on this hurts my feelings-"

"I'm giving you two chances, but you won't like it once we get to the second."

Silco had made his way through the crowd and got there just in time to see you place the barrel of the gun on top of his left leg.

“Who did you sell it to?”

Dan looked at everyone around him with a forced smile, "She isn't serious everyone! She's a jokester like that! It's just a thing of ours! Everything's fine-!"

The second a loud boom was heard, Dan's leg was nothing but chunks of flesh on the floor amongst a pink mist.

Blood splattered over five feet away into the crowd, gore dripping from people’s hair. Eyes were wide in horror at what they just witnessed. Silco’s was more shock than horror.

He looks at you again, noting the uncaring look in your eyes as you gazed at the man screaming in pain and agony. He can’t even make himself care about the noise. He was fixated on you. Covered head to toe in the blood of a traitor, how tall you made yourself stand over his squirming body.

He can’t help but admire you. You’re breathtaking like this. You’re beautiful.

You’re powerful.

The women holding Dan down had to use more force after the shot. He was squirming in all different ways screaming. She was glad you tied up his hands.

You smacked your hand over his mouth to shut him up. “I warned you, didn't I? You wouldn’t like it?” You crouch down and squat in front of him, your hand still on him.

“Let’s try this again. Answer my question, and those guys over there will patch you up.” You gesture to your ‘doctors’ standing to the side. “Otherwise we can leave you here to bleed out.”

You take your hand back and he immediately starts screaming a name, almost hysterically.

“BRENT!!! IT WAS BRENT!!”

Everyone in the room felt the air change instantly. No one knew why, no one but Silco. He remembers the spy he sent out relaying to him what happened. He remembers that name and what it means to you. You look ready to snap.

You raised your hand and snapped your fingers. Medical assistance came over and started on patching his le- eerrr, nub.

You stood up again, whispered something to Santos, walked away and out of the building. Tammy followed.

And so did Silco.

You walked down empty streets alone, until you heard your name from behind. You turned to see Silco walking towards you.

“If you came here to lecture me on my methods, save it for morning-”

“I planned on nothing of the sort.”

“....What do you want, Silco?”

He paused, he didn’t really know what he wanted right now. He just needed to speak with you. Ever since the beginning, he’s wanted something. It’s why he’s made the excuse to check on your performance, why he teased you with your addiction, and now making random visits to the factory. He wants SOMETHING, but he doesn’t know what. Just a chat? You don’t look much in the mood for that.

“You knew the colluder?”

“He at least wasn’t lying about that. Yeah, we knew each other for years. He’d always get in trouble and I’d bail him out. There were times where he’d help me too. I don’t know when or how things changed though. But now I think I have more of an idea.”

Right. Brent. He had a feeling you’d be going after him, and he won’t be able to stop you.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

He didn’t realize he’d been staring at you.

“Look, I’m really fucking tired tonight, okay? Can this wait another day?”

You start walking again and he just watches. He doesn’t know what to say to you, to at least ease the pain.

Wait.

You hear your name again and turn around once more, looking more irritable. You don’t say anything.

“You’re not the only one to feel the pain of betrayal.”

Once he said that, he could see you struggling to keep it together. He could see you brows curl up more, eyes watering - you look away so he can’t see you breaking on the inside. He understands. And yet for some reason, he puts his arms out. Not real wide, but enough for an invitation.

You look at him confused, all he says is, “No one should know such suffering. Especially alone.”

In a moment of weakness, you run into his arms. You hold on to him tightly crying your eyes out. You’re very quiet, refuse to show more than you already have. He doesn’t mind however, the feeling of want he’s had for two months now has finally subsided - at least slightly.

So here you two stand, hugging each other, in the middle of a lone empty street. With Tammy looking up at you both with her head cocked to the side

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Do You Pinky Promise?

Ch2

Faith is Hard to Place When You Can Fake Everything You Ever Thought You Could Say

Summary: Well you kept your job, but it just became a lot harder. With Silco now visiting every week and now shipments being interrupted, what else can go wrong? What's that? Your boss finds out about your addiction? Great.

Triggers: There is drug abuse, there is violence, different kinds of smokes and child abuse in this story. Please be mindful of the following content.

A Silco x addict!f!reader fanfic

AO3 Chapert1 - Chapter3 Chapter4

It's been a month since you're arrangement with Silco. Despite agreeing on once a week, he's only come twice so far. Worked out for you since things have been picking up with the deliveries you've been sending out.

