#and some of the story beats are so fucking corny i found myself mouthing 'what??' many times along the way

[mxwhore]

I'm this fucjing close to doing an asoiaf/tma crossover where jon is a spooky king and martin his sworn sword or some shit

#sorry for being cringe on main. im still owed a satisfying conclusion to the fucking mess that was got #grrm get to fucking work u old bastard #wolfman jon. azor ahai dany when #ok i watched. 4 eppysodes of house of the dragon #good cinematography. very good acting very well scored #but the writing uuuughhh #its missing a good portion of the nuance of got (when it was good) #and some of the story beats are so fucking corny i found myself mouthing 'what??' many times along the way #and also where is the dread? the consecuences are lacking weight for me #and also i cant relate to rhaenyra at all. must be the marvel ass writing #she is lacking the oh wait she actually sucks lmao energy from fire and blood #i keep seeing people saying 'oh i support the blacks! no i support the greens!' which im like YOU IDIOTS #you shouldnt be rooting for anyone!! thats the point of the books!! their war is dumb as shit!! #there is no room for magic in the world men have built #that being said i like what they did to alicents character. better than just the classic MY CHILDRENS BIRTHRIGHT!! stereotype #also weird flex giving viserys leprosy tbh wouldve rather had a fat king with gout or something #sorry idk when this turned into a hotd criticism but i guess i had opinions stuck in my throat #the dragons are cool tho i love dragons #tessas txt

[nicolewoo]

Daddy Please Part 2

-Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT Spanking SMUT SMUT SMUT

Note from the author: I’ve spent a good portion of the day trying to write this despite having a dreadful day. I’m exhausted, so I’m not even proof reading it. I’ll get to that tomorrow, but here it is.

Enjoy Part 1

Joe and I slept at the club. It was a neutral point, and we were exhausted after the night we had. He offered to take me home after our shower, but I was too tired, and I didn’t have to be in the office …. well… anytime soon. After the 6-month long trial in Florida, I’d earned a break. I emailed my assistant that I would be late at the very least and may take the whole day off. I also instructed her to have a new pair of cuff links sent to Henry’s house with a thank you note. “He’ll know what for.” I added so she wouldn’t ask questions.

Joe curled his body around mine, spooning me tight as we slept, and I reveled in it. Being without a dom for 2 years was difficult, but the hardest part was sleeping alone. Henry had spoiled me by letting me sleep with him most nights, and I hoped Joe would want that also.

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A hand brushed over my side, pulling the sheet and blanket off me. I moan as the cold air hit my skin, and Joe shushed me. “It’s ok, baby girl. I’m just checking your body.” His fingers explored my skin, stopping when he reached my hip. “Is this ok?” he asked as he pushed into the bruised skin of my hip. It didn’t hurt bad, but it was tender.

“It’s ok.” I said. I was much more concerned about my vagina. He had fucked me wild last night, and I could already feel the tenderness of the skin without even touching it.

He sat on the bed, covering me up to keep me warm and bent over to kiss me. “I have to go to work.” The sun wasn’t even up yet.

“What time is it?” I asked and heard him chuckle.

He brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s 4 am. Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

I tried to figure out how much sleep we’d had but couldn’t quite shake the sleep fog out of my head. I knew it was just a couple of hours… Maybe 3? Either way, it wasn’t enough. As sleep began to pull me down, I stopped worrying about it and just relaxed. “I’ll call you later.” He kissed my forehead before leaving.

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I woke feeling completely new. My aching need had been sated, and yet, my body craved more of Joe. I smiled as I remembered last night.

When I went to the bathroom, I found Joe had left me a note taped to the mirror.

Good morning, beautiful. Last night was perfect and I can’t wait to see you again. When you wake up, call the front desk, and they’ll bring you breakfast. I’ve already ordered, and I expect you to eat at least ½ of what I give you. I’ll call you around lunch time. I’m hoping we can start contract negotiations tonight. Relax and enjoy your day and Thank you.

The note made me smile as much as the memories of last night. Next to the note was a bottle of Ibuprofen and some numbing cream. I took advantage of both, spreading the numbing cream over my hips and letting the ibuprofen help with everything else. Now that I was up, I could feel the aching in my muscles. I hadn’t used some of those muscles in 2 years, and they cried out for attention.

I drew a hot bath and called the front desk as I waited. “This is Y/N. I’m supposed to call you for breakfast?”

The desk attendant didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, ma’am. Would you prefer coffee or tea?”

“Coffee please with lots of sugar and cream.” I requested.

“How would you like your eggs?” He asked.

“Scrambled, please.”

He acknowledged me and said breakfast would arrive in the next 15 minutes. That wasn’t enough time for a long soak in the tub, but maybe the hot water could work out a few muscles before breakfast. I climbed in the tub, cursing at the heat, but knowing the hotter the better.  

After my bath and breakfast, I dressed and attempted to fix my makeup, to no avail. My phone dinged as I was finishing my hair.

Morning babe. How did last night go? It was Henry texting me.

It was wonderful. Thank you for connecting us. Really! Thank you!

My pleasure. I was getting worried about you working so much and not taking care of your other…. Needs.

I laughed at the idea that he wouldn’t just come out and say my need to be a sub. After all, he was once my dom, and we were still great friends. My “needs” are met, although I suspect more will arise soon.

Lol. Enjoy your day babe. Ann says hi.

Tell her I said thanks and I’ll probably see her tonight.

You’re coming back to the club? Two nights in a row? I figured you’d be with Joe tonight.

I chuckled. I’m still at the club. We stayed here last night. We still have to negotiate a contract, and I think the club would be a nice neutral place.

Agreed. See you tonight.

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My cell phone rang, and I let the car pick it up. “Y/N” I announced.

It was my assistant, Alyssa. “Ma’am. I have a Joe Annooowhy (she fumbled trying to figure out how to say it) …. Something like that. Would you like me to forward the call to you?”

My stomach rolled in anticipation, but I was able to keep my professional demeanor. “Yes please, Alyssa.”

“Good afternoon.” His deep voice through the speakers of my car vibrated through me surrounding me in warm waves and memories of last night.

I sighed happily, “Joe.”

He chuckled. “Miss me baby girl?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Sounds like you’re relieved to hear my voice.”

I thought for a second. “I am.”

“Thought I wouldn’t call?” He asked.

“No. No that’s not it. I just…. It’s corny.” I laughed to myself.

His voice lowered another octave. “Tell me, baby girl.” He sounded amused, but I wasn’t going to defy his order.

Should I actually say this? Being a sub felt odd after all this time of being alone. I tried to remember how I did it with Henry. I was easily able to separate work me vs. sub me. I’m out of practice now. What would Henry want? He’d want me to say it. “You sound like,” I paused. “home.” As soon as I said it, I was afraid I’d said too much.

“I like the way that sounds.” I could hear his smile in his voice. “So, tonight, Henry and Ann have invited us to dinner. I’ll pick you up from your office at 6.” He wasn’t asking.

“I wasn’t going to go to the office today.” I admitted.

He paused for the briefest second. I’d thrown off his plan. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at your house?”

