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House Of Cards | San

San x Reader, exes to lovers au!, mafia au!

Word count: 12.013 (hehe)

Genre: angst, suggestive, fluff at the end

Warning: mention of crimes and violence, suggestive, language, San in a pool bc that's a warning. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT!

Author: Maari

Note: Ok so that was an imagine that i wrote with got7 yugyeom but reading again i decided to repost with san, because i think it fits him more.

Summary: It seems like your ghost from the past came at the best time to save you.

Taglist: @foxinnie8

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“Miss Y/N.” She heard her own name echo through the corridor and turned around, coming face to face with one of the security guards whose name she hadn't yet memorized.

"Yes?"

“Mr. Kim wants to see you.”

She took a deep breath. She had just arrived at the hotel, he himself had told her to go up to the presidential suite

“Tell him I’m coming.”

“Now, miss.” His serious tone made her stop in her tracks and look at the security guard with some concern.

It wouldn't be good to go against Seungho's rules. It never was.

She nodded and followed him, the shower she planned to take would have to wait a little bit.

A while ago she would have sighed at the elegance of the hotel but unfortunately for Y/N, she was starting to get used to that life.

Well, used to wasn't quite the word. Conformed was more certain.

As she predicted, the security guard took her to a private area of the hotel, she was sure that Seungho had requested that only he frequent that place and with the great influence he had, it wasn't denied.

Y/N approached him alone and in silence, seeing him sitting in an armchair staring at the glass of whiskey he held.

"Wanted to see me?" She crossed her arms behind her body and swallowed hard when he looked at her.

She hated the weight of his eyes on her.

"Come here." he patted his own leg and she got the message, taking a deep breath before sitting on his lap.

Seungho ran his free hand down Y/N's back and stopped at the base of her lower back, the smell of alcohol was permeating his pores and it was enough for her to realize that this wasn't the first glass of whiskey.

Y/N didn't understand the sudden affection until he approached and kissed her lips, as always in a thirsty and quick way that caused absolutely nothing to Y/N.

Except disgust.

"You didn't call me here just to kiss me, did you?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow.

"No, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it." he approached once more but Y/N immediately avoided it. "Alright, I need you to stay by my side while I partner up."

He held out the glass of whiskey and she held it, reluctantly, her brow furrowed.

"Why? You're not going to introduce me as your girlfriend, right?" His eyes dropped to the small neckline of Y/N's dress.

She would have shifted uncomfortably if she hadn't been in his lap, that might have given him ideas she didn't want him to have.

"Don't be silly, of course not." Seungho's cold tone didn't even shock Y/N. "You know women with your beauty make business easier."

She blinked and blinked, in disbelief.

"Do you want me to seduce a future partner?" she asked, not as incredulous as she would have been in the past. This had been quite common, actually.

"No, I don't want you to go to bed with him." He responded possessively and angrily. "I just want you to give us the privilege of admiring your beauty." his hand ran up the spine to the back of Y/N's head.

She took a deep breath, she hated having to do that ridiculous act but it wasn't like she could say no, she never could.

"Okay, I'm just going to change my clothes." She got up from his lap, she was ready to get out of there, but Seungho held her by the hip.

"No, he's already coming." Seungho got up from the chair and moved his hand away from her body. "You look pretty sexy anyway." he spoke quietly, making her understand that his partner was closer than she imagined.

She lowered her head to look at her own heels, she should have chosen another dress before going to the hotel. That one seemed too short for her own taste but what could she do if Seungho had liked it and the pair of black high heels?

She lived to please him.

Noticing that she was still holding the glass, she downed the whiskey in one go so that she could gain a little more confidence to do the dirty work.

"Mr. Kim." the partner spoke friendly and Y/N swallowed the alcohol, which went down her throat and felt her heart stop when she heard his voice.

She knew that voice…

"Please, call me Seungho. Sit down."

Y/N lowered her head and opened her eyes, watching as Seungho pointed to the front seat and the two did so, with shaky legs she sat in the seat next to Seungho's and her eyes stopped on the future partner's hands.

Years could pass, but she would never forget those hands, not when they showed so many times the love that their owner felt for Y/N.

With complete certainty that this was really who she thought, she raised her head after letting out a sigh and her eyes met his for the first time in so many years, making her press her fingers against the empty glass she was holding.

Y/N felt a mix of emotions, her hands started to shake just with his eyes fixed on her, she didn't fail to notice that he analyzed her quickly before turning his gaze to Seungho, she got goosebumps from head to toe and asked herself how could he still do that to her? And what was he actually doing there?

"Choi San, right?" Seungho asked, making Y/N return to reality.

"Correct."

"Your secretary called me."

"We are very interested in a partnership with you, Seungho. I believe it will bring benefits to both parties, as my partner has already explained everything to you." the two maintained a rigid posture but unlike Seungho, San was elegant.

Of course, the gray suit San wore was very different from the hoodies he had and that she remembered, it suited the formal atmosphere they were in but it went beyond his appearance.

San's aura was different, as he was ready for that.

"Yes, it was a very productive meeting."

"I'm just here to finish the deal." San quickly looked at Y/N and a smile appeared on his face.

This disconcerted her, and she left the glass on the arm of the chair and clasped her sweaty hands to try to hide her nervousness.

"Well, I can pay you the first million right now if you want." She rolled her eyes discreetly, Seungho loved showing off how rich he was. "Just a minute." He got up from the chair and looked at Y/N quickly, walking away, leaving her alone there and ready to collapse.

If Seungho wanted her to seduce San now, that was a bad time.

But it wasn't surprising since he had never learned to read the atmosphere when she was near, he never noticed when she was uncomfortable or happy, because for him it didn't make any difference.

She looked back at San, still feeling vulnerable about being in front of him again after so many years and took in every detail of his face that she had never been able to forget.

He was different. His face was no longer so thin and youthful, now his features were stronger, more masculine.

The black hair that she remembered falling into his eyes was now perfectly pushed back and the side cut made him look much more handsome and mature.

Even in a suit and tie, she could see that he wasn't as thin as he used to be.

He was no longer the boy she had known, he was a man and very attractive one.

Her body vibrated for her to come closer and she felt her fingers tingle to touch his face one last time, like she hadn't had the opportunity in the past.

He continued to analyze her from top to bottom, much longer, which made her tremble all over.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to find the courage to do what Seungho had told her to do.

"You're getting a great deal, you'll be very pleased." the attempt to use a seductive tone failed due to the way her body was reacting.

She looked like a robot programmed to say that.

“That’s what they say, but it’s not the business I’m interested in.” San seemed to know very well how to use his voice in a low tone and something inside her warmed in a way that hadn't happened in a long time.

Y/N was left with no response and Seungho returned, probably thinking she had gotten what he wanted.

Little did he know that the spell had turned against the sorceress.

“What do you say we play poker while we settle the transaction, San?”

"It would be amazing." he got up from the chair and Y/N's eyes followed him.

She got up from the chair but made to go to the other side towards the uncovered part of that area, but she didn't even take two steps as Seungho held her arm tightly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

“I think the little act of being your luxury slut was enough for today.” she responded firmly and he tightened his grip on her arm, to the point of hurting it.

“Don’t play with me, Y/N, I want you by my side until the transaction is over.” His eyes were fixed on her face and for a brief moment, she was afraid.

Looking to the side, she noticed that San was watching them a little further behind Seungho, with his jaw clenched and with a rigid expression.

“I’m not going to sit at that table and watch you play that fuck poker that destroyed my life.” she turned her gaze to Seungho who now seemed to have understood. “You really like torturing me, don't you?”

“One day you’re going to have to stop blaming the cards, my love.” he let go of her arm, and Y/N controlled herself from crying.

It would be pointless and pathetic.

He walked away from her with a wry smile and passed by San, who stood there for a few seconds staring at Y/N until he shook his head and followed him.

She left there, feeling suffocated and her legs were shaking like never before, no longer able to control her tears, she leaned against the wall and looked at the clear sky, all the memories that she had been forced to bury came back with much more intensity.

[...]

7 years ago

“Get out of my house, please.” she begged without having the courage to look into his dark, gentle eyes, she would weaken if she did, especially if he was crying like her.

“Y/N, explain to me what’s going on.” he pleaded and she had to choke back a sob.

"It's over. Go away." She touched the door handle with her back to him, she was about to open it when he gently grabbed her arm.

“Something happened, right?" she took a deep breath before looking at him, feeling her heart break into thousands of pieces and sink into her stomach.

“What happened is that I don’t want you anymore, San. Don't insist." Her voice came out shaky and she knew she hadn't convinced him yet, she was about to break down in front of him but she couldn't. “We’re too young, it would never work.”

"Are you sure about that?" San slowly let go of her arm and looked at her completely lost.

She didn't respond, just opened the door with a silent message for him to leave.

No scene broke her heart like that when she saw him leaving with his head down, hands in his pants pockets and a tear running down his face.

She needed all the strength she didn't even know she had left to ignore the urge to hug him and tell him how much she loved him. Instead, Y/N closed the door and fell to the floor, now without needing or being able to control her crying.

She cried about so many things, she couldn't even list or understand what he cried most about, but she was sure she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

She had never felt so empty.

She was angry, scared, sorry and most of all, she was sad.

Because she had lost the only joy in her life, for a mistake that wasn't hers, for a decision that wasn't hers.

“Daughter…” Y/N looked at the stairs and saw her father coming down the steps, deflated and with a guilty expression.

She passed her hand over her face, drying her tears and got up from the floor. With long and silent steps, she walked past her father with the intention of locking herself in her room.

She would still have that night to sleep in her bed.

"I'm so-"

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She turned angrily, glaring at her father as she sighed. “I did what you wanted, now leave me alone.”

[...]

In recent years, Y/N has tried to erase that memory from her head. She didn't want to relive it like she did in the first nights when her life had changed, when she was brought back to reality with nightmares.

She didn't want to feel again the hurt she had towards her father for doing that to her and even less did she want to feel her heart break again when remembered San being devastated because she had broken up with him.

Even though she had managed to bury that day in the depths of her consciousness, that emptiness was always there.

And now here she was, being haunted by the ghosts of her past and crying like the heartbroken teenager she once was.

She wiped her face, thankful for her makeup being waterproof, approaching the balcony and surveying the bustling city.

A wave of nostalgia washed over her. She missed home, the happy moments she lived that were now just memories, she even missed her father. But mostly, she missed who she used to be.

The girl who had dreams and insecurities, which were always hushed up by San.

He was always everything for her, the kisses he distributed on her face and the convinced way he said that she would achieve everything she dreamed of, made her believe at the time.

She stayed there for a long time in silence, alone and without security guards watching her every step, making her feel free.

“It’s a wonderful view.” Y/N jumped in fright when she heard San's voice so close.

Looking to the side, she noticed he was next to her.

How and when did he get there?

“Yeah, the city is amazing.” she replied, still feeling her heart beating faster, she just didn't know if it was because of the scare or just because of him.

“I wasn’t talking about the city.” she felt San's eyes boring into her and a shiver ran down the back of her neck.

Since when was San so direct like that? Who had he learned to be like this from?

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing poker or something?” she changed the subject, still looking at the city.

“An hour ago I was.”

Y/N frowned.

Hour? Had she stayed there for an hour?

“So you closed the deal.” She took a deep breath and found the courage to look at him.

San nodded silently.

“You don’t seem very happy about this.” he smiled sideways, leaning on a pillar.

Happy? She didn't even know what that was anymore.

“I just hope you know what you’re getting into.” she shrugged, sighing.

“Why don’t you explain it to me?” San looked at her intensely and she returned it, unable to look away.

She could, a part of her screamed at her to do so, but she knew what she had to lose and she couldn't risk it, not now that he was there and she couldn't protect him from Seungho's fury.

"You wouldn't understand."

“Maybe I should warn you.” he took a step towards her while keeping his tone serious, without looking away.

“I'm not kidding, San. Be careful."

Y/N's intention was to get out of there quickly, but he stopped her from continuing when he gently grabbed her wrist.

The contact made her stop, her heart beating faster. Feeling his touch again was everything she had asked for, being close to him was much more than she thought she deserved.

“So let’s be clear that I’m not kidding either.” She could practically feel his breath, his face was so close she could touch it at any moment if she stayed there. “In nothing I did or said today.” She swallowed hard and looked at him, seeing the conviction in his dark eyes and once again, she was left speechless.

She wanted to cry, for so many nights she had dreamed of those same eyes and it seemed like a dream that he was there so close to her and at the same time so far away, because even though he was the San she knew, he was no longer the same.

He had a certain power, a fire in his iris that she had never seen before, that she couldn't identify.

But it was very different from the way Seungho looked at her as if she were his property.

Y/N's eyes went down to San's lips, they looked extremely inviting and she wondered if it still tasted the same, the attention she returned to San's mouth didn't go unnoticed by him as he wet his lips with his own tongue.

Before she could get even closer to him, Y/N blinked a few times until she remembered where she was and who she was with, if Seungho arrived at that moment it wouldn't be good, especially for San.

Thinking about it, against every cell in her body she pulled away from San and his touch.

“Have a good day, San.”

She got out of there as quickly as her feet would allow her before she did something she would regret later, she didn't look back and was thankful once again that she was without security guards.

She arrived at reception and Seungho was leaning on the counter with his phone to his ear.

“Y/N!” he called with his free hand and turned his attention to someone else on the other end of the line. “Matt, I already took care of all that.” She approached him paying attention to the conversation, it was probably something related to their return. “You know she's good for much more than that. Okay, I’ll be there.” he hung up, huffing.

"Problems?" Y/N asked without the slightest interest.

“I have to receive a load today from the other side of town and they require my presence.” he informed, irritated.

“I’ll go upstairs and get our bags then.” she pointed to the elevator and was ready to go when he stopped her, raising his hand.

“No, Y/N.” he scratched his head and she knew something was wrong. “I haven’t finished the entire transaction with San yet.” she crossed her arms, waiting for him to finish. “And you know this hotel does business with me.”

"I know that."

That part of the city was heavily influenced by Seungho. Hotels, banks, even the hospital operated when and how he wanted.

“A luxurious dinner will be held to welcome Mr. Choi.”

“What’s all this-” she frowned.

“I need you to accompany him to this party and explain that I had an unforeseen event but we will finish tomorrow when I arrive.” he interrupted her and Y/N felt her expression fall.

Would she be alone with San for a whole night by his side?

"What?" She didn't want to show despair but it had become difficult after that. “No… I can’t… I can’t.”

Explaining to him what was really going through her head was out of the question.

“I need this partnership. Matt will be with me and you are the only one who can be here representing me.”

“Postpone receiving the load then.” she shrugged and he took a deep breath, visibly irritated. “I’m not you, I don’t have to deal with your business.”

It wasn't part of the role she had played in those years. For business, she was just the statue that if she winked at the partners, with the right clothes, she could make them close the deal faster.

Seungho was too jealous to let her be alone with a man for two hours, let alone an entire night.