When sending out shimmer, you document the quantity of vials and variants you send out. The next factory then documents the quantity that was received. Lately the numbers haven't been matching, and it's been pissing you off.

You've had to use hired guns to watch the cargo while it travels across the fissures. Hopefully money convinces them to not do anything stupid and make you look worse then you already did with these incidents happening in the first place.

You just sent out a batch with the mercenaries for the first time. You weren't religious but you actually prayed that they wouldn't screw you over. Word on the street said they were good, but words mean very little to you anymore. But that was all you had to go by. You were very on edge, and out of your....'candy'.

Needless to say you were a mess.

.....Ok, you were a mess regardless of everything happening. But now it was worse. And that's saying something.

As of right now, you're waiting patiently at a rundown park for someone. You're sitting on a bench fidgeting, looking around at the few people who show up here. The dust and toxins were denser here, but you were pretty used to it at this point. Hence, no mask.

You're sure Silco would flip. You kinda wanted him to.

Sounds fun.

You finally see who you were looking for emerging from a cloud of a dirt that a nearby carriage just made. You rush over to give her a hug.

"Hi mom."

"Oh sweetness. I missed you." Her voiced was muffled of course due to the respirator. 

"I missed you too. Let's get you inside somewhere so you can take off that mask."  

You walked together down the street until you came across a café. Or, what can qualify as a café down here. They had coffee and bread items. That counts right? 

You sat down at the table in the far corner with your drinks. Your mother took off the respirator and took a deep breath.

"As much as those are supposed to help you breath, they sure make it difficult." She laughed at her own joke hoping you would join, but no. You were too busy studying the bruise that was under her right eye. A bruise that couldn't be seen out in the dirt and grime.  

You moved her hair out of the way to get a better look. "Is this his handy work?"

"Sweetness. I don't want you to -"

"Mom. He is hurting you. You are fifty fucking years old, when are you going to tell him to fuck off? You can come live with me! I make a good amount, the apartment is spacious enough for us, I'm sure Tammy would love you -"

She said your name pleadingly. The look in her eyes nearly killed you. This boyfriend of hers has been hurting her since you were a child. You've dreamt of different ways to get him out of your lives. Ranging from civil all the way to deranged.

"Honey, I know you don't like him, and I've always regretted you leaving home at such a young age. But he has helped a lot with our shop."

"What shop? You mean our bookshop? The same bookshop that no one visited because they don't know how to read? The same one that has picked up business only because you buy a book you buy a lace? Ma! He has turned it into a Coke House!"

You could see how much she deflated with each word you said. Your mother has always been an emotional person. To this day you believe she was not meant for this world. She is far too trusting, kind hearted, she even held tutoring for those who truly wanted to read the stories she had. 

"I just hate seeing you be treated so shittily mom. Please let me help."

She stayed silent as she looked at you, then took a deep breath.

"I love you very much dear. But....." She looked away for sec. When she turned back to you her eyes were teary. "Is it true you're working for Silco?"

You've never told her that. Hell, you didn't tell anyone cause what'd be the point? They just sorta found out on their own and started avoiding you.

It's been four years though. Did word finally get to her? Or-

"Does it matter? Ma, he's an ass but he's not the monster everyone is-"

"Do you realize that's how I got this bruise?"

"....what?"

"When Brent told me that you worked at a shimmer factory I thought 'No, not my baby girl. She knows right from wrong.' He HATED how much faith I had in you! So much so that he struck me so hard I landed on the floor and kicked me. Saying maybe I'll finally get the message. Do you want to know how many times I've denied that you worked there hon?"

You sat there. You really had nothing to day to that. Your suffer-in-silence-mother just threw you under the bus after everything you two have gone through together.

You really didn't know how to feel when you saw the horror and regret pass over her face.

"Oh, oh gods...I - I didn't -"

"I'm addicted to Opioids."

It was her turn now.

"When I was ten he came to me with a bottle while you were in the kitchen. He told me it was candy and forced me to eat them. I never wanted them but shoved them down my throat one by one. He threatened if I made a sound he'd hurt you. So I kept quiet about it. And that's only one of the things he's done to me. You're not the only one to make sacrifices mother. So don't single yourself out."

You got up and started packing your things.

"W-where are you going?" 