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I was ready when my doorbell rang, and I rushed to get to the door quickly. Joe looked amazing, and I couldn’t stop my smile when I opened the door.

We crashed into each other. All hands, lips and tongues, fingers grabbing with need. Our moans and grunts filling the air as we desperately tried to find relief. Joe pushed us through the front door and closed it behind him with his foot. “That made it worse.”

I pressed as close to him as I could, and it still wasn’t enough. “Made what worse?”

He pulled my hair back gently and kissed his way down my throat. “All day long, all I wanted was you. Now that I’m here, I want you more. Why the hell did I accept Henry’s dinner invitation?” He asked between kisses.

I knew what he meant. I wanted nothing more than to be alone with Joe. Alone, naked…. There was a good chance negotiations would take hours, and dinner would make the day even longer. I melted into Joe’s kiss; my head clouded with lust. I needed to focus. “Because Henry doesn’t take no for an answer.” I said.

Joe pulled away to look into my eyes and paused before chuckling. “You’re right.” He took a deep breath and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “We should get going.” He peeked at the clock on my wall.

I looked slyly up at him, “We could have a quickie?” I brushed my fingers over his crotch.

He grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his lips. “Baby girl, there are only 2 things I want to do quick tonight. Dinner and the contract signing.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes daddy.” He hugged me tight.

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“You know, I deserve credit for hooking you two up.” Henry said as he stretched his arms out and wrapped one around Ann.

Dinner had been amazing. The food, the conversation, everything. I got to see how Henry and Joe interact. They were better friends than I had known, and they were happily laughing at stories. Between Henry and his boisterous personality and Joe with his intimidating size and loud laugh, Ann and I barely got a chance to talk. I sat pondering these 2 men. Both of them had giant personalities, and incredibly good looks, and whenever they entered a room, they commanded attention. Now, with both in the restaurant, it almost became a power struggle, but somehow it worked.

“Henry,” Joe said straightening up. “I’m sure you’ll understand. I quite anxious to start contract negotiations. We’re going to head out.” Joe stood and gave me his hand.

When Henry and Ann both chuckled, Joe shot them an un-approving look. “Joe, it won’t take near as long as you think. She probably has an envelope with 3 different contracts in her purse.”

Joe looked from them to me as Henry and Ann stood. “Don’t be ridiculous, Henry.” I said as he hugged me. “It’s all done on a tablet now.” I patted the side of my purse for effect, and we laughed more.

“We won’t hold you up any further.” Ann said as she hugged me. “He’s a great guy,” she whispered in my ear. I smiled fondly at her as I mouthed thanks to her.

“Ready, baby girl?” Joe said placing his hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him with every intention of saying yes, but when his eyes locked on mine, I couldn’t speak so I nodded yes.

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Contract negotiations went perfectly. Henry had really chosen well for me.  Joe and I wanted similar things, and we only had to negotiate 3 points. All in all, it took an hour, which thrilled both of us. Now, the night loomed before us full of possibilities.

“Stand there.” Joe said quietly but forcefully as he pointed to the spot he’d had me stand in last night. He locked the door and hung up his suit coat before coming to me and kissing me deeply. His hands roamed down my sides and slipped under my dress, slowly pulling it up over my head. Stepping back, he surveyed the matching black lace underwear and bra. “Black lace again?” He sounded pleased. I nodded yes as he ran his hands over the fabric of my bra. “You paid attention last night. Thank you. Black lace is my favorite.” He kissed me gently and ran his hands over my ass before walking across the room. He grabbed a bottle out of a desk drawer and poured an amber liquid into a high ball glass before sitting on the desk chair.

As I stood there, he casually leaned back in the chair and sat ogling my almost naked form as he sipped his drink. The longer he sat, the more awkward it felt to be standing there. I assume he was doing it on purpose to push my buttons, and it was working. After 2 years on my own, I wasn’t used to such obvious leering. The complete silence in the room was just making everything worse, and I was grateful when he spoke. “What are you thinking?” He asked.

I don’t know what I expected him to ask, but this wasn’t it. “I’m wondering why you’re not touching me.” I admitted quietly as I looked at the floor.

“You don’t need to look down tonight. Just be yourself. Talk to me.” He crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle on his knee. Each move was slow and calculated and screamed dominance. “Maybe I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with you tonight. What do you want me to do?”

Slowly, I raised my eyes from the floor to him. “I….um…. whatever Daddy wants.” I said, which he smiled at.

“Daddy wants to know what you want right now. Tell me the truth.” He stood, took a sip of his drink, laid the glass down and came to stand in front of me.

“I want to make you happy.” I said, and he stepped forward another step, standing close enough for me to feel his body heat and smell his cologne. “I want….” His eyes locked on mine and I couldn’t answer. He just stared down at me, towering over me, somehow dominating me without even saying a word.

He had smiled at my inner brat last night, so I tried to stand my ground. I challenged him with my eyes and my stance. I tried. I stood still for what seemed forever, him so close to me I could almost feel his heartbeat. I tried, but eventually the dominant in him overpowered my inner sub, and I looked down.

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Good girl.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me, his large hands covering my ass. It had been a power play. This whole thing had been a power play. I should have known. Mentally I chided myself for not understanding what was happening. Without warning, he undid my bra and pulled the lace down my shoulders and tossed the bra onto the desk.

I took a deep breath as the cold air hit my nipples. “Cold, baby girl?” he teased. I wanted to make a smart remark but instead I just nodded yes. “I’ll warm you up soon. Just wait.”

Wait? Wait? I’d already been waiting. He pulled away from me, untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I peeked up as the edge of his Samoan tattoo came into view, and resolved not to smile, but good grief, he was beautiful. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he quickly pulled the tie out of his collar, circled me and grabbed my wrists, pulling them back and using the tie to bind them together tightly. He tested the tautness of the knot, but still asked, “Is that ok?” I quickly nodded yes. “Good. So, you’re wondering what I’m going to do to you? You don’t get to know that. I decide that and you accept it. Is that understood?” He ran his hands down my sides until he reached my underwear. Hooking his fingers inside the waistband, he slowly dragged the material down. “Step out.” I did, and he tossed the underwear onto the desk with the bra.  

He grabbed my hips and turned me until I was facing him, but he didn’t rise. He stayed crouched on the floor. He looked up at me with a devilish grin and quickly pushed his hand between my legs. “Spread your feet.” He commanded, and I obliged. He crouched for a moment, drawing out the suspense before finally running two fingers over my slit. “You’re very wet.” He teased me.

I gasped as his fingers ran over my slit again, “Yes, daddy.”

“Do you want daddy to lick you?” He asked.

I looked right in his eyes as I begged, “Please, Daddy, Please.”

I wasn’t even done saying it before he pushed his face into my crotch and he flicked my throbbing clit with his tongue. My head fell back as I moaned in delight, but just as suddenly as he started, he pulled away and stood in front of me. “On the bed, on your knees.” I walked over to the bed, but just as I was getting ready to climb up it, he wrapped his hands around my waist and helped me up.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

I listened as he removed his pants and underwear, desperately wanting to see his dick. When he climbed on the bed behind me, he cupped my breasts with his hands and pushed his erection against me. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he began to twist and pull, gently at first then harder and harder until I yelped. “Very good,” he whispered in my ear. “Henry told me you couldn’t handle much pain, but you did very well with that.” I smiled with pride. “You’ve got a praise kink!” he said excitedly as if he’d just opened a present.