This then meant that whatever the deal was with San, he didn't want to risk losing it.

Annoyed, he held Y/N by her arm with a somewhat unnecessary force, making her look into his eyes, to see that he was serious.

“I'm not asking you to accompany him, I'm ordering you to.” In fear, she lowered her head, giving up. “Don’t worry, my love.” He got closer and his mouth met her ear. “Tomorrow we will have all day to make up for the time we lost.”

She wanted to laugh but held back, sleeping with him was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

In fact, her mind was too busy with images of San in a suit.

[...]

Y/N spent the entire afternoon getting ready for dinner at the hotel with the help of a small team that Seungho hired to make her look magnificent.

Small because she had begged him, she wasn't a Hollywood actress after all, a football team taking care of her appearance for a simple dinner was unnecessary.

He had made it very clear before leaving that she must use every trick to convince San to wait until tomorrow. For Seungho, this was her only role, to seduce his partners.

Seduce, never go to bed with them.

Because for Seungho, she had to have her eyes focused only on him, and according to his theory, the more instigated to have Y/N, the more the partners would be committed to maintaining an agreement.

Basically, she was there to make these men fools, believing that one day they could have something with her behind Seungho's back.

At eight o'clock at night she was ready and couldn't deny that the job had been well done.

The red dress was long with a strap on one side and a detail at the waist that made it much more elegant, black sandals on her feet and ruby earrings that Seungho had given her, like the countless expensive jewelry she had been receiving in recent years.

She believed that he gifted her with expensive and luxurious things just to keep her with him, as if it made her wonder if she could live without flaunting the good life she had achieved.

Each piece of jewelry increased her indifference towards him, because it made her feel like she had been bought by him again.

The makeup had highlighted Y/N's face in an elegant way and she insisted on wearing red lipstick, she was trying her best to do the job, finally her hair was left loose but left aside.

She even tried to take a deep breath when she left the room but she couldn't lie to herself in that situation, she was nervous. More than that, she was anxious!

Seungho had left one of his security guards to take care of her, of course he wouldn't be that stupid, but when she arrived at the main hall and saw San smiling at some people he was talking to friendly, Y/N totally forgot about security or anything else.

It would be cliché to say that she couldn't take her eyes off him, but it was the truth, he looked wonderful. Breathtaking.

He wasn't as formal as he was in the morning, he was wearing a suit but without a blazer, just a black vest, the sleeves of his white blouse were rolled up to his elbows with the first two buttons open and his tie was slightly loosened.

He had his hair pulled back but with a few strands in his face.

God, even if he tried hard for 20 years he wouldn't be able to get ugly.

San realized he was being watched and looked towards Y/N, smiling brightly at her and he came to meet her quickly.

“Miss Y/N.” He took her hand and kissed it gently, like a perfect gentleman and it was enough to make her heart skip a beat, and her legs tremble slightly. “You look gorgeous.”

She smiled restrainedly.

“Thank you, Mr. Choi, I must say you look really nice too.” she tried to keep her tone formal to keep the theater for security.

"Would you like something to drink?" he looked at the security guard and she understood what he was planning.

"Of course." she replied and he put his arm through hers, she looked at the security guard who was watching them closely. “You don’t need to follow me, I’m fine.” she ordered and he agreed, stopping where he was and San took her away.

“The compliment was true.” he said without looking at her face.

"So was mine." she replied quietly, feeling her cheeks burn.

“You got a babysitter from your boyfriend, huh?”

Y/N could feel the jealousy in his voice and it made her smile discreetly.

“The babysitter isn’t for me, it’s for you.”

They arrived at the mini bar and he ordered two drinks.

“Is he afraid you’ll fall for my charms?” he turned to face her and got closer, making Y/N get lost in his scent.

That was it, she was intoxicated by everything about him. The smell, his voice, the heat of his body, which wasn't enough because she knew he was much hotter than that, she just needed to get closer.

“Actually, he’s afraid you’ll run away.”

“And you’re here to make sure I stay?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

She searched in her head a decent answer but all that came out was just the truth.

“I’m here to make you stay.” she said even though she wished she could do otherwise.

If she had the power, she would make San move far away from her and Seungho, for his own good.

“And how do you intend to do that?” he took a step forward, their bodies practically touching. It was incredible, it seemed like he could read her mind.

Because she wanted to get closer, enough to put her hands on his broad shoulders.

“He asked me to seduce you.” she replied quietly and couldn't take her eyes off his mouth.

“Can you do it or will I seduce you first?”

Y/N didn't imagine that San would be so sexy like that and as dangerous as that game was, she was loving it.

What she remembered was a much shyer and not so confident San.

She held back the urge to bite her lip.

“You’re going to need a lot more than whispers to seduce me.”

Of course, as if she could convince herself of that.

He had just approached her and she was already feeling weak in the knees.

“That’s what we’ll see.” San smirked and walked away at the exact moment the bartender brought the drinks.

He handed the drink to Y/N who drank some while observing the room.

She managed to identify at least three more Seungho's bodyguard, and it wasn't surprising since she knew he would never leave just one of his men watching her.

Not when she had already tried to escape from him a few times in the past, without success, obviously.

No matter where she went, whoever she asked for help, Kim always found her and brought her back.

She was so lost in her analysis that she didn't notice when San brought his mouth to her ear to whisper.

“Can I show you something?”

She suppressed a smile and took a deep breath before looking at him, seeing him smile so close to her.

His smile still had the same effect on her, as if the sun had risen in the cloudy sky. It was the light in the midst of darkness.

It wasn't like she had the strength to deny it.

He held out his free hand and she took it, being led out of the room soon after.

The party took place near the pool and only a thick, red curtain separated the two places, Y/N sighed as she observed the full moon, which was brighter than usual, she had never seen it so beautiful.

San let go of her hand only to sit on one of the lounge chairs, she turned to face him when she felt the touch disappear and came closer but still remained standing.

“What did you want to show me?” she asked, quite curious.

“Nothing, I just wanted to be alone with you.” he confessed, resting his hands behind his head after placing the drink on the floor.

Y/N swallowed hard at the movement, as his arms were in evidence and she thought it more prudent to remain silent, this time returning her gaze to the crystal clear water of the pool, feeling not only her cheeks heat up but also her heart.

It seemed like even if she wanted to bury the old version of her that night, she couldn't.

“I know it’s been years, but I want you to know that I never gave up on you.”

She looked at him at the same moment, San didn't take his eyes off her and spoke with such conviction that it left her speechless.

All she wanted was to be able to throw herself into his lap and kiss him all at once. Only if the situation had been different, if they hadn't met again like that...

But time wasn't fair to them, it wasn't in the past and it wasn't now.

“I think I prefer it when you flirt with me.” Unable to contain herself, she spoke out loud and wanted to beat herself up for it.

“I can do that too.” he shrugged, getting up from the lounge chair. “I can do a lot of things.” He got closer and she felt her body go still at the short distance. This was the time she should take a step back, right? “Especially the ones you want.” she felt his hand on her wrist, going up her elbow in a pleasant way and making goose bumps go up her arm.

Damn it.

Y/N held the glass tightly, trying her best to remember what she was there for and especially what she shouldn't do.

San noticed the tension and took the dronk out of her hand, ending the sudden affection, placing it on the floor but Y/N wasn't prepared for what would come next, thinking he would just stare deeply at her like he had been doing.

But one of his hands found her waist while his mouth found her cheek, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the warm skin.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that.” She closed her eyes, letting herself go for a few seconds.

“Afraid to like it?” he asked close to her ear and his mouth went down to Y/N's chin, involuntarily one of her hands tightened on the arm that was holding her waist.

"This is wrong." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

It was? Wasn't she on board with Kim's plan?

“But you want that." He bit her chin, and she could feel him smiling.

"No." although her mouth said something, Y/N's body said the exact opposite. She dug her nails into San's arm and felt her body getting weaker and weaker.

She mentally begged him to kiss her and end that miserable tension.

“Y/N…” she stifled a moan when she heard her name being spoken so quietly by San’s seductive voice.

It was wrong and dangerous, but why did it feel so right?

She felt that San was about to kiss her, she felt his breath against her mouth and no matter how much her rational side screamed for her to stay away, her emotional side was controlling everything because that was what she wanted from the moment she saw him in the morning.

She had missed so much being in his arms, feeling loved, protected.

She felt San's lips so close, her own hands going up to his shoulders and she was ready to give in, when his lips touched hers just enough to make a slight tickle, the image of Seungho with a gun appeared in her head.

"No!"

Y/N pushed San and suddenly he no longer held her, not even his perfume covered the radius they were in, she opened her eyes to find him startled.

She took two steps back, placing her hands on her forehead, now regaining lucidity.

What was she thinking? How could she think of putting him in danger like that?

“Don’t do that” she trembled, feeling her eyes tear up. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“But, Y/N…” he took a step towards her and she raised her hand, asking him to stop right there.

He obeyed, confused and hurt.

"You wouldn't understand." she shook her head to get the image of Seungho finishing him off from her mind.

“Maybe if you explained it I could.”

She ran her hand over her own arm, not knowing what to say. If he continued to insist, she would eventually give in and things wouldn't end well.

San followed the movement and his eyes stopped at a specific place.

“What’s that scar on your arm?” he asked and she automatically stared at her own skin.

Y/N blamed herself for not choosing a long-sleeved dress, mainly because the scar was recent so it was lighter and she hadn't even remembered about it.

"I need to go." Once again she deviated from the subject, if she continued there she would end up saying everything she shouldn't have and that was definitely out of the question.

She would never forgive herself if something happened to San because she had told him everything, even if that was her wish. To finally clear things up, after so long.

She ran out of there as best she could, avoiding passing through the room where that damn party was taking place and hoped that San wouldn't go after her, deep down she knew he would leave her alone after that outburst but she only became calmer when the elevator doors closed with a bang, her inside that cubicle.

Unable to control it any longer, she let the tears she had been holding back for a long time fall, it seemed like an eternity before she arrived at the presidential suite.

She stumbled into the elevator because of her tears and took the opportunity to take off her heels right there, she no longer cared about her appearance as she had been taken care of for hours. Seungho's plan hadn't worked anyway so screw the party, the appearances and all that stupid luxury.

When she arrived, she threw her heels in any corner of the huge, cold room as she closed the door behind her, ran her fingers through her hair and took off her dress without any will.

All she wanted most was to lie in bed and sleep for a good twenty years.

And even she tried, she knew it wouldn't be easy to sleep that night, not after everything that had happened and to make even worse, everything she had tried to forget about the past was playing intensely in her head.

The memories she had with San, all the first times with him, from when they met until the day she broke up with him, her happy childhood and her difficult adolescence of having to deal with her father's addiction that affected the entire family.

Hugging the pillow, she let the tears fall again as she lay there alone once again, as it had been repeating since her father had spoken the harsh words that had changed her life.

[...]

It was already past 10 am when Y/N decided to leave the room and go to the pool, the weather was nice to take a few dips and that would help her forget everything that had happened, at least for a few hours until she was away from that hotel.

She put on a very simple white bikini, a long white button-down blouse so she wouldn't be walking around the hotel with nothing covering her body, white flip-flops and big glasses to hide the dark circles under her eyes from last night.

Luckily for her the pool area was empty and Seungho's security hadn't come after her so far, which meant she was free for who knows how long, she left her things on one of the sun loungers and her sunglasses were also left behind.

It didn't take long to enjoy the warm water, trying to wash away any traces of guilt and uncertainty.

After wetting her hair and swimming a little, she leaned against the edge, closing her eyes and feeling the sun on her skin as if it were giving her strength back.

She tried not to think about anything, just wanted to enjoy some time she didn't usually have, alone and quiet with her own conscience.

She felt the water become more agitated but she didn't pay any attention, she was feeling so light that she didn't even care that someone was there too.

The pool was big enough for that.

However, when she realized that someone was too close, she couldn't help but open her eyes and look at whoever it was.

Y/N need to rest her arms on the edge of the pool when she saw San standing in front of her with a shy smile and no shirt.

She had a very privileged view of San's bare torso, she knew he had gotten stronger but she couldn't imagine how much and she couldn't even disguise the way her eyes observed San's broad and strong shoulders, going down his chest. She couldn't see his abs clearly because the water was getting in the way of having a clear view of how defined he was, but realizing that he was there in just black swim trunks made her lose her train of thought completely.

Even with the water distorting a little, she could see how thick his thighs were.

Okay, San had turned into a personification of some Greek god and she couldn't stop looking at him to burn every bit of him into her memory, which conflicted when she remembered what he was like in the past.

She had never imagined that he could be so… hot.

She cleared her throat, trying unsuccessfully to hide it, and looked away, missing the opportunity to see his raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.” she spoke quietly.

“I was worried about you.” he admitted firmly and she swallowed hard.

“Let’s not talk about last night, please.” she pleaded, sighing and looking back at him.

San was serious, not mad at her, but he seemed to be trying to figure her out.

“We will need to talk one day, Y/N.”

“If that's why you came here…” she started to leave, but was stopped by San who put his arm on the edge of the pool and brought his body closer to hers, still without truly touching her. "What do you want?" she asked, pretending to be impatient.

He put his other arm on the other side, trapping her there and Y/N had nothing to do but look him in the eyes.

“Does he hit you?” it was simple and direct, making her jaw drop slightly.

"What…?" She released a breath that until then she hadn't even realized she had been holding. "Who?" She tried to pretend she didn't understand.

San cocked his head to the side, only to stare at her more intensely.

“Kim Seungho.” he spoke the name between his teeth. “Does he hit you, Y/N?” he asked, this time his tone became more serious and his eyes locked with hers.

He already knew the answer without her even answering, but he wasn't going to give up so easily because the only thing he needed was for her to tell the truth and then they could find an alternative.

"No!" she replied desperately, her voice became even thinner. “I mean, where did you get that idea?” she crossed her arms, trying to be defensive but she was actually scared.

If San found out the truth, she didn't know what he might do.

“That scar wasn’t made for a silly reason and now seeing you in that bikini, in addition to seeing that your body is still beautiful, I can also see some purple on your legs and belly.”

She swallowed hard, trying to think quickly of a convincing answer.

“The scar… I've had it since, uh, I was a kid” she forced her throat to stop stuttering but his attentive eyes weren't helping. “and the purple ones… well, I’m very distracted.”

“Do you think I don’t remember all your scars, Y/N?” He brought his face closer to hers and she didn't have the strength to turn away. “I had the image of your body in my head for years, I remember every inch of you.” she felt her body shiver and sighed slowly. “Tell me the truth, Y/N. Please." he pleaded.

One of her hands touched Y/N's face, making a pleasant caress and she couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes when she felt the soft touch.

“That’s a low blow.” she spoke quietly, fighting her eyes that insisted on closing.

"And yeah?" she could feel he was smiling. “You know, I remember you loved a kiss below your ear.”

Of course she loved it mainly because only he knew about it.