"This conversation has turned sour, we both need a moment to cool off before we talk again. I particularly feel on edge right now anyway."

You looked right into her eyes and said, "Some more candy should help."

You left before either of you said something you'd regret even more.

Back in your office, you've gotten word that the shipment had arrived. They're still counting.

You pace around looking at forms while on your fifth cig. God you needed your pills, Sevika should be here soon with them.... maybe you really did need an intervention. 

"It seems I've come at a bad time."

You whipped around to see Silco closing your door, having just let himself in, as he so often did anymore.

Hell, you're so wound up that you didn't even hear the door. You needed a break badly - wait....why does he have a clipboard?

"The hell is that for?"

"This?" He gestures with the clipboard with a smirk.

Your gut did a thing that you didn't like.....you're going to ignore that.

"It's come to my attention that you do more than just ignore the rules of your safety. For starters, you work far more than the other employees."

"How? We all only have one day off."

"That may be true, however you've been working six days a week, ten hours a day."

Okay, he obviously didn't like that. The look and emphasis told you everything. You immediately played defense.

"To be far, I'm mostly here at my desk just looking over papers. I'm not always working on something physical."

"Paperwork can still drain you just as much. I had a lecture prepared but I assume this is something that's been working for you for the last four years. So we shall add it to the list of things I'll be looking for in my weekly visits."

He scribbles something down and looks back at you. That smirk is back as he sees your foot fidgeting while you lean against your desk. Your gut has that feeling again, you hate it. You hate that look.

"I don't like that look you have your face. Spill it. What else do you not like me doing."

He chuckles as he slowly approaches you. "Sevika merely mentioned something to on my way out. She had others matters to worry about so she couldn't help obtain your, candy."

You made a sharp inhale. Your shouldn't care, half the undercity is addicted to shimmer. So why does it matter if you like something different? Opioids helped in a way shimmer never would. You kept your face neutral, but didn't know how to respond so you stayed quiet.

He looked way too amused. You wanted to hit him.

"Have nothing to say for yourself?"

"I don't know what you want. You know about my meds now, so what's the point on denying when you heard it from the source already?"

"Think of it as more about what you want." He held up a pill bottle teasingly out of your reach.

You hate how your vision zeroed in on it. You hated how it looked like the holy grail in your eyes. You hate how vulnerable you reacted when you went to reach for it and he pulled it away.

You glared at him when he just laughed.

"Something you find funny, sir?"

"Oh very. Like how the best manager I have is an Opioid addict."

"Yeah, I hear she works best when she has some in her system."

"I hear she's been forced to take since childhood."

....Motherfucker.....the son of a bitch...

"You've had me watched!?"

"Seemed only fitting since I hadn't the time to visit. You have quite the history. I've only one question for you."

"Fuck your question. You've violated my privacy and my mother's. Why the HELL would I -"

"Why do you let him control you?"

.......You do nothing but glare.

He is unbothered and continues, "You continue taking the very drug that was 'forced down your throat' as a child. You are allowing him to control if from this distance. Why? Is it so difficult to quit and cut him off."

"Because they're yummy."

"Don't get smart with me. I know you're aware of what I'm asking."

You defiantly glare at him, refusing to answer. You wanted nothing more than to be left alone now.

He sighs through his nose and let's it go.

"Very well, then let's move on to the main problem of the day."

You rolled your eyes, "And what would that be?"

"Mercenaries off the street guarding a shimmer transport!?" He actually raised his voice a little which startled you. It wasn't real loud, but enough to know how fucked you were if things didn't work out.

But right now, after the shipment problem already on your plate, the fight with your mom, and withdrawal symptoms already showing. You were at your limit.

And unlike him, you were LOUD.

"What the fuck else did you want me to do!? I only have clerics, secretaries, biochemists, and toxicologists! NONE of which have ANY sort of background involving fighting or guarding of any kind! Want know where THOSE are all at? Right! At YOUR bar protecting your twiggy ass! So let ME handle MY cargo MY way sir."

At this point he is livid. You were so far gone after everything at this point, you really didn't care.

Before Silco could flay you alive, Santos barges in.

"Sorry ma'am but I wanted to inform you that the neighbor factory had finished adding up the vials. They were all received and accounted for. The numbers actually matched this time."

You could not stop the smug look you got on your face as you turned to Silco again. His anger now barely peaking through his thinly veiled neutral look.