“Yes daddy.” I whispered.

I felt him relax just a bit, “That’s very good, because I like to praise.” He slid one arm down around my waist and pulled the other up along my back until he cupped my neck. He pushed me over until my face was against the bedding. His hand now caressed down my back slowly sliding between my legs and pushing 2 fingers inside me. I cried out. “Does it feel good?” He knew it did, but he wanted me to say it.

“Yes daddy.” I sighed.

“Then fuck my fingers, baby girl. Fuck them like you fucked my dick last night.” He pressed his fingers deeper into me, and I groaned. “Come on. Show me how bad you want my dick.” I pushed back against his hand, and I felt his fingers flutter inside me. I rocked my body away from him and back against him, picking up speed with each rock.  “That’s it baby. Try to get yourself off.”

I had every intention of doing so, but just as my orgasm started to build, he pulled his fingers out of me and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them.” I opened and he slid the two fingers in my mouth. “Don’t you taste delicious?” I nodded my head yes as I wrapped my mouth around his fingers and sucked.

He moaned. “I love that mouth.” I beamed with pride as he laid down on the bed and I could see how hard he was. “Wrap that talented mouth around my cock,” He instructed as he scooted close to my face. Leaning back onto my knees, I positioned myself over him and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. He ran his fingers into my hair, grabbing it as he roughly pushed me down on his cock. I took his full length into my waiting mouth, tasting the pre-cum as I lifted my head. As I flicked my tongue over the top of his head, he groaned so softly I could barely hear it. I slid my lips down his cock again, just deep enough to gag. “Yes, baby girl. Just like that.” He used his grasp on my hair to pull me up and down again and again, and again. “That feels so good.” He loosened his grip and let me play. I explored his cock tip to base, licking, kissing, sucking before taking a ball into my mouth and humming a sound of contentment. He instinctually bucked his hips and crashed into my face clumsily.

He shot up and started doting over me. “Are you ok?” He cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Let me see.”

I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing and completely ruined the mood of the scene. I half expected to get I trouble, but he laughed with me. He reached behind me and undid the tie. “Let’s take a look.” He searched my face. “You ok?” He chuckled.

“I’m fine.” We both chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine and wrapped his arms around me.

“You might be a little too good at that.” We both laughed. “Lay down baby girl.” He smiled as he climbed between my knees. He pressed sweet kisses up my thighs. When he flicked his tongue over my clit I gasped loud. I felt his lips spread in a smile before he wrapped his lips over my clit and sucked. I forgot I’d even been laughing. His talented mouth reduced me to a moaning mess quickly.

“Daddy!” I cried out.

“Baby?” He asked.

“Can I cum? Please.”

He smiled big again but didn’t look up at me. “Yes.” He slid two fingers into me again and sucked my clit until I was consumed in a wave of warm tingles. He stopped sucking, but slowly moved his fingers in and out of me to extend my orgasm, finally stilling them inside me as the clenching slowed. He gently pulled them out and crawled up to lay beside me with a warm smile on his face. He trailed his fingers over my arm and watched as I rode out the last shock.

He kissed me softly, sweetly as he climbed between my legs. He pressed his cock up against my core and kissed me again while he slid inside me gradually. He stilled deep inside me. “Open your eyes baby girl.” I did and found him looking sweetly at me. When I smiled at him, he began sliding in and out leisurely at first then building faster and harder with each stroke. I tried to focus on keeping my eyes open, but the better he made me feel the more I forgot and closed my eyes.

He stilled when a second orgasm washed over me. “Baby, you’re so tight.” His words caused me to clench again and he groaned. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in to kiss me. He started fucking me before the orgasm ended which caused another orgasm to start. My back arched and my head snapped back. He wrapped an arm around my waist and slowed his thrusts. I collapsed onto his arm and he laid me down gingerly. Burying his head in my neck, he peppered kisses along the skin. He thrust in and out of me as he nipped and sucked along my collarbone. When the orgasm was over, he kissed me sweetly.

Opening my eyes, I saw his smiled had turned to a smirk. He allowed me a second to process the change before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. Violently he pounded into me as hard and as fast as he could for a few minutes before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling out of me as jarringly as he started.

I barely had time to process the change when I felt the riding crop hit my ass hard. I yelped in surprise then moaned as the pain turned to tingling. A swift hard hit landed on my other cheek, and I felt his hands rub over the skin. “More?”  he asked, and I moaned out a yes. Slap Slap. The crop hit both cheeks one right after the other. I yelped, then moaned. Slap Slap. Yelp. Moan. Slap. Slap. I yelped. This time though, the pain stayed longer and the moan came later. Slap. Slap. I yelped. When I didn’t moan, he began to massage the skin again. “Good girl.” He soothed. “You did great.” He kissed each cheek before kissing a trail up my back. When he was close to my ear he lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “Ready?”

No. No. I wasn’t ready. Not for another slap from the crop. I didn’t want to use a safe-word so I paused, trying to lengthen the reprieve.

“Answer me baby.” I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t say no, and I wouldn’t safe out. Not this early in the relationship. “Are you ok?” There was a touch of panic in his voice.

The pain was lessening but I answered hesitantly. “Yes.”

“Did we reach your pain threshold?” He soothed me as he asked, and I nodded yes. “Ok baby. I’ll remember that.” He shifted until the head of his penis pushed against my slit. “Ready for me?” I nodded eagerly now that I knew what he was asking about.

He slammed into me, pushing me forward and down into the bed. He yanked me up onto my knees again and held me with a ruthless grip on my waist as he pulled me back onto him fast and rough. I screamed out in joy as he pounded relentlessly into me for what seemed like hours, his grunts mixing with my screams. I came quickly, but he didn’t slow, didn’t stop, he kept pounding into me unceasingly until his grunts grew louder and he exploded inside me with a loud roar wildly thrusting as he emptied himself inside me.

I collapsed and he slowly lowered us onto the bed, sliding his arm under me and pulling me until my head was cradled on his chest. We laid there, catching our breath. His hands caressed me gently, and my skin tingled with each touch. I sighed, content to lay with him forever, and he was in no hurry to move either. So we laid there touching, kissing, enjoying each other for a long time. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get some sleep,” he said softly. I smiled wide as I realized he wanted to sleep with me.

Part 3

 @mindofasagittaruis​ @lclb13​ @reigns-5sos​

#joe anaoi #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader

[kathyprior4200]

Welcome to Wacky Wally Wackford’s World!

Greetings, I say, greetings demons of all ages! The name’s Wally Wackford, an oh so suave man of business! You may not know me, but surely you’ve seen me…pretty much everywhere. Yes, I’ve never been the type to stay in one place for long. Life can be pretty wild at times. But that’s what makes it oh so fun!

 So what’s my story, you say, you say? Well look no further, ‘cause I have a tale to tell.