She couldn't think about much or open her eyes because his mouth was already practicing what his voice announced.

Y/N put her hand on San's shoulder and found that the sun did a great job of warming their bodies, but their skin wasn't the only thing that was hot there.

Her hand squeezed San's exposed skin, suppressing a moan as she felt his breath right next to her neck. She was unable to reason with that sudden approach, nor even breathe properly like a normal person.

"So?" he asked, lips touched her skin as he spoke but Y/N was too lost in that sensation to remember what his question was.

San moved his face away and she opened her eyes at the same moment, missing the contact, he looked at her, urging her to respond.

"What?" was all she could say.

“Y/N, I’m waiting for an answer.” He raised an eyebrow and she felt her legs tremble again.

Her mouth suddenly became dry and she had to use her own tongue to wet it, a movement that didn't go unnoticed by San.

“Do you think… I have the capacity… to talk after this?” she was panting and hadn't even kissed him.

San laughed softly, his dimple showing.

“Good to know I still have some power over you.” he said, cocky.

“It’s so much more than that, Sannie.” he smiled sadly at the old nickname. “I have always loved you and I will always love you.” her hands went to his face, making him look deep into her eyes. “But I can’t tell you, forgive me.” she said, seeing him take a deep breath. “Please don’t continue with this transition, cancel this damn partnership. This is all too dangerous and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. I just…” she looked down, unable to continue, water was calm but a storm was still coming.

San brought a hand to her chin, making their eyes meet again.

"Just…?" he urged her to continue.

“I’m afraid of losing you again.” she confessed, straightforward.

San didn't say anything and neither did she dare continue, she had already said too much, he then brought his face closer to hers and ended that distance once and for all, Y/N could only close her eyes when San's soft and warm lips touched hers. So softly that it made her sigh against the kiss.

He didn't deepen the kiss or move his lips, he kept the touch for a few seconds that lasted for eternity and Y/N felt her eyes water even though they were closed, the hand that was still on Y/N's chin went down to her the back of her neck when he broke the kiss and her heart seemed to want to jump out of her mouth, she didn't even know how she was still standing.

Without the courage to open her eyes, because she knew she would cry like a child in front of him, Y/N didn't expect San to hug her so tightly that it sounded like a goodbye, the kind that leaves you breathless.

She grabbed him by the neck and rested her face on his shoulder while the tears ran down her face and got lost on San's skin, she could have stayed there hugging him forever.

San ran his hands down her spine and caressed her, feeling his breath on the back of her neck, Y/N closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of being safe even if for that brief moment.

The sun burning on their skin lasted as long as the hug, which none of them had any idea how long it had lasted, but it had been enough to strengthen Y/N.

“Never forget what I said.” she spoke quietly and walked away, feeling cold and empty again when she no longer had San's warmth surrounding her, and swam towards the stairs.

She wanted to keep that image of him smiling and welcoming her, that was the reason she didn't look back as she got out of the pool and picked up her things from where she had left them.

She hoped that one day San would understand why she kept a secret from him and who knows, he could even one day forgive her.

She knew that she had hurt him in the past but it wasn't because she was cruel, she was just trying to protect the one she loved. Including San.

She looked at her feet on the way back to reception and was ready to go to her room, but that wasn't exactly what happened.

A pair of expensive shoes stopped in front of her, stopping her from continuing on her way and she would have been rude if she hadn't been taken by surprise.

Seungho was in front of her with his arms crossed and his expression not at all pleasant.

“Beautiful scene, I think it deserves applause.” his voice was cold and he didn't even blink, she knew what was coming next and even so it didn't stop her from starting to shake with fear. “I’m just going to ask once, what the fuck was that?”

[...]

Y/N tried not to sob loudly but despair and fear were speaking louder this time, she didn't even know which floor she was on and she couldn't even think about stepping into reception.

With all of Seungho's security guards downstairs, all that was left for her was to sit on the floor of one of the floors of that hotel while she felt weak and helpless.

She brought her hand to her mouth to try to muffle the sound but when she felt liquid in the corner, she pulled it away and stared at the blood on her finger.

Her blood wouldn't be the only one that would be spilled, she felt anger take over her body and rubbed her hand with the other to try to get the blood out.

“Y/N?”

She looked to the side and even though her vision was blurry because of her tears, she recognized San and sighed with relief.

San knelt in front of her and touched her chin, the lighting in the hallway was low but it didn't stop him from noticing some things, Y/N brought a hand to San's face to make sure he was really there with her.

"What happened to you?" He made to put his hand on her face but decided not to when he saw the tears that were still flowing. "Come with me."

He picked her up slowly, Y/N felt my ribs throb but ignored it as she wrapped his arms around his neck.

He walked to the end of the hallway and opened the door to one of the rooms, from which she could see that it was the one he was staying in.

San placed her carefully on the edge of the bed and ran to lock the door, turning on the light in the room and Y/N's eyes watered even more.

In addition to irritation, shame too.

“Can you turn off the light, please?” her voice was weak and choked, she saw San's shoulders sag and looked away from him.

He did as she asked, leaving the room for a few minutes until he returned with a first aid kit.

Y/N took a deep breath and he approached, kneeling in front of her and held her gaze, when she saw that he wasn't going to say anything she looked at him and nodded, accepting that he would treat her injuries.

San did everything necessary and when she hissed in pain, he gently stroked her arm, looking closely at her.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” asked quietly after a quite time in silence, she noticed that he was controlling himself to remain calm.

Without the courage to respond and without any confidence in her own voice, she just nodded, listening to him take two deep breaths.

“How long has this been going on?” Y/N stared at him firmly this time, seeing him with his jaw clenched.

She wasn't ready to hear the answer but it was fair to him, even more so now that he was in danger.

"7 years." she replied quietly, shrugging her shoulders.

San got up from the ground, scratching the back of his head and then clenching his fists.

“That’s since…” his breathing got heavier. Since she had broken up with him, yes. “Y/N, you need to report this guy.” He knelt in front of her again and looked into her eyes, which were already teary again. “You need to step away.”

Carefully, San held her hands, bringing the comfort she needed at the moment.

"I can't."

"You must." he encouraged her and she shook her head, looking in any corner of the room.

“San, I can’t.”

"And why not?" he asked in disbelief.

“Seungho is influential. If I send him to jail for a few days, he might…” she trailed off, completely panicked just thinking about the possibility.

"Might what?" he instigated, he needed an answer and one that would convince him.

“Go after the one I love.” a sob was stuck in her throat. “You don’t understand, San. I have no choice, I can’t betray him, I can barely say no to him.”

He slowly pulled away and she took the opportunity to bring her hand to her face, wiping away the trail of tears.

Her head hurt, her eyes burned, her body was tired and she didn't know what to do. She was terrified.

"What do you mean by that?" He narrowed his eyes and she looked down, already knowing where he was going. “Can’t you say no to anything?”

She nodded silently.

It was difficult to speak out loud, even more so to relive everything she had been through with Seungho in recent years, even though she felt absolutely nothing for him other than contempt, touching those wounds hurt.

“If I dare to say no, this happens.” she pointed to her face.

San looked at her worriedly, his gaze more attentive than ever.

“Y/N…” she fell silent, waiting for him to continue. “Did he force you to do something you didn’t want to?”

San didn't need to say or emphasize the specific word because she didn't need to, she just lowered her head in shame. She couldn't look him in the eye.

"Yes." Y/N didn't even hear her own voice admit it.

All that seemed to have been enough for him, who was now shaking and keeping his hands clenched, the vein in his neck was popping out and he stared at the wall behind Y/N with hatred.

“I will kill him with my own hands.” he spoke slowly, getting ready to get up

"No!" she held San by the hand, preventing him from taking any steps. “San please don’t go.”

She despaired. That's what Kim was wanting.

After having "taught her a lesson", Seungho was very clear that he wouldn't stop until he killed San for having dared to touch what was his, for having had the audacity to kiss Y/N.

She couldn't even say anything, it wasn't like she was going to tell the truth about San's identity or else things would be much worse. Seungho wouldn't only kill San, he would torture him for finding out that he was the one she loved.

And she knew he wasn't joking, his bodyguards were in the lobby to make sure San wouldn't leave there. It didn't matter if he was alive or dead.

"Don't ask me-"

“Don’t leave me here alone.” She tried to get out of bed in a hurry but all she managed to do was trip over her own feet thanks to her throbbing leg.

San was faster and held her by the waist, helping her sit on the bed again very carefully.

“Y/N, don’t get up.” His hand stopped on her thigh, checking if she was okay.

“I just want to forget everything that happened.” she sighed, looking at him sadly.

Maybe it wasn't the best time for it, but San was the only person who could make her forget even her own name and that's what she needed.

“I want to be your Y/N again.” she touched his face, the words seemed to have an effect on him, he understood what she meant but was reluctant. “I just want to feel your touch, even if it’s for one night.”

Y/N's hands slowly trailed down his neck to his hard pecs and his eyes wavered momentarily.

“You’re hurt,” he reminded, voice lower. “I can't-” she put her finger to his mouth, shushing him.

“The only thing I can’t take anymore is this distance.”

San swallowed hard and held her wrist, still undecided whether to push her away or not. It was clear that he wanted this as much as she did, but he was afraid of hurting her.

“I thought that’s what you wanted to do in that pool.”

He looked at her firmly, reading if she had any trace of doubt, but when he realized that she was convinced of what she wanted, he brought his body closer to hers so slowly that it left her intoxicated and his hands went to her waist.

His eyes focused on her mouth and he brought their faces closer, leaving her anxious for what was to come.

But San didn't rush things, quite the opposite, still without putting their lips together he ran his nose along the length of Y/N's face from one side to the other, feeling the soft texture of her skin against him, one he had never forgotten.

Y/N sighed and closed her eyes, her hands still on San's chest, and her heart beat even faster when she felt his lips gently touch hers, making her grab his shirt.

San kissed her carefully and affectionately, his warm, wet lips dictated a slow rhythm that indicated he was just savoring and making up for the time they had lost.

San broke the kiss and she was already panting, without the strength to open her eyes, and then he started a new kiss a little faster.

Y/N took the opportunity to bring him closer, pressing their bodies together and made him move, leaning forward, taking his hands from her waist to rest on the bed as their tongues finally met again, thirstier than ever.

Y/N hugged him around the waist with her legs while her hands went to his back, while San took the opportunity to rest his elbows on the mattress so that his body weight wouldn't hurt her.

He treated her like a porcelain doll, fragile to the point of breaking and although she found all that care very cute, it still wasn't what she wanted.

So, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, that useless piece of clothing was just getting in the way anyway, he broke the kiss just so he could take it off while her hands went back to his chest, going down to his abdomen that she stroked.

She felt his skin crawl between her fingers and smiled, now she could see perfectly how much he had worked out over the last few years and she just couldn't stop feeling the texture of his warm skin, as if she could memorize every inch.

"Surprised?" he asked, his husky voice making every hair in Y/N's body stand on end.

She bit her lower lip.

“Not quite the word I would use.”

San laughed softly and brought his face to her neck, where he began to distribute wet, hot kisses, making her rub her hips against his and scratch his abdomen while she closed her eyes.

“There’s someone desperate here.” he confirmed and bit her earlobe, making her squeak softly.

Not because it hurt, but because she liked it. Very much.

“You teased me enough at that party” she replied and he decided to move the kisses to her chin, smiling.

"Thank you love. Red looks great on you too.” He bit her chin as he spoke, now kissing her neck and chest even further. “But I prefer you in that bikini.” He moved the neckline of the dress she was wearing enough to sink his nose between her breasts and her hands automatically went to the back of his head. “Or maybe without it.”

One of San's hands found the end of her dress and began to lift the fabric, he moved his own torso enough to be able to remove the piece from her, which she desperately helped him pass over her own arms.

He took the opportunity to kneel on the bed and observe her in just her underwear, she felt not only her cheeks but her entire body heat up, he looked at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world, enough for her to forget the bruises on her face and body.

He tilted his body to stay on top of her, still without letting all his weight fall on her, he distributed kisses along the entire length of her shoulder while she sighed, she was at his mercy and just wanted to enjoy the caresses he distributed over her skin.

San could do whatever he wanted with her. It could be dangerous, uncertain and even wrong, but she wasn't strong enough to fight it and being there with him, she knew she would be okay.

After years she would finally be where she always dreamed, back in his arms being enveloped by the love he still showed for her, which seemed to be ever greater than the last time.

There with him, sighing and moaning his name, it was as if no time had passed.

[...]

Y/N slowly woke up, her body still hurt and her eyes burned from the brightness of the room. So she brought her hands to her face to rub her eyes.

It was then that noticed she wasn't in the presidential suite, patted the other side of the bed that was empty and remembered the night before.

Taking the sheet that covered her body with her, she sat on the bed, brushing her hair away from her face and at the same moment San came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

She smiled discreetly as she stared at his bare and strong torso, memories of the previous night flooded her mind and her cheeks burned.

She had no reason to be shy, but she really was after what they had done last night.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." San smiled widely and came over to give her a peck.

"Good morning." She replied and he stopped, looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing, it's just that… it's good waking up with you by my side."

She smiled, feeling like a fool in love.

"You say like you never slept with me."

"Well, when we were dating everyone thought we didn't sleep together." he shrugged and sat next to her on the bed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “That we were two inexperienced innocents.”

"That's because no one knew you were a pervert." she replied jokingly and his fingers moved to her shoulder, giving her a nice caress.

"You didn't complain about that pervert." He pouted and she laughed, tilting her head.

"Because I love him." she replied, moving closer to kiss him.

However, before they could make an intense noise of sirens could be heard throughout the hotel.

Y/N pulled away, scared looking around as if she could guess what was happening and San sighed.

"What is that?" she asked more to herself and watched as he got up from the bed.

"I wish I had told you sooner."

She frowned.

"Told what?" asked but San didn't respond immediately, he approached the suitcase that was on top of the armchair in the room and opened it, taking the towel off his waist and leaving himself in just his underwear in front of Y/N who was watching him curiously.

She saw San put on dark pants and then a white t-shirt, which really highlighted his torso, but the shock came when he took off a vest and she felt her jaw drop when she realized it was bulletproof, she knew because she saw the word police written on the front.

Feeling her head spin, she had to put her hand on the bed to keep herself standing, or in this case, sitting.

"San, what is this?" the weak voice asked and he finished putting on his shoe.

"Come with me." he asked and she looked at him confused. "Do you trust me?"

She didn't even need to think about the answer.

"Always."

San approached the bed and reached out to her, Y/N held it and got up from the bed.

He separated his own clothes for her to wear besides her thin dress and she did so, still not understanding what was happening, San made her wear a blazer that looked huge on her but covered most of the bruises on her arm.

He took her out of the room and they took the elevator, she was distressed because San didn't say what was happening even there alone, keeping his hand on her waist and his expression too calm.