He places the pill bottle on your desk and leaves without a word.

You were right.

That was fun.

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Ch1

I'm Just A Cynic, Can You Give Me A Minute?

Summary: An addict working for a shimmer facility. Yeah, surprised you, too. If it wasn't for your old friend Sevika, you'd be freezing on the streets by now. Four years have passed now and, let's see if you can actually keep that job. 

Triggers: There is drug abuse, there is violence, different kinds of smokes and child abuse in this story. Please be mindful of the following content. 

A Silco x addict!f!reader fanfic  

AO3 Chapter2 Chapter4

Didn't have much going for you now. Maybe have some friends here and there - still have some connections - but working at one of the shimmer factories has a way of distancing you from others. Or, more so, others wanting to distance themselves from you. At least the sensible ones.  

"Please! I won't do it again!" 

You didn't really mind people leaving. Sometimes, it's just better to be alone. Being the one to personally see the preparation of the Chem Berserkers has that effect. 

"You shouldn't have done it in the first place, dumbass."  

Maybe you're a sadist, but it actually brings some twisted sort of satisfaction to see these sad saps get what they deserve. Idiots thinking they're smart enough to pull one over the Eye of Zaun. It's actually funny to watch them try. 

Even funnier to see them fail. 

Today's stooge is no different from the rest. 

"I promise! I've learned my lesson! I know better now!" 

You just grin at him as you close the hatch to the suit after setting up all the lines to shimmer. You hear a muffled scream of terror as you walk away from your newest installment.   

"You enjoy this WAY too much." 

You approach your desk to finish up the shipping report. The one being picked up now.

"Would you rather I be scittish and not be able to do the job properly, Sevika?" 

"You could at least lose the grin. You look fucking creepy." 

"And here I was thinking I had a winning smile. Here's the latest shipment that went out this morning to the next station over. Attached are invoices and other documentation to prove it's authenticity." 

"Perfect as always. Thank you for making my life a little less like hell." 

"Are the other factory managers getting worse?" 

"So much so that the boss has now taken it upon himself to train them on their jobs." 

You actually wince just imagining what that's like. 

Sevika laughs at your reaction, "Yeah, so now you know what I've been doing for the last week."  

"Yeah, kinda wish I had front row seats though." 

"God you're so fucked." 

It's your turn to laugh at her reaction now. It's at this point that you accept the fact that, yes, you are, in fact, a sadist.  

"Speaking of which, you'll be getting yours here soon." 

"My what?" 

"Your Silco visit." 

That made you deflate a bit. Of course, you were getting one as well. If he was checking all others, then he might as well go all around. 

"Then, at the very least, you can give me my 'candy', Sevika?" 

She shook her head and tossed you a pill bottle. 

Opioid. 

Pain meds. 

"You're a damn addict." 

"You just now realizing that Sevika? After nine years of knowing each other? I thought you were better than that." You gave her a teasing smile at the end as you immediately took two pills. 

She just shrugged you off and started leaving, "Good luck with your overview." Laughs as the door closes." 

Little while later, you have all your staff gathered in the center of the factory. You stay up on one of the catwalks looking down at them. Time to share the news. 

"Listen up, people! I'm sure words gone around about the boss man having to go to other factories to 'straighten them out'." You heard some chuckles from the crowd. "Trust me, I would've loved to see that." You heard a 'Me too!' yell from the crowd followed by more laughter. 

"Yeah, well guess what? Now he's coming here." The crowd went silent. "Now I know that gave you pause, 'What did we do wrong?' 'What could've we done better?' I'll tell you right now, not a DAMN THING." 

"I'll tell you what I think. The AUDACITY! Mr. Macho thinking that just because the others screwed up that we're just like them? No!" The crowd started up again. 

"Him thinking that just because the others don't know how to do their fucking job that we don't? Hell no!" They got a little louder. 

"I'll tell you right now, my fellow coworkers. I hand-picked you, I was given that power so I can run this damn factory to the best it can be! I don't give a damn that you're on something, or where you come from, or what you might have done in the past. No! I picked you because you knew what the fuck you were doing! I picked you because you were the most hard-working! I picked you because you are what makes this damn factory run to it's best!" 

The crowd erupted. Suddenly full of confidence and pride. 

"Now everyone get to work! That fucker is coming soon, so let's make sure he knows he don't gotta worry about a DAMN THING when it comes to us!" 