 I’ve been doing freelance work off and on, laboring at one job, moving onto the next. The jobs vary a lot, but I’m a Wally of many trades. (Yes, I’ve been fired many times as well, figuratively and literally…it is Hell after all.) Early on, I found out that living in poverty is never a lot of fun. I quickly learned how to scam other people…and boy did I enjoy it! It was the only way I could inch toward the top, get some power of my own. I’d make a few deals here and there and then when clients got desperate, I’d say something like, “Oh I’m so sorry but there’s an extra fee you have to pay. Forgot to mention that.” Then I’d point to that small scribbled section on the contract I added in moments ago.

 “I’m starving, sir!” they’d say. Or, “I left my money at home,” or my favorite: “Shove it up your trickster rear!”

 Sometimes they did pay me extra. Other times they didn’t…and those were the ones who soon forgot about everything forever. (chuckles).

 Anyway, moving on.

 Sometimes when my days got long and hard, I’d go to saloons for a nice bottled drink. The emerald colored Greed Mead is my favorite. Twirling my thin black mustache, I’d wink at some pretty imp gals nearby and say, “Hey there. You’ve been in Hell for a long time. Is that why you’re so hot?”

 Most of the time, I’d get a swift punch to the face in response. The glares on their pretty faces, “Take that remark to the Sloth Ring, lazy bootleg fucker.”

 So many aggressive people these days. I could tip my black hat to many imps and they’d either fall to my charms or roll their eyes. I was fine with that. There’s not much else to do in Hell then to live your life and amuse yourself with watching others struggle. In fact, pretty much every sin is encouraged, so why not keep going?

 After stalking around looking for more people to scam, I came across Loo-Loo Land in the Ring of Greed. I’ve always loved that place, its vibrant atmosphere emitting joyful fun and chaotic flair. I walked on over and asked the vendor, “I say, you have any jobs here?”

 “I’ve heard of you, Wacky Wally,” he said at the ticket stand. “You may be a good pick-pocket, but your skills are nothing compared to Mammon. In fact, this whole place is a fucking rip-off of Lucifer’s Lu-Lu Land!”

 “All the more reason to love this place!” I exclaimed.

 “Robo Fizz is putting on another show at 7pm tomorrow,” said the beefy imp vendor. “Made in Mammon’s factory and modeled after the famous imp Fizzarolli.” He then spoke in a low whisper, “It includes some behind the scenes moments for the VIPs…you know, with tentacles and ‘special features.’”

 “Oh that sounds delicious!” I said with a slow grin. “It’d be great to see how his…mechanics work someday…”

 The imp vendor rolled his eyes and flinched at my lighthearted comment. Always know what to say to get that grimace reaction.

 “Anyway,” said the vendor, “We’re running low on staff, so you can go sell those torches over there.”

 The imp pointed to a pink cart with Mammon’s jester face on it. I shrugged and got to work.

 I happily rolled my cart around, selling torches wherever I went. I could honestly stare into those mesmerizing green flames all day.

 “Torches here!” I drawled in my Foghorn Leghorn southern accent. “66% off when you buy four! Parties, decoration, destruction and more!”

 One time on my break, I got to talk to Robo Fizz about money, shows, sex and chaos. We even cracked some jokes together. The robot seemed a little nervous in my presence but then again, he was very unpredictable on a daily basis.

 “A duck, a frog, a demon and a skunk go into a bar. The bartender told them that the drinks were one dollar each. How did they pay for them? Answer: The duck had a bill, the frog had a greenback, the demon had a soul…but the skunk only had a scent!”

 “Hahahaha!” Robo Fizz laughed, sparks flying near him. “Your jokes are much better than Blitzo’s corny puns!”

 “Why thank you,” I replied. “But nothing beats your organ-playing animatronics in your ‘Wonderful World of Evil’ puppet show you did last month.”

 Robo Fizz grinned at the compliment. “You do anything else besides selling torches?”

 “I scam, I kill, I do a little bit of both. Oh and I’m also a great inventor!”

 “How marvelous!” Robo Fizz grinned. “Perhaps if you have enough mayhem in you, you could perform with me at the next Fizzarolli N Friends show!”

 “I say, I’d love that! I’m sure your show will be top notch, copyright be dammed…won’t it?”

 Robo Fizz smiled widely, hiding a strain. “You bet it will!”

 It was during one interesting day when I pushed my cart by a large tent where several Robo Fizz posters were posted. I held up a troch with a hand and called:

 “Torches, I say! I say! Get your inconvenient torches here!”

 Then before I knew it, the robot and a random imp crashed right into the cart.

 “Ow, I say OW!” I cried as the green flames quickly spread around. After getting the flames off me, I ran for the hills out of the burning park. I sat, dejected shortly afterward. So much for that job. Along with figuring out what to do next, I also happened to watch the imp fight off Robo Fizz…and the robot falling into the dragon’s mouth.

 How unfortunate.

 After helping Robo Fizz from the dragon’s insides, (killing said dragon, pulling out said robot, cleaning and making quick repairs), I inched closer to him and said, “You made some new friends, I say.”

 Robo Fizz stood tense with just long wires for his body, a metal skeleton of his previous appearance. “Yes…an old time co-worker of mine. A clown of an imp named Blitzo. He and his sisters were once part of a circus act called “The Amazing Imp Siblings. A bit dowdy if you ask me. ”

 Robo Fizz looked around. “Hahahaha! That was some chaotic fun. But now the park is ruined!”

 “I say, if I were you,” I told him, “I’d do all I could to get this park repaired and back on track. Costs a whole lotta money. The last thing you need is to have your boss disappointed in you.”

 A brief look of fear came on his face. “Oh yes, yes, good idea, Wally.”

 “And your friend…whether you upstage him or what, you’d best be sure Blitzo stays out of trouble. I lost my job and almost my life because of that fight!” My yellow eyes shined in a show of sadness.

 “I-I will not let master Mammon down…not that I have a choice.”

 “Let Asmodeus know what’s up as well.”

 Robo Fizz nodded, spun away and laughed. “Time to find that rodeo clown imp!”

0 0 0

 Later on after leaving Greed, I got a brilliant idea. It was after I saw some old fashioned 1800s snake man in Pride plow down buildings with a metal bulldozer vehicle. That was it! I could start my own business!

 I walked over to 666 News station. “Oh Katie,” I said in my sweetest voice.

 “What is it, scum?” she asked, sitting at a mirror and doing her hair. “Can’t you see I’m preparing for a back to back broadcast right now?”

 “I was considering doing my very own commercial about me exploiting…erm, employing other demons for my new factory.”

 Katie barked out a laugh. “Good luck with that, filthy old man! Now get out of my studio.”

 “Very well,” I said. As quiet as a hell mouse, I snatched a camera with an eye at the center and made my way out the door. The rest of the materials I needed came from a nearby junkyard. (Thankfully I avoided the wrath of some hungry kangaroo parasitic queen demon). I was running out of money fast; with no job around the corner, I figured I’d start my own!

 Even I don’t really know where I got my inventing skills from. Many say it was my natural trait. Others say I learned from other experts in the trade. After all, one of the quickset ways to a man’s wallet is through the latest technology.