She was already internally biting her cheek and when she got out of the elevator she saw that the place was full of police officers, uniformed and armed.

Y/N followed with her gaze a police officer who passed in front of her with a very large gun, hearing San's low laugh that made her continue walking forward.

In the hotel lobby, she was able to get a sense of the situation. Several of Seungho's henchmen were kneeling on the floor with their hands on top of their heads while some of the police officers watched them quite angrily, others walked around the hotel looking for something.

"Detective Choi."

Y/N turned her head so fast it made a noise, San patted her back before reaching out to the approaching police officer.

"Kang." he greeted his colleague, adopting a more serious pose.

"Everything is in order, the evidence and witnesses are being taken now."

San nodded and the officer turned his attention to Y/N. "And Miss-"

"Don't worry, I'll walk her to the police station myself." San spoke firmly as her eyes widened.

Police station? Would she go to the police station?

The police officer nodded and left, leaving San and Y/N alone.

"What is happening?" she asked quietly, and he held her shoulders gently.

"Follow me." she wanted to understand what was happening but his eyes said that everything would be fine and she believed it.

That's why she silently agreed and let San take her outside, towards a black car, he opened the passenger door for her and she got in without question. San got in on the other side and started the car while Y/N put her hands together to play with her fingers, waiting for him to start talking.

“Where do you want me to start?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the street.

Y/N shrugged, laughing lightly.

"You are cop." she confirmed and looked at him, seeing him nod his head.

“When you broke up with me 7 years ago, I knew something was wrong.” he took a deep breath. “I was always convinced that you would never do that to me if you didn't have a very strong reason, we always talked about plans for our future and one night you just didn't want it anymore?” He glanced at her, seeing that she was immersed in the explanation, he continued “The next day, I returned to your house, I was determined to talk to you more calmly but when I arrived at the corner I saw that you were leaving with your bags from home, what surprised me most was the fact that you said goodbye to your mother but you didn't even look at your father's face.”

Y/N took a deep breath. That scene of saying goodbye to her parents was like a blur in her head, the only thing she remembered was that she began to understand the meaning of being alone.

“Your father was your hero, your rock and you simply ignored him before getting into a car that had never been in your house before.”

“It wasn’t the easiest day of my life.” she commented, resting her head on the car seat.

“I know, me either.” San stopped the car at the traffic lights and turned to face her. “That’s why after I saw you driving away in that car, I knocked on the door.”

Y/N's jaw dropped.

"What?"

“Your mother answered, she was devastated but it seemed like she knew I was going to show up, when I walked in… Your father was drinking, he was crying and saying he had destroyed your life.”

Y/N felt her nose itch, indicating that her eyes were about to water.

“I asked them to explain to me what was happening, I don’t know, I wanted to be able to help in some way.” he shrugged and the car started moving again, with San turning his attention to the street again. “Your father told me he bet you on a game, that he was an addict and that he had lost the only thing that mattered. At first I didn’t want to believe it.” he laughed, humorlessly. “That was the script for an Italian mobster movie, but your mother confirmed the version and said they were forced to hand it over to you or else everyone would suffer the consequences.”

She took a deep breath, staring into space.

That was the truth.

She never chose Seungho, she was forced to or he would start killing everyone she loved, starting with her father.

“After a few days of crying like a teenager I was, I went to talk to Hongjoong. His uncle was a police officer and heard the story, he told me who the Kim family was and what Seungho was capable of since at the time he was starting to take over a good part of the west of the city. He told me that there were rumors among the police that he had gone after your father and instigated his addiction to cards because he wanted to have you.” she swallowed. She already knew this version of the story and still reacted the same way. “He had become obsessed with you and had done everything on purpose. I was so angry, I had never felt such hatred as I did that day. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that.”

Y/N looked at him, there was a certain anger in San's words and his jaw was clenched.

“That day I promised myself that I would take revenge, that I would make him pay for everything he had done to you, for stealing your life. Our life.”

San looked at her and smiled sadly.

“And I joined the police, I wanted to do things the right way.” she smiled lightly, it was obvious to her. San was always very correct. “But it wasn’t that easy. I needed to prove to everyone that I was capable, I went through a lot of things in the police to reach the day when I would finally have the opportunity to start investigating the Kim family.”

“And you didn’t deny that chance.” It wasn't a question.

San parked the car and she looked outside, seeing that they were already at the police station, he rested his arm on the steering wheel and turned towards her.

“I couldn’t, we would only have this opportunity to catch him. He didn't know my face, he didn't know who I was, we created a way to bring our team closer to him. And it worked, he believed it.”

She took off her belt and turned to San.

“You already knew you would find me.”

He nodded and held one of her hands, giving it a gentle caress.

“I know it will seem strange but I followed your every step, It was part of the investigation.”

She felt a shiver run down the back of her neck.

“Am I going to be arrested?”

San pressed his lips together in a thin line and brought his hand to caress her face.

“No, you are the main witness in this case, everyone knows that you were just one of his victims. With all the evidence I've gathered, you're all clear. But you need to tell the police everything you know.”

Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach and took a deep breath.

“Okay, if that’s what I have to do to end this story once and for all.” she nodded and he smiled widely at her. “What about last night…”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.

“Well, you don’t need to say.”

She laughed too.

San approached and kissed her forehead, making her sigh.

“I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I thought it was impossible for me to love you more, but I do.” she shrugged and saw his eyes light up, just like they did last night. “If I stayed sane all these years, it was thanks to you.”

San kissed the tip of her nose.

“I would do anything for you, to keep you safe. I love you, Y/N.”

“What about us?”

"Us?" he pretended to think for a moment and she narrowed her eyes, smiling. “I think we still have a lot to make up for.”

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frank x reader where reader is late to stitching up frank because she was on a date and he’s all jealous

You're Late

Summary : You never would have imagine that you would come home from a date to see a bleeding Frank in your apartment. Warnings : mentions of injuries and blood, short make out scene, not proof read bc im very tired Notes : this request is probably one of my favorite ideas and i hope i did it justice lol

One of your coworkers had asked you out, and you said yes. He was sweet guy, and he was pretty cute, too. He took you to a nice Italian restaurant, held the door open and pushed your chair in, all the gentlemanly things he could do. It was a nice date, and a nice night overall.

Your coworker dropped you off at your apartment at the end of the night, promising to text you the next day. You smiled as you watched him walk away, then you turned to unlock your door.

That's when you heard a groan come from inside.

You instantly went on alert, unlocking your door before slipping your keys between your fingers. You slowly twisted the handle and opened the door slowly, slipping in and closing the door quietly behind you.

As you held your breath, you slowly walked further inside your dark apartment.

"You're late."

Frank's gruff voice came from the darkness, making you jump.

"Jesus, Frank. Do you not know how to turn on a light?" You replied, moving to turn on your kitchen light which illuminated most of your small apartment.

Frank was sitting at your dining room table, trying not to bleed all over your floor and table. He had bruises and cuts on his face, but the right sleeve on his shirt was soaked with blood. You guess some of it wasn't his, but most of it was.

You sighed, setting down your bag and kicking off your shoes. You walked over to where you kept your first-aid kit, which was constantly stocked up because of Frank. You also filled a bowl with water, grabbed a towel and placed everything on the table.

"Can you take your shirt off?" You asked as you quickly washed your hands.

"You flirtin' with me, sweetheart?" Frank teased.

"Ha, ha," you replied sarcastically. You dried your hands and walked over to him. "I'm guessing your shoulder is injured?"

"Yep."

"Gunshot?"

"Mhm."

"You're getting predictable, Castle," you joked as you lifted his shirt over his head. He laughed before hissing in pain as he moved his shoulder to get his sleeve off. You mumbled an apology before setting his bloody shirt on the table.

You grabbed the towel, dipped it in water, and started cleaning the blood off his shoulder.

"Where were you?" Frank asked quietly, looking up at you.

"I was on a date. You'd be surprised that I have a life other than stitching you up," you answered.

"With who?"

"A coworker. The bullet is still in there," you said, stepping back to put the now red towel into the bowl of water and open your first-aid kit. "What's with all the questions?"

"It's...nothing."

You looked him up and down, not very convinced but you brushed it off. You grabbed some tweezers and moved back over to him. This time, Frank's hands went to your waist. You stopped for a second, blush spreading across your face, but you continued after a moment.

"This is gonna hurt," you warned before carefully moving the tweezers into the wound. Frank inhaled sharply, his hands gripping your waist tighter.

You carefully pulled the bullet out, dropping it onto the table and pressing one hand against the bleeding wound. You reached over and grabbed the small needle and thread you used to stitch up Frank's wounds.

As you started to stitch up the bullet wound, you noticed how Frank was unusually quiet aside from the soft hisses and sharp inhales he made as you closed up the wound.

Once it was closed, you wrapped it up in gauze and medical tape to make sure it was protected. You moved over to the med-kit, packing it up and putting it back where it belonged.

"So," you started, "why are you so quiet tonight, Frankie?"

"I...it's stupid," he answered quietly.

"Mhm," you hummed, pouring the bowl of bloody water down the sink and ringing out the wet towel. "Now, why do I feel like that's a lie?"

"It's not a lie, sweetheart. It's honestly a stupid reason."

You looked over at him, then it clicked. "Oh, is the big, bad punisher jealous?"

You walked over to Frank, but he stood up which stopped you in your tracks. There wasn't much room between you two, and the tension in the room was thick.

"And if I am?"

He stepped closer, leaving only a few inches between you two. He brought his left hand up, resting it by the nape of your neck. You started to lean in and so did Frank, his hand pulling you closer to him. He tilted his head to the side right before his lips met yours.

His kiss made you feel weightless, and you felt yourself leaning your body into his. His hand ran through your hair. Your hands ran up and down his toned body, landing on his chest when you two pulled away.

"Maybe I should go on dates more often if it means you get all jealous like this," you said, still a little breathless from the kiss.

Frank laughed. "Or you could just go on dates with me."

"Hm, good point. I may need more convincing, though."

"Gladly," Frank said before pulling in for another kiss.

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oh-saints · 1 year

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fight

rúben dias x you

part of the dad!rúben collection

word count: 1.6k

tw: endometriosis, health issues while pregnant, intrusive paparazis, implied violence

note: hello i'm back from the dead bcs i've absolutely GONE FERAL AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS ashsjklkkjkl but as usual, i happen to write things at dawn so this is certainly not proof-read yet.

similar to any other parents, the moment you and rúben found out you're pregnant sent you both to the moon. for you, it was definitely topping your list of "best moment of my life" by far. and for rúben, it was up there somewhere with the feeling of winning the premier league and the feeling when you walked down the aisle, looking regal in white only for him.

but probably more meaningful for you and rúben because in all honesty, you've been trying to have a baby for almost 2 years now.

your earlier issue with endometriosis didn't allow you to naturally conceive as easy as other wives and girlfriends of rúben's teammates, or as any other healthy women in general. you were actually at the brink of giving up and were actively discussing adoption with your husband, who is nothing more than supportive at the decision, bless him.

rúben being himself, though, had a way of predicting the future. that's your simplified explanation but in professional jargons, one of the reason pep bought him from benefica; his ability to read the game.

your husband suggested for another honeymoon, during the time he was injured, before he'd get swamped with matches again and you'd be busy with the whole adoption procedure. it was a weekend gateway to st barths, a place you both have never been, but the beauty took your breath away. but even more for rúben because goddamn, that man could speak words without actually using words. he's more expressive when his body takes control of the whole speaking thing, and you've never felt so loved and grateful to have found the meaning of love in rúben dias.

and to be loved by him, surely didn't lie. the 2 lines of the test kit stared back at you like they were meant to be taken seriously, like it was supposed to tell you to get a grip of your life instead of gaping so wide at it your mouth could've sucked it in. rúben had to knock on the door to make sure you were alright and didn't slip on anything because you tend to be clumsy—he’d made a habit to check up on you whenever you’re in a bathroom for more than 15 minutes because of your reckless nature.

after endless failed test, you truthfully didn’t know what to do. this kind of result never came to you. so you just opened the door, in hope he’d know what to do—he always does, usually. only to be met by your husband’s concerned face because you didn’t slip on anything but went back outside with an aghast face.

“what’s wrong, coração?”

you handed him the test kit wordlessly, with shaky hands at it.

rúben looked down to see what it was because he’d never actually seen the test kit. you’d always hide in a bathroom and come out shaking your head, and you never let him buy them on his own. why would you—

“what—”

rúben looked up to you and you were already brimming in tears, a silent confirmation he needed. “we’re going to the doctor. now.”

at first, he did it because he wanted to confirm it himself, that the test kit wasn’t lying. but on the second thought, should you be truly pregnant, the purpose of the trip to the hospital was to make sure your pregnancy needs are met and you’ll have a safe and sound journey until you bring the product of rúben’s love for you to the world.

but of course, life being life didn’t give you everything smoothly as expected.

if you want it, earn it kind of life had been rúben’s way of life so when the doctor told you both that you’ll face some dangers throughout the 9-month journey, rúben gained another purpose in life outside football. to flash a fuck you to world, for they can’t let you and rúben have a peaceful moment in life.

rúben made sure to get home early so he’d cook you dinner during your bedrest period on the first trimester, shocking everyone in the etihad perimeter because he always is the first one to come and the last one to leave. he arranges catering for your lunch on top of it all so you don’t have to cook when he’s not home. he flies your mum and his to be there with you on the days he has a match to go to. he keeps a book to track all your craving and blood pressure, as well as a sketchbook for the baby journey “so we can take a look at it again when they’re grown up.”

you and rúben agreed not to let anyone know beside your immediate family the moment you stepped out of the fragile period, as a precaution, having the taste of public eyes first hand. the moment you announce it to the world, your safe space would and should be compromised.

thus, your baggy apparels whenever you come to rúben’s home matches. it wasn’t often, only once a month or only when the big matches are around the corner. the fanbases and fan accounts still talk about your fashion, with coats and cute jackets and everything, and thankfully none of them has noticed your changing preference from high-waist jeans and wool skirts.

but rúben scores a fantastic header and you see no reason not to jump from your seat. you know he’s been working so hard on set pieces and his headers, only now does it pay off. ivan has to remind you to sit down and not overdo yourself because “rúben will kill me if anything happens to you.”

however, the camera catches your celebration and in less than 5 minutes, your phone rings like the world’s ending. well in a way, it is.

everyone called netizens immediately shoots out their fire, on the speculation you might be pregnant. some congratulate you already, some believe your pregnancy is the reason rúben’s scoring and his gigantic performances as of late, some criticizes you, some questions your decision to come to the match like you’re not carrying rúben’s world. your head aches not long after scrolling down the internet that ivan had to submit rúben upstairs to your box instead of you coming down to the tunnel like usual.

your husband crouches in front of you as soon as he sees your deflated figure, eyes closed in resignation. that’s when he knows the intensity level has reached emergency status because he knows you well and he knows you’re strong enough for both of you to make it through a catastrophe—it’s the reason he’s adamant to marry you anyway—so the word fucking hell escaped his mouth before he even realised it himself.

they didn’t say anything as he shared you his tightest hug, the kind you love the most after a tiring day at work. had she said one word about killing those people behind the screen, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. only when you pull away, indicating you’re now good to go home, does rúben let go of you and the issue at hand.

he tells you to head to the car first because he needs to pick up his bag from the locker room. but that decision would hunt him down for life, as he watched you being swarmed and surrounded by reporters on the parking lot, camera shoved up on your face and flashes and clicks blinded your vision that you steps on your own feet and fall down.

the idiots don’t stop harassing her, though.

rúben’s feet had never run faster than that moment. pep might be calling him a deceit for never being able to break sprint records. and thank god he was a footballer, a centre back at that, so pushing and shoving people out of his way is within his job description.

rúben lifts his wife from the ground, and the shattering sound of his heart don’t escape him as he notices you’re in the position to protect their child even when you’re in danger herself from the ambush. he brings this to you, he brings this to you and his child, and rage takes over at the thought they both shouldn’t have suffered this side of rúben’s professional life.

if these brainless fuckers are suing him for collateral damages on the cameras he throw to the asphalt, rúben’s so ready to hire a hitman on each and every head count.

rúben doesn’t see anything else than red and only when he’s done strapping the seatbelt on you, you bring him back to life like natasha romanov brings back hulk to serenity. you hold him by his face, staring him down like he’s not capable of bloodbath until his breaths return to normalcy.