With one more cheer, everyone broke apart to get to their own individual stations. Shimmer was back into production faster than it was before. 

You turned to your second in command, who was right behind you during the whole thing. 

"Santos, do not give the douche a tour guide. Just give him free reign of the whole place. And let people know to keep stations clean, no scatter papers, no food wrappers, nothing. They shouldn't be eating around the chemicals anyway." 

"Yes, ma'am." You know he said it sarcastically, but he moved all the same. His dyed pink hair whipped around as he turned the corner with how fast he was moving. It was just too damn long. 

An hour has passed, and everything is moving smoothly. Boss man had been here for half that already, and everyone had been doing perfectly. They answered any and all questions he had for them, and they demonstrated what to do in specific situations. You unfortunately weren't there for it yourself, but Santos had been giving you updates via radio. 

It's when Santos states that Silco would actually like to talk to you now, that you finally realize that you've actually never seen the guy. You've only ever spoken to his second in command, Sevika. Hell, it was because of her that you're working here in the first place. 

There's a knock on your door now. You take one more inhale of a cigarette and tell them to come in.  

A scrawny-ass man came in with a fancy looking jacket. His left eye catching you off guard a bit with how it fucking glows orange. You HAVE to learn how he got that. Other than the badass looking eye, what made this dude so threatening? The money? I guess you'll find out. 

"So, you are the award winning manager I have heard so much about." 

You got up from your desk, only to round it and lean against it with your smoke still in hand. 

"At your service." 

"I've heard nothing but praise about you. Both from your staff and Sevika. Your reports are correct and on time. You take care of your staff well and give them motivation when they need it most. Which, from what I've heard, the last time that happened was today." 

"When you hear the big man is coming to your workplace, you tend to get nervous about why that is. They just needed a push." 

"Then let me tell you about my problems with you." 

"Problems?" 

"While you take care of your staff, they hardly ever see you take care of yourself." 

Silco is worried about your health? 

"Care to elaborate sir?" 

"While the rest wears the protective garments, you'll place your bare hands in chemicals that will cause damage to your skin." 

"I take the necessary steps to make sure that my hands are in one piece at the end of the day." 

"While the others wear masks around the toxins, you simply walk through it without anything." 

"I've inhaled worse things." 

"I do not care what you think of your abilities. You are the head of the facility, so if anything happens to you, the whole thing crumbles -" 

"SIR. Just because I respect you doesn't mean I'm going to kiss your arse." 

"Excuse me?"  

Welp. Don't know where that came from, but you started something, and you're going to finish it. 

"I've been in charge of this facility for four years now. Everything that you see happening before you has been happening for those four years. Regardless of what you believe, this has obviously been working, so why change the formula?" 

It's at this point that you're pacing in your office. 

"If you must know, I don't wear suits because they are limited in quantity. I save them for the rest of the employees, visitors, etcetera. The same qualifies for the masks. So you'll pardon me for taking following the safety guidelines to a T sir. But I won't be going out of commission anytime soon."   

A tense pause passed through you both as you stared down at each other. 

This was the exact opposite of what you told your staff to do. You were supposed to give him nothing to worry about! What in the hell were you thi- 

"Let's compromise." 

What? 

"What?" 

"I don't like the lead gear being less oiled than the others. But you insist that it will work just as well as the rest. Therefore, I believe a compromise should be enacted." 

Silco wants to comprise....on how well you treat yourself? What kind of bullshit is this? 

"What kind of compromise?" 

"I will check on you personally once a week. If I see any changes that I don't like, you will wear that protection whether you like it or not. Otherwise, if everything seems fine, then I leave you be and you continue as usual." 

"And how long does this last exactly?" 

"As long as I see fit." 

At this point, did you really have a choice. You meant what you said. You had very few hazmat suits or masks to protect your workers. You left those there for them. If this is what it takes, then- 

"Fine. Anyway of the week is good. Sundays I'm at home doin' my own thing. Other than that, do as you wish. I'll alert staff about your visits." 

He just smikes at you. 

"See you next week then." 

He leaves quietly with that. 

Son of a bitch. 

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What's up, people! First chapter is done! 

This has no beta read or outline, so we're both going to find out together where this train is going to wreck. 

If you have any problems with my writing or if anything is unclear, please, I take any and all forms of constructive criticism, and I will try better the next time.