 But I, Wally Wackford would not settle for your standard modern devices. No. I preferred to make things…well, wacky.

 In no time at all, I had built myself my own mini studio where I could film my commercial! Now, what to call my company? Hmm…

  The Onceler One In a Lifetime Opportunity? No, not enough Ws.

 Wowing Whimsical Wonderous Wonders? Nah, too many Ws.

 Ah…of course! What is a company if you don’t have your name on it?

0 0 0

“Uh huh, keep going, keep going, keep going!” Blitzo insisted at the I.M.P. office.

 Moxxie switched the channel again. This time, an imp appeared wearing a large black top hat, a white shirt and pants, gray vest, black bow tie and black boots. He held a cane in his hands and he also had a thin curly mustache. A mischievous grin of sharp teeth appeared on his face.

 “I say, I say!” the imp exclaimed, briefly pointing his cane at the camera. “Are you looking to get work making crazy contraptions and goofy gadgets?” “Crazy Contraptions” and “Goofy Gadgets” appeared in bold spiked icons to the imp’s left and right. The imp twirled his cane.

 “Well call me at Wacky Wally Wackford’s Wacky Idea ‘Factory!’”

 He pulled down another screen. The title appeared in bold red, gray and white letters surrounded by pinkish circles reminiscent of classic cartoons. “Factory” appeared in quotations. Wally Wackford appeared again.

 “Where you make the things and I make the money!”

 Wally Wackford then got up closer to the camera with a pleading look. “Please, I’m very desperate!”

 “Bingo!” Blitzo called, shooting and exploding the TV again.

 0 0 0

 It was actually really easy to find where Blitzo was and the new sinner inventors. The killing company of imps had me very curious. If they could start a business, why shouldn’t I? And being in the company of amazing inventors…

 I could almost see the soul dollar bills floating into my hands.

 I snuck up to the building, merged into the floor, eavesdropped on their fascinating conversation…

  0 0 0

Crash!

 A metal plank crashed into the room from above as Moxxie scurried out of the way. Loopty Goopty strolled down the plank. “Blitz!”

 “Loofa!” Blitzo called, saying his name wrong. “We can explain everything. I was…”

 Crash!

 Millie pulled Moxxie out of the way before another metal plank landed in the spot where he would’ve been. From on the floor, Blitzo’s butt was very much in view. Blitzo glanced down at him and remarked, “Oh chill out Moxxie, if you kiss my ass any harder you’ll go right inside me.”

 Moxxie turned beet red in the face and scooted further back. Millie helped him up again.  

 “Thanks for saving me again,” Moxxie said. “I would’ve foamed at the mouth and maybe died again.”

 “Why would you think I would ever ignore you?”

 Moxxie shrugged.

 Just then, the demonic form of a man rolled down the plank. His body was black and spherical, with a mint green head wearing a black bowler hat on top. He had a large bushy light gray mustache and pince-nez goggles with dark red spirals on the lens like Loopty. His grinning teeth resembled piano keys.

 “Lyle Lipton?!” Millie, Moxxie, and Blitzo asked in unison.

 “I don’t understand,” said Millie. “We thought you went to Heaven.”

 Lyle Lipton chuckled. “Heaven?” He rolled toward Loopty Goopty. “You don’t make millions in technological advances in robotics by not experimenting on the poor!” He laughed.

 Loopy Goopty grinned as he unleashed his weapons in front of Lyle Lipton. “Finally! We meet again at last! Now that you’re dead, you have no money to keep from me!”

 “Well, I’m a better inventor than you!” Lyle scoffed. “And I’ll make the most money here first!”

 “Nonsense you no good son of a bitch!”

 “Tie yourself in a knot, loony Loopty!”

 “Roll in your grave, fat shit inventor!”

 “Two robotic inventors?!” called a nearby voice. A steampunk blimp hovered in the air and a well-dressed snake demon appeared from a hole in his ship.

 “Who is that guy?” Lyle Lipton asked.

 “I’m the one and only Sir Pentious!” he declared. Several Egg Bois were steering his ship. The eye on his dark top hat peered at the other sinners in curiosity. “With my dominating machines, I aim to take over all of Pentagram City!” Then he muttered, “The repairs were a fucking nightmare to endure.” He glanced at the leftover cracks and holes on the metal sides of his ship.

 “Oooh!” Loopty exclaimed in admiration. “I’ve only seen such inventions in old time history books. How long have you been here?”

 “Since eighteen eighty eight!”

 “Love the loopy numbers!” Loopty grinned, making three small eights with his contraptions. “I’m Loopty Goopty! Lyle is my could’ve been partner in crime but actually rival!”

 “When you’re rich as me, who needs a dead partner!” Lyle exclaimed.

 “You’re dead too, you know!”

 “Where did you cowardly sinners get here?” Sir Pentious asked.

 “Well we just got here,” Lyle called. “Experimenting on the poor made us millionaires! Just…be careful when messing with anti-aging machines. Made us both old.”

 “A machine that changes one’s age?” Sir Pentious pondered. “That could prove to be ussseful in the future,” he hissed.

 “Oh, you should join us, snake man!” Loopy suggested. “Or me, rather.”

 Sir Pentious briefly glared. “Hmm. While I’m perfectly capable of spreading my constrictive terror on my own…I suppose having some…lackey sidekicks would suffice.”

 “Don’t call us lackeys!” Lyle sneered. “And I’m not working with him!”

 “Maybe if we briefly collaborate as a team…”

 Lyle grumbled in annoyance.

 After a moment, Sir Pentious sighed. “Okay, you may join me, but…”

 He spread out his hood, revealing pink eyes. “Don’t even think about crossssing me.” He pulled his hood back. “Now go gather your contraptions and help me manage those scrambled fucking eggs!”

 A bunch of eggs in top hats and suits rolled out and jumped on the two inventors, who were stunned.

 Loopty then laughed evilly. “Inventors to inventors it is!”

 Just then, I popped out of the ground in the room.

  “Did someone say, I say inventors?! Name’s Wally Wackford, and I am lookin’ for creative new people to exploit! I mean employ.” I twirled my mustache with an evil grin.

 At last, a chance to expand my business of the mass production of robotic Fizzarollis! All of Hell will go crazy when they get a chance to buy all the sex robots, the merchandise, everything...and all to profit ME!

 “Everyone, stop fucking up my walls!” Blitzo yelled. “Moxxie’s gonna have to fix all this shit! Satan’s balls! First we deal with Heaven’s table-scraps, now this?”

 I smiled. “Well I guess you can say, you say, you have a holey operation here, Blitzo!”

 I slapped my knee and laughed at my own joke.

 “Get out,” Blitzo muttered.

 Soon I doubled down on the floor laughing. “Oh! I said, ‘o’!”

 Blitzo yelled, “No, I’m serious, get the fuck out!”

 Everyone in the room looked at Blitzo in shock and surprise.

0 0 0

 And then, that one other time where I helped host the Harvest Moon Festival Pain Games!

 Wally Wackford a.k.a. me…stood on the wooden stage, holding a gray microphone decorated with an eye in the center and small horns on the top. I wore my usual white shirt, vest, white pants and dark boots. I twirled my black cane and tipped my black top hat.