“enough, my love.”

and all the sudden, there was the calm, collected rúben you married 3 years ago. the one who loves you when you brush the strands escaping his perfectly styled hair after the match, so you do it and he rests his head on your palm when you’re done tucking the strands back in and hands now tracing his unshaved stubbles.

even when you’d just been tackled down, you’re the one who saves him. he’s not wrong at all about you being the stronger one for the 3 of you, strong enough for the family you both are building. and with the thought you have to still play death with god later during labour, he can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

“te amo, meu amor,” he brings his head closer to yours to feel his world on his hands. “always and forever.”

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Tuco Salamanca X Y/n (PART 2)

'JEALOUSY // NSFW'

THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:

-may not follow the plot for Bcs

- nsfw/fluff

-(Fem reader)

"Don't read if your a sensitive fuck"

Enjoy 😋

You wake up,well you were already awake when rising up at 5am when the sun began to shine through your bedroom window apartment, you couldn't sleep a wink that night, that night you were begging that all of last night was a dream and that didn't happen, during that night,, you called and called, no answer from Domingo,, having to quit your job last minute..You were foundering all night even such as throwing up to not experience todays monumental events...

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After being exhausted of just worrying all day and night,, you finally got yourself together, you went to make one of the strongest coffee you ever had because you thought maybe you would of needed it for today.

Y/n entered the kitchen from now exiting your bedroom. You walk over and...Your heart stirred, sending an eerie feeling to your stomach making you almost break out to tears over a single sheet of paper..

A single sheet off paper on your kitchen counter that says "El Michoacáno. At 1pm .."

You were up all night and HEARD NOTHING. How?? When?? maybe you should tell someone..No you can't! You would get ...You are now involved.

12:20am y/n preparing to brace yourself and mentally preparing herself. Your mind about to erupt from all of the stress from one day. You tried to call Domingo again, again, again and again...No answer.

"FUCK!" You gave up it's almost time and you should probably get there early to not piss him off..

Y/n got up and wore dark blue jeans and a white tank top, nothing too much for something involving drugs. By now it's 12:40am getting ready with your hair down and everything, you looked good..way too good..

You were gonna be late,,you got into your car and drove there in a hurry, probably going over the speed limit but you were deemed that you would make it on time.

1:03pm

You got there,,you wouldn't of ever expected that this little Mexican shop was involved with drugs. you checked your time and you saw that you were 3 minutes late, you thought to yourself even if your gonna die today, no one would ever care so what was the point. You got brought over a small notebook and a pen if he wanted you to do some kind of job. When arriving there you pulled up to the restaurant and to be expected, there he was,, there, leaning against the windows that lay across the restaurant, him whom you don't know the name of smoking a cigarette, honestly you found that kinda hot,, seeing the colour he was wearing capturing your eye suited his quite well.

Parking in the parking lot across from his car you noticed it was his ,the only car there,, both of you guys made eye contact, making him taking a last puff of the cigarette and stubbing it against the ground. You exited from the car and now in hand your small notebook and pen walking towards him.

He blew the remaining smoke from the cigarette in your face when you winced "Cough,Cough".

"Your late." he said in annoyance looking at you digging his dark brown eyes into you.

"Yeah, s-sorry there was traffic" you weren't lying the traffic was pretty heavy, you said this all whilst your anxiety started to build up clenching onto the notebook you brought.

He just stared blanky at you, you predicted he did this to detect if you are lying or not, in silence, his gaze shifted to the notebook you were holding, He snatched it from your hands and went through it, you stood there in awkwardness.

"What the fuck is this!" He said going through the pages.

"it's my notebook..I thought maybe I would need it if I'm being an accountant.." you questioned yourself.

He walked over to the bin beside him and threw it in there, you were angry but you knew you couldn't do anything to stop him.

"You won't need any of that sissy shit! you count the money and total it."

His gaze struck back at you,, getting closer to your face.

"Don't fuck this up."

You nodded..

His words replayed in your head over and over again, he walked in first, making you follow behind him, opening the door to the sound of ringing bells, the ringing echoed in your ears.

You looked around, it looked empty no one there but a cook which looked warned by the entrance of me and him. He took the first seat and you stood in question wondering were your supposed to go..?

"Sit." He said keeping his eye on you.

You took the seat he told you to go on, you and your thoughts alone wondering how this day will go on, you and your thoughts snap to the sound of his voice again.

"I give you the money, you count it ,put it in the bag besides you, easy." giving you insurance he said.

Saying this, the first guy walks in, turning your bosses stare to a tall covered guy in tattoos, pants to his waist, you get the idea. He seemed like he knew what to do, he sat down across from us in a slouching position getting the money from his pocket and passing it on to your now boss.

which then he passes to you, keeping his glare onto the guy,

You stumble to get off the rubber band off the vast sum of money in your hands , you swallow the lump in your throat and count the money.

Interrupting you when counting making you look up to the direction of the sound.

"It's all there" the all tattoo man said giving a nodd to your boss.

"let . Her . Count." Your partner said to the man giving him a burning eyes to not disturb you. The man looked you up and down, you could tell he was blaming you for getting shouted at.

You turned your attention back onto the money you have in your hands,, counting it"£2,000" You said whilst putting back the rubber band around the vast of money and tossing it in the bag besides you.

Even though you've done your job, your partner hasn't, he keeps his gaze onto the man until the man gets up from his chair to face both of us.

"Tuco" the tattoo man nods at him to show respect "miss" he nods at you too and ran out of that restaurant. You felt superior..It felt good to be respected, but that was the lease of your concerns, your boss names is actually Tuco..you didn't expect Tuco to be his name. But it worked, you loved the name Tuco, it rolled on the tongue. After that tattoo guy left you sneaked a peak at 'Tuco' You thought maybe he wasn't so bad..He never actually physically hurt you so you thought maybe it would be okay to stay like this for a bit..

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After meeting with alot of people and counting the sum of money,, you could feel the tension slowly rise low between you and Tuco, you felt like you were protected, like you were under his devil wings.But now its 8pm of meeting with his men, you were exhausted because you didn't get any sleep today,, watching Tuco work and how intense he can make a person feel actually fascinated you. But now it time to end the day, you got up from your chair and grabbed the bag besides you and zipped it up.

Tuco still in his seat, "What's the total" he said in a calm voice also getting up from his chair. Of course you were keeping up, you couldn't disappoint him on the first day.

"£413,000" You said with a relief, this is more you would make form a year from your previous job, it felt good saying that number, the sudden thrush of doing criminal activities felt good to you, like a break of routine for once.

Tuco takes the bag and carried it by hand, you tuck in your chair and follow him out, just about to get the keys from your pocket he says "You better be fucking right about the sum, because I'm checking it tonight" He said to you turning his back to face his car then to face you again standing there hopelessly "Same time tomorrow" Tuco said giving you chills to the thought.

And he drove off, you watched him leave, your belief in him died after he spoke thoes words yo, started to re-think if you actually did count the money right. You dove home that day and went straight to sleep not even to take a shower or anything, you were so tired you just needed a rest from everyone.

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The next day you woke up at about 10am you were exhausted, you needed that sleep after last nights work at the restaurant, now that you know how's the day gonna run out, you were totally ready for it, and got ready today with your hair down and wearing short denim shorts which did show a little ass, but it was way too fucking hot working in that restaurant, and wore your white tank top,, and made your way to the restaurant, seeing as there was no 'paper with a note' you suggest you were right about the total of the money last night.

You made your way to the restaurant, you see there was no Tuco waiting for you on the window, you felt kinda disappointed actually since you actually did make it on time this time. But made you way inside to the restaurant, the bell rang and rang and you turned your attention to a man in red talking to the restaurant cook,buying food, but did not pay. You suggested maybe your second boss..? The man turned around and checked you out,,

"Hello..?" You said to the man wondering if he was gonna say something first. He walked towards you.

"Your 'y/n' right" he raised his eyebrows. You nodded to his question. The man looked confused, "I didn't expect someone like you" he said looking you up and down again. You thought maybe he was expecting a druggy..

He took the first seat first after grabbing his drink he ordered, sat where Tuco is supposed to sit and you follow along. "Tuco isn't in today, so it's just us, you want anything to drink or..?" He said

"no no I'm fine thank you." Humbling yourself you noticed this guy somewhere before, he seemed so relaxed you could feel like you could genuinely have a conversation with him without any crazy outbursts.

"I've met you before, you seem familiar" you pitched to the guy.

"I don't think so." He seems kinda of cautious now seeing that you rembember him from somewhere.

"Oh yeahh, You work in that fabric shop near here right" your brain clicked to that memory of you and Domingo getting you a new installation for the seats,, kind of brought up a bad memorie.

"Oh yeah, Your Domingo's Chick right" he exclaimed, noticing the situation you were in it, he changed his mood. But before that could happen the Jingles of the bell rang, welcoming the first person to walk in to meet with us.

This routine was like yesterday's but without any tension, after the guy left you and your partner would make up random conversation between us and learn more things about each other, like his name Nacho, you guys were getting along.

It's time to pack up now (8pm) you gave him the total amount of the cash, "317,000" he chuckled to you, You looked up to face him and smiled to his contagious laugh, "Your like a human calculator" he said again before crossing his arms "how?" He questioned whilst you were zipping up the bag full of money, you chuckled to his response. "Well it's bec-".

The giggle of the bells rang, you and Nacho both face toward the door to see who would come in at this time of night,, Tuco. He seemed pissed,, high off drugs due to his dilated pupil. His laugh entered the room again his demonic laugh, you looked at Nacho seemed he didn't expect him to show up. "You guys seemed to be having a good time, why isn't anyone laughing anymore?" Tuco sarcastic smile faded to a serious one, You were thinking maybe today is the day you die.. Tuco turned to Nacho and gave him a look he won't forget "Leave." Tuco said to Nacho. Nacho giving you a look then taking his exit.

Tucos attention turned to you, his eyes sawing into you made you back up on the side of the table, Tuco walking towards you, pretty close to your face.

"So, what were you guys talking about." he look inside your eyes, through your soul.

"N-nothing" you replied feeling the fear grow bigger inside of you.

Tuco grabbed you hair with one hand making you face to face with Tuco, You flinched to the feeling of his hands against you,,"Don't fucking lie to me, why are you in a bad mood, did you want Nacho to fuck you or something," He said in a confident tone.

"Are you fucking crazy!" You said to the accusation of something like that. It went silent for a good minute of just intense eye contact. he forcefully gabbed your jaw whilst also holding your hair in place, and out of no where, both of your lips intertwined with each other, your eyes widen to the kiss, you didn't expect such soft lips from Tuco, both of your guys tongues met with each other that night, his grasp of your hair slowly letting go of your hair and placed on the table you where arching into, you were loosing breathe, you started to punch Tucos chest to get him of you, and the kiss broke.

"Tuco!" You were in shock, panting away. You didn't expect something like this from Tuco. He said nothing but just looked like he was hungry for more, you couldn't lie this was pretty fucking hot. He looked at you then took a peak at his jeans which was obvious that he had a boner,, in a soft voice that sounded desperate that you didn't want to do any of this, "Tuco..please" you said to him begging for mercy.

He forcefully man-handled you against the table, you winced to the roughness you were now facing away from him, Tuco against the back of you turned you on, but you knew you were scared, "Tuco.. Somewhere els-" before finishing your sentence his hand forced your head against the table, along with forcefully lifting your hips higher into the air.

The sound of his belt unbuckling sent waves to you brain, His hand running down your back to the waits line of your shorts and unbuttoning them bit by bit, You were exposed, knowing you couldn't do anything, "Joder..hermoso culo" (fuck.. beautiful ass) In his strong Spanish accent, as well as Slapping you ass, you released a scream to the aggressiveness of the slap, pulling your underwear down, he giggled with excitement, his dick slapping against your ass "fucking bitch" he groaned out.

The tip of his penis entering in. You moaned to how unprepared you were, suddenly he fully thirst into you, fully submerged. You muffled your moans with biting onto your hand. "Fuckkk,, Baby relaxed" his hands on your waist pulling you towards him to bring you closer. The feeling of his penis entering awakened you. He started to thrust in and out, you could feel your legs start to weaken. His groans getting louder with each thrust, "Who's my bitch" he said in a panting voice, as you were trying your best to let out your moans saying nothing. He grabbed your hair again, making your arch into his thrusts. And let out the moan you were keeping in, "I said who's my bitch!" Taking a bite of your neck leaving a pretty mark.

"M-me" you said in your stuttering voice, you were close and you could also feel Tuco member grow bigger inside of you, "TUCOO" you screamed his name as he started to quicken up his pace and thrust into you relentlessly, He was close whispering your name "y/n.." in a groan. And before He came he took it out and released himself onto your ass, The room was filled with moans from y/n and Grunts from Tuco.

When Tuco finished he buckled his trousers up and went out for a cigarette. Giving you time to get yourself together. Walking in again Tuco said

"C'mon, I'll take you home." You thought again in such a shaky state you were in you didn't want to drive tonight..You nodded to his response and followed along. The whole ride you fell asleep to the Mexican music playing on the radio.

He dropped you off at your apartment, You were glad you didn't drive because you wouldn't of made it through.."See you next week" he said to you before zooming off. The thought of meeting him again made you feel confused with emotions. But all you needed right now was a shower and some sleep...

[I'm so sorry for how long you guys had to wait for this, but I was pretty busy with my studies, but we made it through!! // Also wanted to say when this gets posted, it will be said 'posted 6 days ago' But that was just my mistake, but was actually posted on the 26/2/24. So YEAH! thank you and please let me know if you want to see more of this, and maybe turn it into a series.]