 I spoke dramatically through the microphone.

 “Welcome, I say welcome all to Wrath Ring’s annual Harvest Moon Festival! To kick things up, we have the great prince Stolas-a here to user in this here Pain Games!”

 Stolas took the microphone from me and chuckled in slight embarrassment.

“How kind, Wackford.”

 Stolas then addressed the audience. “Greetings tiny Wrath Ring imps. I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!”

 A crowd of imps glared at him and several boos were heard. Many of these Wrath imps were impoverished farmers who lived on scraps, meat or good crops if they were lucky. The food they worked so hard to produce was consumed by royalty and those in the other Rings. But the reward for their work was being underfed, underpaid and underappreciated instead. The unbalanced cycle had lasted for generations.

 I, too, stared at Stolas with a glare in my eyes. That rich royal thinks he can parade around, doing whatever he wants. Well unfortunately for him, I have plans of my own. Once he sees what I’m capable of…

 He will know who really rules the roost.

 Stolas obliviously continued. “I’m happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest imps to show their skill and dominance.” He did a little wave with his fingers. “Good luck to you all!” He noticed Blitzo in the crowd beside Moxxie and Striker and spoke lower. “Especially that sexy little one there! Yoo-hoo, Blitzy!”

 “Oh fuck me,” Blitzo scowled.

 A gun went off and the games began.

 The first event was the race. Moxxie was instantly trampled by the other racers.

 The second event was the high jump. Striker climbed over the high wooden ramp structure with ease and raced after Blitzo who jumped past him. Moxxie struggled to keep his balanced as he reached the top. He slipped down, trying to use his claws to hold on. He fell with a splash in a small puddle…and was promptly chewed on by a monstrous black and white shark with several red eyes.

 The third event was an event with rope. Striker grinned as he held a tied up Blitzo. Blitzo’s arms, legs and horns were all tied up. Moxxie gulped as a stronger grinning imp tied him up with ease.

 The fourth event was tug of war. The crowd cheered as the two teams pulled hard. Striker, Blitzo and Moxxie were on a team. Moxxie stumbled and fell into nearby water, where the shark attacked him again.

 The fifth event was mud wrestling. Blitzo and Striker grinned as they wrestled each other, Striker getting the upper hand as he held Blitzo down, arms locked. Moxxie was instantly crushed in a football hurdle by a group of imps. As they got off of him, Moxxie sat up. And the shark leaped out of the water and over the fence.

 “Mother fucker!” Moxxie screamed as the shark crushed him. (Moxxie somehow survived all this.)

 I hopped back on stage.

 “I say, I say for the first year ever, we have a tie, for the winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!”

 Stolas took the microphone from me again.

 “The winners are…Striker, and my darling Blitzy!” Stolas did a one-legged pose as the crowd cheered.

 “Just say my name right!” Blitzo complained. He muttered “Fucking dick,” as he and Striker walked onto the stage.

0 0 0

After the event, I noticed that I.M.P. and Stolas had left. After sharing an undiscernible look with Striker, we parted ways.

 I soon returned to a special place in Greed, tired but determined. I walked alone down dark hallways, torches burning green flames on either side. I wagged my pointed red tail.

 I pushed open the double doors and came across a marvelous sight.

 Gold. Heaps of it, just shining brightly all around the vast spacious chamber. Gold pillars held up the cavern-like ceiling, a chandelier made of bones and diamonds hung from above. There were chests of necklaces, precious gems, goblets and weapons of every shape and size. Hanging on a far wall, concealed in shadow were angelic weapons…at least half a dozen.

 I stared around in amazement. Even Lucifer would be surprised if he could see this place.

 I raced around and tossed the gold coins into the air. In a craze, I rolled around in a nearby pile of green dollar souls. With a grin, I stood up and stared with pride at the grinning face of the jester printed on there.

 A face confident in his ability to deceive others, pursue wealth and bask in endless entertainment.

 The grinning face was all too familiar…

 …because it was my face.

 Wally Wackford leaned his head back, mouth open in a high pitched shriek as dark magic flickered around him. The imp form fell and morphed into shadow. In the imp’s place, a large black beast with thick fur, razor sharp claws and red eyes decorating the body. The figure stood up on two powerful furry legs and sat comfortably in a giant golden throne that occupied the center of the chamber. Angular jester clothing of red, gold and purple stripes adorned the wolf body. And finally, a large spiked black crown sat atop the dark loopy jester hat with bells at the ends. A white and gold jester face showed sharp white teeth and glowing yellow eyes. Dark clawed hands juggled fresh demon skulls into the air and popped them into his large mouth. He crunched loudly before swallowing every bit.

 My imp disguise was perfect. Literally no one else save for Robo Fizz and a few elites knew who was underneath. And even then, my magic was so powerful it could easily confuse anyone around me.

 Being an imp has its advantages; you can travel anywhere and gather information along the way. You can track imps from a killing company and find out where they’ll likely travel to next. You can affiliate yourself with your own robotic creations, some slave imps and succubi…and then in your own form, work with a fellow Deadly Sin on the next stage.

 A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

 Funny, really. Wally Wackford could easily be a separate being, born into poverty, learning to scam others at an early age and go up from there. I, however, didn’t need to learn anything…deceiving others and attracting material wealth was a natural talent. As was shapeshifting.

 Lucifer might not be happy with me coping his idea of a theme park…but business is business…and in Hell, anything goes.

 That incompetent prince Stolas would be dead soon enough. No more Goetia showoffs to get in the way of my rule and reputation. At least the prince’s wife was rightfully concerned with maintaining tradition that has existed for centuries. Aside from my dear friend Lucifer, I was, and should be, the most powerful being in Hell. I’ll keep exploiting those I choose because money is money.

 Those I.M.P. assassins have no idea who they were dealing with.

 I let out a crazed evil laugh, intermingled with a wolf’s howl. With a single touch of my hand, my nearby scepter turned into gold. I admired its shiny flawless sheen. Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor, Beelzebub and myself…the Seven Deadly Sins…circus-loving rulers of the Overlords and in charge of maintaining chaotic order in our respective Rings.

  I, Mammon, had much to do.

#wally wackford #helluvaboss #helluva boss theory #mammon

[dabble-writes]

Death’s Bride--(4)

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Pairing:

Namjoon/Reader

Summary:

You are a Seer. What is a Seer? A Seer is someone whose sixth sense is stronger than most people’s and can see Death. You did not want to be one, you just want to be normal—yet what happens when Death comes for you? No, not for you to die—for you to be his bride.

*Based on a novel I wrote before in Wattpad by the same title*

Tags:

Romance, Fantasy, Comedy

Warnings:

Mentions of death, violence

CHAPTER 3: THE EX

“Tell me who kidnapped you.”

An image of Jin’s smirking face appeared in your mind and you turned away from him.

“You don’t know? That shows how clueless you are.”

Namjoon gently grabbed your shoulders and turned you, “Y/N, please.”

You opened your mouth to tell him the truth and thought better of it. Jin is Namjoon’s most “loyal” adviser and friend. You are just some girl Namjoon convinced to be his unwilling bride who managed to get kidnapped and almost sexual assaulted. Who’s word is he going to believe? Because you were sure that Jin will defend yourself and twist your words to make you seem like a liar.

But shouldn’t you tell him, a voice in your head said, who knows? He might actually believe you.

Yeah right, you knew deep down he wouldn’t. You still couldn’t believe Jin’s betrayal and you’ve only known him for a few weeks.

“Um…can we not talk about this now…?” You asked, hoping to delay the conversation until you can find proof. That’ll be the only way he will believe you.

“No, I have to know every detail. It’s very alarming that my bride got kidnapped. I need to know who it is so I can apprehend this person.”

You bit your lip, except you won’t believe me.

“I-I actually don’t remember who kidnapped me. It was such a blur and I feel very exhausted with everything that happened tonight.”

It didn’t look like Namjoon was convinced, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead he said, “Alright then I won’t keep you long so you can rest. Just tell me what you remember.”

You nodded, glad he wasn’t pressuring you about the kidnapper, “Okay, I went out of the castle—”

“You went out of the castle?” Namjoon asked, not looking happy.

You realized your mistake too late, “Oh…um…sorry…?”

“ ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. Didn’t I warn you not to go out of the castle?

“Fine, I fucked up, happy?” You said in frustration, “do you want me to continue or not?”

He still didn’t seem pleased, but he nodded, “Go on.”

“I went out of the castle and before I knew it, I was knocked out. When I woke up, I realized I was in this room, tied up, and I met some demons. There was one…I think his name was Jimin?...they were kind of weird…well, they used to work for you.”

Namjoon nodded, his expression thoughtful, “I guess it makes sense, those demons were always trouble-makers and have a mind of their own. You may continue.”

You but your lip, trying to figure out a way to tell the story as truthfully as possible without saying it was Jin.

“Then some guy came in, I think he was their leader or something. It was pretty dark, so I couldn’t get a good look at his face.”

“Did he said anything? What are his plans?”

You looked at him in confusion, “Why would you tell your prisoner your plans? That doesn’t seem very smart.”

“You’ll be surprised how common that is.”

“Now that I think about it…he did say that he wanted to eliminate you and that he needed me to do that. He also mentioned something about the prophecy.”

Wait, why did I said that?

Namjoon looked surprised at the last sentence, “He mentioned the prophecy? What did he said?”

“U-uh,” You didn’t know what to say, “...um...he seemed to be under the impression that I am the bride of the prophecy...”

“How come?” He actually looked very curious, “Did he said why?”

“Well...” You kind of regret mentioning the prophecy, “...he sort of said that even though you didn’t know some parts of the prophecy, you followed it. Like making that deal with my grandma and picking me instead.”

 “Really...?”, He seemed thoughtful, “Interesting....did he mention anything else?”

“I don’t think so.”, you lied. 

Namjoon studied you, “Something seems out of place, as if you’re lying…”

You forced yourself to remain a neutral expression, “I am not.”

He took a step closer to you and stared at your eyes, “Are you sure?”

Boom-Boom.

Your heart raced at his close proximity and you felt your ears grow warm and knew that they were red.

What’s wrong with me? You thought, get a grip and answer the damn question!

You looked away from his eyes, the intensity of his stare was too much for you, 

“Yes.”

“Then why can’t you look at me in the eye?”

You crossed your arms and tried to will your heart to stop beating so fast, “Why would I want to look at your eyes anyway? They are cold and disturbing.”

Before you could react, Namjoon took your face and forced you to look into his eyes. You noticed that they actually weren’t black like you thought so before, but a very dark shade of brown. Also his eyelashes are actually—wait, what?

“Don’t touch me!” You cried and pulled away from his grasp.

Boom-Boom.

“It didn’t bother you before, why are you acting this way now?” Namjoon seemed amused by your flushed appearance and you glared at him.

“I already said all I know, can I go now?”

“Alright, go rest, but don’t think this conversation is over.”

You huffed and stomped out of the room, not caring whether it made you seem childish or not. When you were a reasonable distance away, you stopped and placed a hand on your chest.

Boom-Boom.

Why am I acting this way?, you thought, why do I find myself liking his eyelashes? Why does my heart keep having an attack when he’s around? You remembered the feeling of his hands on yours; they were surprisingly warm.

You leaned against the wall, what’s wrong with me?

Could it be…not it can’t be.

You gasped as you sunk down to the floor and found yourself in quite a predicament.

You liked Namjoon.  

The stupid prophecy was right…well at least for me. You knew Namjoon cared for you, but he seemed too closed off to return your feelings. 

Lord, how is this possible? When did this happen? Yet the pounding of your heart and the tingling feeling of your stomach proved it.

No, it’s just a crush, you thought, some stupid crush. Namjoon saved you from Jungkook so now you have a crush on him, no biggie.      

You pressed you head against your hands, it’s just a crush, you’ll get over it. I mean, it’s normal to have a crush on a cute guy. And Namjoon is really hot. Okay, stop thinking about how hot Namjoon is…

You had the sinking feeling that this was a crush that will be hard to get rid of.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

You looked up to see Jisoo, your only comfort now.

“I don’t get it.” You sighed and sank back to your bed.

“Y/N, dear, you’ve been in that bed all morning, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You groaned, your nose stuffy from crying so much.

“You’ve been crying.” She observed and sat beside you.

“I keep thinking of the incident with Jungkook,” you admit, “I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. Whenever I close my eyes, I still see him. The way he looked at me with such hunger, and it scares me. And I really have no one to blame but myself; I shouldn’t have been so naïve.”

“I was not your fault“, Jisoo said gently, “That boy was, if you excuse my language, an ass. He shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that; he was definitely no gentleman.” 

You smiled softy at her, “Thanks Jisoo.”

“But that’s not all, right? I feel that there’s something more that’s troubling you.”

You turned to her, “How do you know?”

“Intuition. Now what’s bothering you?”

You sighed, it’s ridiculous, “I can’t say it.”

“Come on, you have a mouth, you could say it.”

The corners of you lips lifted up, “You’re right, but that’s not the case.”

 “So you won’t say it?”

You bit your lip, “That makes it sound like I don’t want to say it to you. I do want to, but I’m just scared.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Y/N.”

 You took a deep breath, 

“But didn’t you hate Death?”

You sighed, “I thought so too, but maybe that strong feeling wasn’t hate…but love…? Ugh, forget I said that, that sounded super corny.”

Jisoo looked at you, “I suspected.”

“What?”

“I knew you’ll eventually fall in love with him.”, she said sadly.

You frowned, you just came upon this realization quite recently, how does she know?

“Wait a second, I’m not in love with him, I just have some silly crush.” You quickly corrected her, panicking a little.

Nope, it’s definitely too soon to be talking about serious feelings like love.

Jisoo studied you, “I think we both know that is really not the case.”

“Why do you think I’m in love with him?”

“Intuition.” She answered, smirking.

You gave an exasperated cry, “C’mon, be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“Okay, let’s say that I do love him—which I don’t—is it that easy to read me? Do you think he knows?”

“No, I don’t think he knows. He seems like he’ll be dense at these kind of things. I just have an instinct for this.”