#bcs #breaking bad #brba #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #tuco salamanca #tuco salamanca x reader #walter white #fanfic #y/n #saul goodman #better call saul #brbabcs

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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parents weekend | xavier thorpe

xavier thorpe x addams!fem reader

synopsis: you introduce xavier to your parents morticia and gomez and your brother pugsley.

wc: 0.7k

warnings/content: a lot of "morbidity" bc it's the addams family (duh.), fluff between r and xavier, wednesday being ignorant asl, r goes by the nickname 'scoffy'

a/n: i am currently rewatching wednesday and it has got to be one of the best netflix shows i've ever seen. and i'm sure i speak for a lot of people when i say ✨xavier thorpe✨. so this is just a little drabble that's almost long enough to be a blurb. enjoy!

"babe!" xavier groans as you attempt to drag him out of his dorm. parents weekend is today, and your parents and brother will be here any minute. by now, you'd predicted wednesday is already waiting at the quad with enid. "baby, what if your parents don't like me?"

you stop dead in your tracks in disbelief. you slowly turn to face your boyfriend with eyes wider than saucepans. "how could you say that?"

"well, wednesday already despises me. about damn time your parents do too," xavier shrugs. "no thorpe goes with an addams, you know that."

"so what? you're saying we won't do well together because of some stupid family tradition?" you scoff. you've always been the first to scoff at tradition, excluding the addams family values, of course. because of that, your nickname had always been scoffy addams. as much as you wish it'd disappear, you can't lie to yourself that that name had grown on you, and you'd grown to embrace it. alas, it was uncle fester that had given it to you.

"i'm just saying!" xavier chuckles. "your parents are gomez and morticia addams. your sister's wednesday addams. it's quite overwhelming for me."

"you forgot pugsley," you joke. "listen, xav, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. as scary as my parents may be, they are absolute sweethearts. i talk to them about you on my crystal ball every week. they already love you."

that helped release the tension xavier had been carrying on his shoulders, but just a tiny bit. it also helped him gain more confidence in himself to meet your parents for the very first time. "really?" xavier raises an eyebrow. "what'd you tell 'em?"

"oh, just... what a phenomenal painter and an even phenomenal boyfriend you are." you shut the front door to xavier's dorm and walk with him down the stairs.

"i thought you'd tell them i'm a horrific painter or some shit." xavier quips.

"i'm not wednesday. i think you're phenomenal. literally." you compliment. xavier's cheeks gush red as you step foot into the quad, skimming your eyes through the crowd, looking for your parents, or even wednesday.

"hey, y/n!" bianca barclay approaches you, smiling. as hateful as bianca can be towards your sister, she still finds you tolerable, same goes for you as well. "looking for your parents? they're on the opposite side of the fountain."

"thanks, bianca." you grin, before walking with xavier, slowly approaching gomez and morticia.

gomez gasps at the sight of you as you let go of your grip on xavier's arm. "there you are, my little puke pie! oh, i missed you so much!" your dad pulls you in for a kiss on the cheek. you'd always loved your dad's kisses. pugsley grins and pulls you in for a hug immediately after.

"i missed you too, pugs. hi, mom." you smile at morticia, who had a proud smile on her face as she sends air kisses a few feet away from you, as she normally does.

"hello, scoffy," morticia beams. "i hope you've been enjoying nevermore. have you been checking on your little sister since she enrolled?"

"of course, mother," you nod. "anyways, i'd love for you to meet my boyfriend, xavier." you gently shove xavier forward towards your parents.

"is this the boy we're convincing on making an official addams?" morticia simpers. "hello, dear boy."

"hello, mr. and mrs. addams," xavier smiles, nodding at them. you introduce him to pugsley as well. "hey, pugsley." your little brother waves shyly at xavier.

"xavier addams, huh?" you nudge at xavier's ribs playfully.

"well, anything's better than thorpe." he shrugs.

"ooh, ooh! what if it's the opposite?" gomez laughs. "what if—"

"scoffy takes xavier's last name." morticia finishes gomez's sentence. gomez nods excitedly.

"y/n thorpe?" i chuckle. xavier shrugs his shoulders again, a wide grin on his face.

"addams-thorpe," gomez adds. "scoffy addams-thorpe. or scoffy thorpe-addams. whatever works for you, my little stink bug."

"that would be horrific and make me want to slice my ears off," wednesday's blank voice joins the conversation. "hello, mother. father. pugsley. scoffy. xavier." wednesday's voice dropped ten times colder when she greeted xavier.

"wednesday." xavier reciprocates.

"i suggest scoffy doesn't take the thorpe name at all. a woman should always make a name for herself, not take somebody else's," wednesday lectures, before staring into your soul. "good on you that mother and father have already made you a name."

you groan before muttering to xavier under your breath. "here we go again."

#xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #wednesday #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fluff

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bonkwosher · 1 year

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Full Boyle - Yandere!Charles Boyle x GN!Reader

A/N: It's funny because I got a very similar Wesker request. Also I've decided to start just quoting the request & pinging the requester when they aren't anonymous bc this is more aesthetically pleasing :)

Request/Prompt: hello!! :) could i please request yandere!charles boyle x reader? maybe reader is a new detective in the 99 and is a lot younger than boyle, but he knows reader is ‘the one.’ maybe he ends up kidnapping them or going full-Boyle, thinking he wouldn’t have a chance with them otherwise. thank you so much! i can’t wait to read it and also make a rosa request! ❤️ - @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Contains: Yandere dark shit (Obviously), age gap (LEGAL), early Brooklyn Nine-Nine time (Late S1?)

The officers had all gathered, talking about what they thought the new recruit would be like. Scully & Hitchcock expressed their desire for it to be another older man to join their duo.

"There is no way they are going to hire another old-timer," Peralta joked.

"I want another woman here, I can't deal with Jake being gross for one more second," Amy spoke up.

"You're right Amy, another woman here would be cool," Jake joked suggestively.

"Okay, that's disgusting."

The group paused as they heard Captain Holt talking. He was personally showing you around the precinct. He arrived at your new desk, across from Boyle's, & turned to the team.

"Why is everyone staring?" Holt asked with the same deadpan look he always had.

"Are they the new recruit?" Amy asked excitedly.

Holt nudged you to introduce yourself, "Hello everyone! I am Y/N L/N, I'm fresh out of the academy & I am the new recruit!"

Everyone got excited & the group began introducing themselves to you. You thought you had met everyone but your new captain was looking around, seemingly confused.

"Where is Boyle?"

"He was just here, right next to me," Jake spoke up.

"Well, he'll introduce himself whenever he comes back. Welcome to the precinct, Y/N. Come with me to my office, I'll get you your first case."

The truth is, Boyle left because he was absolutely awestruck. He was too afraid to talk to you, you captured his heart without even saying a word to him. His heart was racing & he was blushing hard.

Over the next couple of months, Boyle managed to talk to you. Jake definitely noticed the crush & tried to set you two up. Possibly a coincidence, likely somehow Jake's fault, but you were constantly paired up with Boyle. He took note of your preferred morning beverage & snacks, being sure to bring you some when you forgot. You grew to like his weird quirks & your laugh was like music to Boyle's ears. You actually started to get a crush on your dork of a coworker. Everything seemed completely fine... well.

Boyle pulled Jake away from his conversation with Amy & into the men's restroom, insisting it was urgent. He checked under each stall as Jake stood with his arms crossed, completely confused.

"Boyle, what is going on?"

Once the coast was clear, Boyle grabbed onto Jake's shoulders, "Jake, I messed up!"

"What do you mean?"

"I went Full Boyle!"

Jake let out a laugh, "Oh come on, Boyle. That's nothing new, this could have waited. Welp, we're here anyways, what did ya' do?"

Boyle fidgeted with his hands, he decided to tell the truth.

You showed up just on time, you usually preferred to show up fifteen minutes early to events but considering this was a one-on-one dinner at your crush's house... you decided to be predictable. You knocked at the door & it opened almost immediately like he was waiting for you to knock. Boyle looked you up & down quickly, jaw dropped.

"You look amazing, Y/N! Come on in," he made room for you to walk past him.

You blushed as the man guided you to the kitchen table. It was set up very romantically with roses. You were shocked to say the least, the two of you were supposedly just having a casual dinner.

"What's all this?"

"Only the best for you, Y/N. Speaking of, I'll go get the food! Please, have a seat," Boyle pulled a chair out for you as you spoke.

Once you sat down, Boyle headed to the kitchen & returned with two plates of beautiful food.

He set a plate in front of you first, "Please, dig in."

You happily obliged him & began eating the food. It tasted even better than it looked. Boyle almost forgot to eat, addicted to your reactions to something he worked so hard to give you. As the food slowly but surely dwindled & the wine disappeared from your glass, Boyle's confidence grew. He decided it was time.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You looked up, cheeks rosy from the wine.

His eyes softened, his brain pulled to other thoughts, "I love you."

You were taken aback. You liked the man, yes, but this was a jump. You thought he might like you, but love you? That's a lot. Maybe he misspoke? Well, you do like him... maybe just roll with it?

"I'm sorry," Boyle spoke, dragging you from your thoughts, you hadn't noticed your weird expression as you thought about the topic at hand.

"No, Charles, it's okay. I-" You began.

"No, I'm sorry. Let me get you more wine."

Boyle took your glass & returned to the safe space that was his kitchen. In a moment of anxiety, he made a stupid decision. He couldn't lose you, not over some slip-up. You weren't leaving. He grabbed some NyQuil from the cabinet & poured it into your wine before returning to the table. He set your glass down in front of you before sitting back down. You awkwardly grabbed the glass & swirled it a little bit.

"Look, Boyle," you spoke slowly, trying to find the right words, "Love is a strong word, but hey, I do like you a lot."

Boyle's eyes widened. He misread the situation. It was too late to stop you, the glass touching your lips the moment you finished speaking.

You shook your head, adjusting to the new taste, "Was that the same bottle? That tasted... different?"

"Oh yeah, it was, um, heavier on the grapes?"

"Huh, that is odd," you were already feeling drowsy from the sheer amount of sleep meds, "I feel... off."

Your worst fears flooded your mind. Did Boyle drug you to take advantage of you? He wouldn't do that, would he?

"I should get home- before I get you sick," you struggled to come up with a believable excuse.

"Oh, nonsense," the man across from you stammered, quickly minimizing the distance between you, "You should lay down if you feel weird though. Would you prefer the couch or my bed?"

Poor guy didn't mean to make the situation worse, he just wanted to go back in time right now. You pulled away from Boyle's embrace, really only scaring him more.

"No, I should just take an uber home. This feels really bad. I don't want to be a burden. Plus, work tomorrow!" You were rambling at this point.

"Y/N, please, just lay down on the couch. I can make you some soup or get you some medicine!"

"Boyle, I want to go home," You head was spinning, staying awake becoming a difficult task.

"Y/N, please-" Boyle tried to grab your arm.

As you ripped away from his grasp, you fell back. Your head hit the floor, it wasn't a big hit. It was enough to daze you though. You looked up at Boyle before finally losing the fight against sleep. You were now out cold on the floor of Boyle's hallway.

Boyle paused as he noticed how crazy he looked, "Nothing- It's nothing."

"Oh come on man, I know how bad you can be. It's not like you kidnaped Y/N or-"

Boyle let out an obnoxiously fake laugh, "No, I wouldn't do that."

"Boyle," Jake now sounded serious, he saw through the laugh.

"What?"

"You did not."

"I didn't," Boyle nodded.

"Don't lie to me, Boyle."

"Who, me? I could never lie! Ring ring ring! Woah, is that my phone?" Boyle laughed awkwardly before running out of the room.

Later that day, Captain Holt stepped out of his office. He looked around for a moment, silently, gaining Amy's interest.

"What is it, Captain?" She asked.

"Oh, Y/N just didn't call in for work. I was checking if they just forgot to clock in & were here all along."

A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long, I have been busy with school, other requests, & being too drained to write. I finally did it! I hope it lived up to expectations!

#brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn 99 #charles boyle x reader #charles boyle #full boyle #yandere #x reader #request #requests are open #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral

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princesslocket · 11 months

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rolls in HAPPY PRIDE MONTH now do some pride head canons for your 2 fav ships. any of them lol rolls out

🌈 Happy Pride Month to you & everyone as well! It's gonna be an awesome June 🥳

And any ship you say?!

Well... Not sure if this counts as "cheating" since the characters for this first ship are my own and can be taken as "canon" but since nothing is set in stone yet...

Angel is heavily implied to be a lesbian (with a hard preference towards a single girl named Locket lol)

She shows love through actions instead of words: tending to Locket's wounds, secretly gifting Locket useful items when no one else is looking, and other mundane things that could easily be misinterpreted as Angel trying to gain an upperhand (because hardly anyone has ever been able to predict Angel's true motives)

And while I'm constantly reworking Locket's identity to better fit her original story. She's mostly depicted as a demiromantic asexual

Love is hard for Locket. She can get real distant if someone starts taking taking a heavy interest in her (romantic or platonic)

Which is why she gets practically abandons Angel after coming to terms with her own romantic feelings towards her. Locket claims the reason she teams up with Zoe is because she wants to continue their revolution but really, she's just running from gay thoughts XD

And in case anyone was wondering what Locket & Angel looked like... Behold my girlies!!! ((Got this art as a commission from the incredible MilkyBiscuits on DeviantArt way back in 2019 ;w;///)))

As for the second ship- Ik I don't talk/post about as often anymore but Siscooza will forever remain a big fav in my heart!!! Idk if I shared any pride headcanons for them before but if I haven't then you're in for a treat <3

Always been in love with the idea of Cuza being pan and Sisco is a biromantic asexual

For Sisco, I lowkey feel like he started to develop a crush on Cuza several months after they started rooming together. And then spent a good year in total denial about it because he really didn't want to be held down by lovey-dovey feelings until Kristina pulled him aside to have a heart-to-heart about their views on love and the future of BC Sol.

Don't tell Sisco but Kristina hadn't originally planned to discuss anything along the lines of love with him- The poor guy just started ranting about the acrobat when his name was brought up and Kristina just went along with it because she could tell he needed someone to confide in so she let him talk

As for Cuza, surprisingly enough, he fell in love slowly. Like, he knew he had some kind of feelings towards Sisco but never acted on them- He just went with the flow and allowed his feelings to develop over time.

#thank you so much for this!#ozrockbitway #happy pride month #omp this was a lot of fun #never really thought about sharing these before #it was nice #locket talks #langel #siscooza #gif #art by op #ocs #my ocs #locket cantu #angel wings #sisco karlisle #cuza ackermann

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skyhawkstragedy · 2 years

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okay this is gonna bite me in the ass but I did this after watching interviews, obviously nothing's set in stone but I kinda wanted to do this before everyone's political views are put on blast and the death threats start to fly so POLITICS ASIDE, this is what I think:

(as always, shoutouts to @nerdphobic for the tier template)

Taylor: I'm sorry but she is too good to be true. Her overall vibe in the interviews gave me Tiffany but better, and y'all are hyping her so much that I feel like she's gonna get eaten ALIVE by the tag if she gives 90% of what she can give. I like her energy though, so she goes on S tier.

Marvin: I am basing this on energy alone and he just looks like a guy who's loving life. I can tell that he's never watched the show bc he seemed very confused during the interview, it kinda gave me Derek X but in a different way, idk we'll see what happens in premiere night

Monte: ngl I like his vibe too! I think he might be my winner's pick. I'm usually wrong but then again I thought Xavier was going to perform extremely well last season and he won.

Paloma: why do i like this girl why do i like this girl why do i like this girl-

But for real, I've always started to gravitate towards the youngest HG in recent seasons bc they represent a future generation and they're the blankest slate, so there's more potential to be had. I have the same feeling about her that I have about BB20 Haleigh and BB23 Hannah so we'll see if she continues the trend. She might make it into legend status in the near future. Go maknae line!

Michael: I really like him but he gives off "insert HG is a superfan they should know what they're doing bc they've seen the show a lot" energy 😂 I feel like he's the Azah of the season tbh

Ameerah: ngl I thought she was gonna be too good to be true too but I really like her!

Indy: I was gonna put her on MOR bc she seemed checked out and a lot of her answers were pretty generic but then she grabbed my attention when her answer for the first question was basically "I would do this for now but I won't know until I get into the house" which is the CORRECT ANSWER BTW. You can't exactly predict what's gonna happen in the house until you actually get in the house. We thought BB23 was gonna have some drama and aside from the first three weeks and Kyland's eviction, it was a giant party 24/7.

Brittany: I don't know, I feel like she's gonna be a more crackheaded Sarah Beth 😂

Daniel: I thought his background was interesting but his answers were pretty generic and his vibe was inhibited... idk maybe he'll improve.

Matt Turner or whatever: Same as Daniel tbh, kinda boring, he also looks like McCrae which I did not appreciate, we'll just see what happens

Jasmine: I'm just getting the feeling that she's trying to be another BB21 Jessica but she just had a unique vibe to her that Jasmine doesn't have, I'm sorry. We'll see what happens though, I think there's a lot more to her that she can give in the house.

Nicole: She seems nice, but also seems a bit boring. Also the near deification that Derrick gets is annoying, like I get it, he's a winner but to me that's all he is. also i think she might be our only AAPI representation and if she is i'm scareddddddddd

Kyle: Yeah this guy deserves his own tier. When I said he was a Brottie love child I MEANT THAT SHIT, and I'm not sure that's a good thing - a guy with Brett's level of cringe but could possibly play like Scottie, I AM TERRIFIED YOUR HONOR 💀 But seriously why is he here? He already has a huge following on Tiktok. He doesn't need this show. Him getting onto the show with the political views that the tag has shown him to have is going to be a mental health catastrophe. I'm not rooting for him, but I hope he's okay after this.

Terrance: Eh. He seems very wishy-washy. Next.

Alyssa: She gives me Angela vibes. Enough said.

Pooch: NO. JUST NO. Like this guy already reminds me of a mix of Brent and Enzo and they were both at high levels of irritating. If he's a first boot I wouldn't miss him. Knowing the typical trajectory of BB though, he won't.

All right, let's see if y'all will still like me come tomorrow

#bb24 #also other than the nauseating Derrick love I appreciate that there's a lot of random choices for fave HGs #liking Rockstar Christie and Tyler is a random crop #+ Brett and Dan being mentioned in the same tier #this is gonna be a weird season

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aly-writes · 2 years

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hi hi, if youre still taking requests (i wanted to ask bc ik u have very specific rules for sh) if i could request a one shot for sangwook feeling insecure abt his burn scars, maybe one of the others said smthn abt them, so reader shows him their old sh scars as like solidarity, 'we all have smthn going on' kinda thing🥺 bonding moment

this request is super cute and comforting, i'd be very happy to write it for you anon<3 sorry for the wait, lot's has been going on, but i'm glad i was finally able to get to this. i hope it lives up to your expectations!

word count: 1,774

warnings: mentions of self-harm, lots of mentions of self-harm scars, mentions of suicide and past suicidal tendencies, a little bit of comfort at the end

silent solidarities — pyeon sangwook

If there was one thing you learned from your stay in the green home, it was that everyone had something going on in their lives. The problems varied. It could be considered something low on the scale, such as not being able to afford an extra pack of their favorite treat. On the other hand, it could be something much more serious. Financial issues, mental health issues… the list could go on. Either way, it didn’t matter. No matter the seriousness of the issue, if it negatively affected somebody, it was worth taking a look at.

You liked to help people with their problems. Maybe—just maybe—it was because you understood the struggle of not having anyone to rely on. Feeling like you’re alone with no one to turn to. Thinking your issues were a burden, something that was up to you to carry by yourself and only yourself.

The few residents that remained in the green home thought that you were a beacon of hope. You were someone that they could vent their frustrations to when needed. You were a great listener, they all agreed on that. You were always so understanding and positive, it was almost like you weren’t even close to experiencing the stress that they did.

You helped with dinner, you did daily check-ups on those that would welcome them, and most importantly of all, you were a friend to anybody who needed one. And that was why you couldn’t leave Sangwook alone at dinner for the second week in a row.

Most of the other residents didn’t want to be around him. He was intimidating—you could understand that. It was natural to be scared after watching a man brutally murder another man with nothing but a hammer. Despite these common fears among the group, you knew he wasn’t as bad as they presumed. Call it a hunch.

Initially, you were only going to bring him his dinner and move along. He wasn’t one for talking and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. It was a surprise to many when he decided to show up and get his own dinner for once. You gave him a friendly smile and served up the food as he straggled behind the rest of the line.

Everything was going smoothly. At least, it was. A single comment was what made him turn around and go to his normal spot. Away from everyone else. Alone.

“Look at those scars, isn’t he aware that they can scare people?”

The comment came from one of the residents. Son Hyein, to be exact. She had a knack for gossiping and could never keep her mouth sealed when it mattered most. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes, and were about to go on with cleaning up the meal like normal.

But as you glanced up at Sangwook, you saw how his head tilted towards the ground. His feet were dragging just a little more than they usually were, and his shoulders were just a tad too tense. You were sure that people made comments about his scars before. They were such a prominent feature, after all. But that doesn’t mean that the occasional comment can’t get into his head.

You sighed softly, turning to Yuri and letting her know that you wouldn’t be able to help her clean up today. She thanked you for letting her know, and before you knew it, you were out the door. Following in Sangwook’s exact footsteps.

It didn’t take you long to find him. He was in his usual spot as you had predicted. Back leaning against the wall, his tray of food resting next to him. His head was down and his hair was covering his face. If you looked closely enough, you could almost see his eyebrows pinched together and his lips twitching downward.

You kept your footsteps as quiet as possible until you reached the spot next to him, sliding down the side of the wall. The only thing keeping your shoulders apart was the tray of food between you.

The atmosphere was quiet. It wasn’t tense, nor was it completely comfortable. Just quiet. There wasn’t a single word said between the two of you, and for a moment, you weren’t entirely sure if he had even noticed your presence. But that thought was irrational, you knew that he had, so you finally spoke up.

“Are you okay?”

It was a simple question. One asked so often, in fact, that most people had automatically come up with their own default answer. More often than not, it was a lie. Similar to the classic, ‘How are you?’ Most of the population would respond with a response that goes along the lines of, ‘I’m good, how are you?’

More often than not, these specified people were not doing good. But it was programmed into their brains to say that they were. That’s why you were expecting the answer that you received, his gravelly voice responding with a simple:

“I’m fine.”

You knew his tone all too well. It was the same one you used in the past, the one that you would muster up when someone was annoying you about your condition and you just wanted to be left alone. But if there was anything you had learned over your healing process, it was that things turned out better if you had company.

You didn’t want to force him to say anything, but you had some experience of your own when it came to the topic of insecurities. With a soft sigh, you gave him a glance.

“I think they’re kind of cool. They make you look strong, like somebody I’d trust to protect me.” You watched his posture loosen up a bit, and you quickly clarified your statement. “Your scars, I mean.”

“Your thought process is rare,” he responded blankly, keeping the scarred side of his face hidden from you. While it was a small statement, and frankly one that not many would be satisfied with, it was better than nothing.

You knew what he meant by it. Most people were scared of the way he looked, not welcomed by it. They didn’t have the most open minds.

You looked down at the sweater clamping around your torso. It was your favorite, it always had been. It was comfortable and oversized. You never had to worry about the sleeves slipping up a little too far or being too tight on your wrists.

The only time you ever took it off was to shower yourself and wash the piece of clothing. It was the perfect way to hide your vulnerability and an even better way to hide your insecurities. Nobody was aware of the marks on your arms. Not even your own parents.

You pursed your lips. Was now truly the time to do this? To a man you barely knew? But the little voice in your head was making a convincing argument.

The world has ended. What better time than now?

And it was right. You gripped your sleeve and gently rolled it up, allowing your wrist to come in contact with a human gaze that wasn’t yours for once. He hadn’t looked over at you yet, his gaze still fixed on the ground.

“I like to think of these as a sign that I’ve gotten stronger,” you stated proudly with a soft voice. Your eyes trailed over to him and you finally saw him look up at you. More specifically, your wrist. The widening of his eyes was so subtle that it was nearly impossible to notice.

You continued.

“I really wanted to die back then. Nothing seemed worth it, and the comfort of death sounded more appealing than the pain of living.” Your finger came up and traced the deepest scar of them all. “It took a lucky chance for me to realize that there was more to my life than I first realized.”

You turned towards him, watching as his eyes gazed up and down your arm. His gaze was so gentle. Looking at you as if you were glass and one wrong look would shatter you. You gave him a weak smile.

“Everyone has their own struggles and sometimes forget to think of other people,” you said, making it quite obvious who you were hinting to. You cleared your throat before bringing up your next point.

“Stuff like this—” You gestured to the many scars lining your wrist. “—can be hard to accept. I hated them. I hated them for years. But now that I look at how old they are, I realized that they’re a physical milestone. They show how much I’ve grown.”

You noticed that he was no longer covering his face with his hair, and you took the chance as it opened up. Your hand traveled up to his face and you gently traced his scar. His body tensed up as if he was in danger, but relaxed seconds later.

“It must have been rough,” you whispered, frowning. You weren’t sure how his scars came to be, but you could only imagine there was some type of story to it. You brought your hand down and gave him a soft pat on the shoulder. “I’m sure there are days where all you can think about is your story… but your scars show that you’re surviving. That you’re strong enough to keep going each day.”

And for the first time, he looked you in the eye. You weren’t sure of the emotion behind his gaze, but you knew that it wasn’t anything hateful or angry. He didn’t say anything and neither did you, but at that moment nothing needed to be said.

Your work here was done, you had said all that you thought could be spoken. You gave him one last encouraging smile before standing up. You brushed off the dust that had gathered on your pants and pulled your sleeve back down.

“Don’t forget to eat, you need to keep your strength up,” you called out.

As you traveled back to the rest of the group, you heard a faint voice call back to you. It was quiet, and you were convinced that he thought you wouldn’t be able to hear it. But you did, and what you heard was enough to bring an even bigger grin onto your lips.

Sangwook was a man of little emotion. But around you, it was different. And even if it took you a few more months, you’d do anything you could to hear that phrase be spoken to you over and over again in his voice. His warm, gruff voice.

“Thank you.”

#pyeon sangwook x reader #pyeon sangwook #pyeon sang-wook x reader #pyeon sang-wook #pyeon sang wook x reader #pyeon sang wook #sangwook x reader #sangwook #sang wook x reader #sang wook #sang-wook x reader #sang-wook #sweet home #sweet home x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader

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chubearr · 2 years

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jwcc s5 predictions??

mainly my take on daniel kon and if he could be the actual next villain in the next season...

its just bc i think kenji's dad being an automatic "good guy" is just too easy.

we know he was the one who told kash to keep going with the dino fights and was really strict with him. the guy legit runs mantah corp— or at least is one of higher ups (don't remember which, either way, no good). and from what we can assume, mantah corp is super greedy.

they're probably the reason why kenji's family got so rich and was able to live so lavishly— esp in the dinosaur department. so even if daniel kon was a nice guy, he's definitely not going to turn sides so easily bc he bascially owes MC everything, and could lose everything if he betrays them.

let's say he really does care abt kenji like a normal dad, but since work makes him rarely around its like "a sacrifice he is willing to make" so that his son can live a rich life. that could work too, and maybe all of this IS for kenji, even though he has 0 clue it's doing more harm than good.

i saw fans saying kash is going to plan something or get daniel killed, and that could be a possibility i guess? i mainly think kash is all talk, and since his boss is physically here its too intimidating to try something.

but ig it could go something like:

daniel kon still wants to continue work but with the kids in the way he makes BRADXs keep them confined, kash would rather just get rid of them but obv boss isnt gonna kill his own son, over time and some talking kenji manages to convince his dad to change sides, last minute kash betrays daniel using the BRADs and gets him killed.

like i could see it, but thats super dark for jwcc. i mean obviously we've had so many deaths, but they were never actually connected to our kids— other than darius's dad, but his was a past event —so killing off daniel kon, right in front of kenji, the season where he's barely having the spotlight, just wouldn't seem right. i wouldn't put jwcc past it and it would be something new, but i don't think itd be allowed (also thats so dark wth)...

if anything the same thing above ^^^ happens, but daniel doesnt die and instead fights along side the kids and we get some father-son bonding finally (and i want daniel's take on kenji's new girlfriend hehe), that would be a better way to go.

however, no matter what, considering when he's revealed in the last ep— his first lines in front of the kid +co who were ruining his work:

"You shouldn't leave important devices like this around."

it's such a villain intro. Kash starts him off my saying 'Boss' and you just know its the real big-bad. and the way Mr.Kon casually walks in basically taunting the kids, letting them know they made a mistake, is just so intimidating itself (and i'm pretty sure he was the one who came and bailed Kash out and then made this whole plan to trap the kids. like intellect +100)... whatever he plans for this kid and his helpers are unknown bc hes a new threat and that's whats scary. at least with kash we know he is crazy, but stupid crazy (like he's actually a genius but as a villain he's dumb)

"They could fall into the wrong..."

then he sees the kids, and not only that but his own son.

so when he first appeared and kash was freed, he says 'its no wonder you got outsmarted by a child'. singular. child. so we can assume they knew there (was darius, but had no clue who the helpers were, maybe mae but last time they knew she should be dead). so they don't even know there's other kids.

when kash sees them, its not an impact bc hes crazy and down to kill kids anyway.

but then daniel kon sees them. he could either be in shock that it's just more kids, or just bc its his own son— who he thought died back in nublar (also add maybe because of kenji's death he decided to just go off and do whatever the heck MC needs bc now he has nothing to lose, which is sad asf).

so i think it can go this way:

- mr.kon continues with work but keeps the kids confined so they dont interfere, but they eventually find a way and try to stop this whole project for good. daniel gets redeemed by his own son and kash ends up being the villain still because of his control of the BRADs (his ring was super foreshadowed this season, so i think the focus will be to get it or destroy it next season).

but what if,

- mr.kon continues with work but keeps the kids confined so they dont interfere, but they eventually find a way and try to stop this whole project for good. he is the actual villain and takes kenji by his side, wanting him to inherit his place for when kenji is older. this divides the kids and kenji, whos torn about choosing his dad or his real found family.

EITHER WAY kash is gonna die next season bc we havent had a death in so long, and he's the perfect candidate.

him and also maybe mae, bc shes been alive for too long knowing this show.

maybe her death could even make daniel reconsider his life choices? but also consider the fact when she fake-died and kash relayed the message to daniel, it didn't seem like he was bothered (it could also be bc his depression over his son's death— again maybe even the whole reason he was doing these terrible things).

tldr, i want daniel kon to be a villain in some way no matter what— they could do so much angsty and heartaching things with him.

and look at their reactions... next season is gonna hurt no matter what.

save my son pls.

#anyway that was my tedtalk thx #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jwcc #jurassic world #netflix #kenji kon #daniel kon #jwcc s4 #jwcc spoilers #jwcc kash #darius bowman #ben pincus #jwcc brooklynn #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #btw daniel kon is kinda... hot?#im sorry

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stardust-kenobi · 3 years

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Hi can I request a wrecker smut Please? I keep thinking of wrecker guiding his s/o’s punches, showing her home to properly punch and duck. As in she asked him to teacher her self defense. Just back to his chest, and the closeness and what that would lead to? Thbks so much! Have a great day!!

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

You got it bb ;)

I decided to write this as wrecker and reader being good friends instead of an established relationship bc the tension was so much spicier that way.

Show Me

Wrecker x F!Reader

Summary: Your good friend Wrecker tries to teach you self-defense, but the tension between the two of you rises, and neither of you can help yourself.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut!!, piv, soft wrecker fluff

A/N: I know nothing about fighting or training so take those details with a grain of salt. also there is a reference photo attached in the fic to show you what sex position is being referred bc I feel like I did a shit job of describing it. It is not super nsfw, its just a diagram

(gif is not mine, I can’t find original creator now)

Defending yourself was shamefully never a strength of yours. This left you with a crippling anxiousness of being alone, especially when you were constantly surrounded by men that could overpower you without ever breaking a sweat.

Wrecker would undoubtedly be the biggest physical threat in your environment if he wasn't your best friend and the kindest man you'd ever met. He agreed to teach you self-defense without an ounce of hesitation. Protective doesn't even begin to describe his innate nature toward you, so of course he jumped at this opportunity.

You two were just friends, nothing more. But sometimes you wished you could be something more. Your feelings toward him left you feeling conflicted. Whenever you would watch him walk in a room, your stomach would tingle and your heart fluttered. You often pushed these thoughts away, afraid to ruin your cherished friendship with him.

The training room that Wrecker led you to was vast and mostly bare. There were a variety of items resembling punching bags, and other complicated equipment that didn't look familiar to you at all.

You were dressed in your normal workout attire, tight black leggings, and a gray sports bra. You figured this was the best thing to practice in, but Wrecker had seemed significantly flustered at the sight of more of your exposed skin than he was used to seeing.

"Ready to get started, y/n?" He asked, pulling your attention away from scanning the room.

"Kinda nervous, but yeah, I'm ready" You smiled.

"Don't be nervous, I've got you. It's just you and me" He reassured you. He always knew how to calm your rigid nerves.

Wrecker started with the basics of being aware of your surroundings, showing you how to predict an opponent's next move before they even made it.

"Shouldn't I be learning how to throw a punch or something?" You pondered.

"We'll get there. You've got to know where you'll be throwing a punch before I actually show you how to swing your arm" He explained. Fair enough, you thought.

He introduced you to a variety of new skills and strategies, skimming the surface of everything he intended to teach you in time. He then showed the perfect stances to hold when faced with different fighting styles. You would've been lying if his hands gripping your waist to show you how to stand didn't make your heart skip a beat. He was gentle, but his finger tips emitted a lingering desire to dig deeper into your figure.

"Look at you! Already getting the hang of it. I knew you would" he praised you. You turned to him, your blushed face dripping with sweat, to see a mile wide smile painted on his face. You both exchanged glances for a few seconds.

"What?" You asked, getting a hint of something more than pride in his expression. He shook his head before resting his hand on the back of his neck nervously.

"Oh. uh...nothing. Let's finally show you how to throw those punches." He urgently changed the subject. Weird, you thought to yourself. "Stand here at this punching bag" He instructed you to come closer to where he stood.

"So, we're going to use what you've already learned, and combine it all into how to strike"

You nodded, readying yourself into the right stance, raising your fists in preparation.

"Okay, like this?" You asked.

"Kind of. Bring your elbow in tighter" He instructed. You tried to obey, but you were missing something. "it's more of like, tucking it in toward your body", He continued, so patient with you.

"Show me" You muttered. He paused, very aware of what you were asking, but unaware of whether he had the control. Your mind was wandering to thoughts of him pressed against you, overpowering you, and holding you tight. You knew it was wrong to tease him in this way, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah...sure" He spoke sweetly, but hesitantly.

He came behind you, keeping distance between your backside and his front.

"Wrecker you can't guide my arms from there" You insisted.

"Right" He agreed.

He took a step forward, the front of his body meeting the back of you, pressing against the curve of your body. He felt how your ass stuck out just slightly more than the rest of you. Wrecker slowly wrapped his arms around your entire wingspan. He was so large.

His bare fingers brushed atop your balled fist. He wrapped his grip around both your wrists. The contact felt electric and soft all at the same time. The tension between you was so raw...so sweet. He cleared his throat and shifted his stance slightly.

"You'll want to hold your arms like this" He pulled your arms into your body, wrapping you in what felt more like a hug.

"Uh-huh" you affirmed.

"Then you'll just pull back like this" He continued, opening your chest. "And then push forward, using force from your abdomen"

You swung the punch together, slamming your fist into the defenseless bag.

"Wow! That felt like it had a lot of power in it!" He celebrated.

"That was mostly you, I'm sure" You said, feeling weak.

"No, that was all you. I didn't use any strength, just guided your arm"

You were shocked to hear this, surprised by your own strength.

"Thank you, Wrecker" you graciously mumbled to him, turning your head to look up at him still attached to you. He held your gaze for a moment before becoming shy and looking away.

"Oh its nothing, really"

"It's not nothing. You're teaching me to protect myself and that means a lot to me" You continued, detaching the connection of your bodies and turning around to face him.

"I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you and I wasn't there to keep you safe" He said, his tone so serious as he looked down at you. He mustered the courage to wrap his hands around your waist, and pulled you into him, missing the feeling of your body already.

You gasped as the tension grew deeper. He watched your expression for any hint of disapproval, but found none. Instead he found longing and desire written in your gaze. You couldn't resist it anymore. You needed him.

"Kiss me" You pleaded. His eyebrows raised suddenly. There was no time between your words and the crashing of his lips on yours for either of you to consider your actions.

It was fireworks and bursts of sparks connecting the two of you as the long awaited kiss finally took place. He kissed you deeply, with more passion than you'd ever felt in your entire life. The warmth his mouth provided poured through your veins, heating into the very core of your body, leaving an aching feeling between your thighs.

Wrecker's hands moved to cup your face. His movements indicated he had no intention to break away any time soon, and you wouldn't let him anyhow. Your mouths continued to dance together in rhythmic harmony.

As he finally did pull away from the kiss, it was slow. He knew he'd have to look at you, and he was afraid of what he'd see. His concern was dissolved when he caught glimpse of the grin stuck on your face.

"I've waited...a long time for that" He said softly.

"I should've told you to kiss me sooner" You admitted. He smiled, blushing in the process. Your eyes caught sight of a firmness growing in his tight black pants. He was visibly embarrassed, unaware of how much this turned you on.

"Touch me, Wrecker. Stars, I want you" You practically whimpered.

"Are you sure?" He requested your further consent, trying to hide his excitement.

"I have never been more sure of anything" You assured him, seductively eyeing every inch of him that you want on you and in you.

"I hope you don't mind doing this here, because I can't wait any longer" He growled. You nodded in approval. To see a man who is always so gentle toward you, get so worked up at the thought of having you, was deeply arousing.

Wrecker swept you up as if you were weightless. To him, you probably were. You wrapped your legs eagerly around his waist, returning to the passionate kiss you already missed. His free hand roamed your body, granting himself access to every part of you he dreamed of feeling.

He pushed his hand between your skin and the tight hem of your sports bra, he pulled back, looking to you for consent. You nodded, helping him pull it over your head.

The animalistic groan that inadvertently escaped his throat at the sight of your breasts covered in sweat was the hottest noise you'd ever heard. He gently squeezed your nipple before caressing your breast, wrapping his hand around it. You moaned at his touch.

"You are...so gorgeous" He managed to mutter while he admired you.

You blushed as you shifted your hips, grinding them against him slightly. Your aching heat pulsed around emptiness, so desperate to be filled by him.

"Wrecker, I-..I need you...to fuck me. Please" You breathed deep, the overwhelming need was relentless.

"Yes ma'am. Anything for you" He smirked.

He eagerly and swiftly placed your ankles on his shoulders, before pulling your leggings down to your mid thigh, allowing him plenty of access to where you needed him. Wrecker's arm remained wrapped around your back, holding you around him as he stood. You weren't surprised at his strength to hold you with one arm, but you were certainly surprised with his coordination. **(reference photo for this position in case it is not clear)**

The other hand trailed down to your pussy, fingers exploring your slit. You bucked your hips into his touch and he chuckled softly. He watched your face as he slipped a finger into you. You gasped, and he smirked in response.

"Oh yeah, you're ready for me baby" He rasped, feeling how you were practically dripping already. You whimpered in anticipation. Wrecker pumped his finger inside you only for a moment, circling it around to stretch you open.

He raced to free his cock from the tightness of his pants. It sprung out, slapping against your clit and you jolted from the sensitivity.

"Oh my gods, Wrecker" You were astounded by his size. He grabbed it in his hand, rubbing it back and forth gently across your bud, earning whimpers from your soft lips.

He pressed his cock into you slowly, making sure that he did not hurt you. You winced at first, feeling the initial sweet sting that quickly transformed to pleasure. You didn't believe he could push himself any deeper, but he was able to completely bury himself inside of you, creating a feeling of utter fullness that was unfamiliar to you.

"Kriff, Y/N" He moaned deeply, breathing out shakily. He didn't move, not for a few moments, letting you adjust to him and taking the opportunity to stare into your eyes while he was full encased by your slickness. "You feel so kriffin' good"

He began to slowly thrust his hips upward while also pulling you up and down onto his length, his hands supporting you under your ass. You cried out, overwhelmed with ecstasy. You cared very little about whether or not someone could hear you. As long as Wrecker heard how good he made you feel, that is all that mattered.

Wrecker was vocal, more vocal than you could've imagined.

"So tight around me" He panted "You take my cock even better than I thought you would"

You wondered if he fantasized about this moment as often you did. You were lost in your pleasure, and still somehow too shy to be as vocal as he was, only allowing sweet sounds to brush past your lips. Your noises were encouraging to him. You look at him as he fucked you, and felt a flutter in your heart, as you felt so connected to this man you already loved as a friend...now maybe even more than a friend.

"My favorite girl...letting me fuck you like this, yeah? I've thought about this for so long, sweetheart" He cooed, his face hovering close to yours.

"I love you, Wrecker" You spoke softly. His thrusts suddenly halted, letting himself keep warm inside you.

"You...you love me?" He smiled, his eyes grew so preciously excited.

"Yes, I do" You assured, placed your hand on his face.

"I love you too, Y/N" He almost seemed lost for words, so taken aback with happiness to hear that fall from your lips. Your mouths intertwined again, sinking deeper into each other's embrace.

"Keep going...please" you whimpered.

"Don't have to ask me twice"

He slammed in and out of you again, using even more passion with his motions now, holding you closer to him than before. He fucked you like he missed you, like he may never get to fuck you again, and stars, it was hot.

"Yes, right there" You commanded. The curve of his cock brushed your g-spot with every thrust now, causing a frantic frenzy of moans to fly into the air.

"Yeah? You like the way I fuck you, baby?" He spoke roughly into your ear.

"I-I love it...you fuck me so good Wrecker" You praised him, and he ate it up.

The sound of your skin slapping together echoed as he continued to work into you while bouncing you on him at the same time. Your gut tightened suddenly, a sign of your approaching orgasm. It tingled sweetly within you.

"Wrecker I am so close" You announced to him, and his face lit up, pleased with himself for helping you reach your climax.

"Yeah?" He breathed, not changing his pace to keep on your path to finishing.

Your walls spasmed around him, and the tightened coil burst open, washing over you. You crumbled in his hold, feeling as though you would seep through his hands with the way your body convulsed and melted. You cried out, eyes shut tight, whimpering Wreckers name as he fucked you harder through it.

"There you go, Y/N. You look so pretty falling apart for me" He coaxed you. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum making noises like that, baby"

As you rode down gently from your own high, Wrecker's hips trembled subtly. He groaned deeper, his thrusts losing rhythm in you as he lost control.

"Fuck" He growled, flooding you with his release, shaking as he finished. You held his face in your hands, caressing him through his high. You both panted, breathless and silent, unsure of how you got here.

Wrecker was so delicate with your body as he pulled your legs off his shoulder. He lifted your leggings, placing it back where it belonged. You winced, sore from the position you were held in.

"Are you hurt?" Wrecker asked, his voice riddled with concern.

"No, I'm okay. My legs are just sore"

"Here" He began, "Let me". He held you bridal style, and lowered you slowly onto the mat beneath you. You grabbed your sports bra that was left on the floor and put it back on. Wrecker joined you after tucking himself back into his pants.

"I didn't say it back earlier, but I waited a long time for this too" You admitted, slicing through the silence that lingered.

“You did?” He said in disbelief.

“Yeah…but I never thought you felt the same way”

“This may sound weird, but I think about doing that to you nearly everyday” He concurred.

“We are just terrible at communicating, then” You chuckled.

"Seems like it" He smiled at you.

"Wrecker, I um...I'd like it if this wasn't a one time thing" You said suddenly, hoping he'd know what you were hinting at.

"I've waited too long to call you mine, I don't wanna wait another second" He progressed.

You hid a shy smile in response.

"I meant what I said...when I said I loved you" You started.

"And I meant it when I said it back" He said before wrapping you into his embrace and kissing your swollen lips again.

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