You frownwd as you clutched a pillow to your chest, “It doesn’t matter anyway because he will never like me.”

Jisoo touched your shoulder, “You might be surprised.”

You sat up, “What are you trying to say? That he likes me? How do you know.”

“Intuition.” She simply said.

It took all your willpower to not throw your pillow at Jisoo.

“There’s also something else, Jisoo...”

“What is it?”

You hesitated, then said, “I sort of lied to Namjoon; I know who my kidnapper was.”

Jisoo looked surprised, “Then why didn’t you tell Death?”

“Because he won’t believe me!” You cried, “I hardly believe it myself...?”

“Who is it?”

“...Jin.”

“Jin? Jin as Death’s most trusted adviser? Second in command? The one with all the bad puns? That Jin?”

This was all the confirmation I needed to know that I need proof before I tell Namjoon. If Jisoo, who hardly knows Jin, doesn’t believe me, how can Namjoon?

You sighed, “See? You don’t believe me either.”

“I’m just...surprised. Jin doesn’t seem like the type at all.”

“Well he is.” You thought bitterly. 

“Jisoo, I don’t see the justice in this! How can a criminal, a traitor, run around free, while I’m the one that keeps getting locked up in this room?”

“You never did told Death about Jin, so of course Jin will still be roaming around. And you did broke Death’s trust—”

“What trust?” You asked bitterly, “When did he ever trust me?”

“Oh don’t act so sour, you’ll be surprised how much he trusted you.”

“Hmph,” you said, not quite believing that, “still, it just boils my blood that I still see Jin every day and he just acts like nothing has happened!”

“Remind me again why you cannot tell Death about Jin?”

“Because I don’t have proof,” you explained, “it’s my word over Jin’s and, as you nicely stated, Namjoon doesn’t trust me.”

“Who’s fault is that?”, You heard Jisoo mutter and you glared at her.

“I just wished there was some way we can prove he’s conspiring against Namjoon…”

“We?”

“Yes, you’re going to help me.”

“Wait, how can I be of help?”

“You’re the best help!” You exclaimed, “You’re the maid. Jin won’t suspect you. He might suspect me, but not you.”

The more you thought about it, the more it made sense—no one ever suspects the maid!

She still looked a little unconvinced, so you gave her your best pouty face, “Please Jisoo? For me?”

You guessed it worked because Jisoo looked at you and sighed, “Okay, fine, what do you want me to do?”

You squealed with happiness, Jisoo was in!

“Y/N….”

“What?” You asked.

“What exactly do you want me to do?”

You blushed; you were too concerned with enlisting Jisoo’s help that you didn’t think of what she could do to actually help.

Hm…what do they do in spy movies…?”

“I know! Doe Jin have a room in this castle that is his?”

“Does his office count?”

You gave her an incredulous look, “Wait, Jin has an office?”

Jisoo nodded,” Yes, so does Death.”

He does?

“Interesting information. But now, I want you to bug Jin’s office.”

Jisoo gave you a look of confusion, “You want me to fill his office with bugs?”

You burst out laughing, amused that Jisoo took it that way.

“What’s so funny, Y/N? I know you want your revenge and everything, but I don’t think bugs are going to help.”

You had to wipe tears from your eyes and you choked out, “I-it’s not that, Jisoo! I-it’s a term for keeping the room under s-surveillance.”

“Oh.”

“Do you think you can do that?”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Hm…I don’t think there will be any surveillance equipment in this place.

“We are going to have to do it the old-fashion way—follow him.”

“So we are stalking him?”

“Wellll….stalking is such a strong word…but yes.”

She gave you a look, “You’re not going to let me back out of this are you?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then.” She sighed.

“Great! Watch, in no time we’ll find something to use against him, I know we can!”

Jisoo smiled, “Anything to have justice.”

“Look, there’s Jin!”

Once you have Jisoo a crash course on ‘how-to-stalk’, you decided to follow Jin to find his office (since Jisoo doesn’t know since Jin is so secretive).

You were right behind Jisoo as you crept behind Jin, who was reading some papers and muttering to himself.

See? Obviously a traitor. How can Namjoon not realize this?

“How far away can his office be?” You muttered in Jisoo’s ear as you made another turn.

“Far.” Jisoo answered you and you had to agree because this place is huge.

Jin finally entered a door and closed it.

“Do you think it’s his office?”, you asked Jisoo.

“Probably.”

“So what do we do now?”, you asked her.

“Wait.”

You groaned and leaned on the wall, “Really? How long do you think Jin will be in his office?”

“Possibly a few hours.”

“A few hours?”

Great.

“How about I stay here and keep watch while you do something else?”

“Hm…you may be right. Jin will be very suspicious if he sees me hanging around his office. You sure you’ll be fine on your own?”

She nodded, “I’ve heard of spies in the war, so I know a few things about espionage. Are you sure that you can find your way back?”

You looked back at the hallway you came from and paled. Oh crap.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Just don’t get lost.”. Jisoo advised.

“Like I get lost on purpose.” You muttered under your breath and walked in the direction you came from. You silently prayed for the best.

You passed by a window and was surprised to see it. So this place actually has windows? Very excited, you pulled the curtain and realized it was no window; it was a wall. How weird, who would put curtains in front of a wall?

“Y/N, why do I find you in the strangest places?”

Namjoon!

You turned around, your face red and heart beat erratically, “Um…I don’t know…?”

That was lame even in your ears.

Namjoon lifted an eyebrow at you, “Are you lost again?”

You turned a deeper shade of red, “So what if I am? You couldn’t have made a bigger castle, right?”

Oh my god, shut up, you’re just embarrassing yourself even more.

“I love your petty attempt at sarcasm.”

Urgh, kill me.

“Ha, ha.” You said weakly as you tried to cover the fact that you’re so embarrassed.

He studied you, then said, “Come on, I’ll help you back to your room.”

You followed him and muttered, “Thanks.”

“What was that?” he said, smiling,

“I’m not going to say that again.”

“Pride is one the seven deadly sins, you know.”

You snorted, “I’m glad you know your seven deadly sins, Namjoon.”

“Did you just snort? Do you want to die an early death?”

You grinned, you knew by now when Namjoon is joking and when he’s serious.

“What’s the difference? I’m still going to be here.”

“Oh believe me, my bride, there’s a huge difference.”

“’My bride’?”, This time you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Think nothing of it,” Namjoon answered, “

“Ah yes,” You couldn’t wash away the feeling of disappointment that he didn’t say it out of any affection.

Of course not, you chastised yourself, you’re the one with the crush, not him. He doesn’t like you, remember?

You walked in silence and you decided to ask something you’ve been curious about for some time now.

“So who was your favorite bride?”, you asked innocently.

Namjoon studied you, “Is this a trick question?”

“No, a genuine one.”

“I don’t know,” He answered thoughtfully, “they were all amusing in their own way.

You felt a bitter taste in your mouth and repressed your jealousy.

“Did any of them called you by your name?”

“No, you’re the first one.”

“Why’s that?” You asked curiously.

“You were the first one to ask,” Namjoon answered, “No one bothered to before. They just saw me as ‘Death’.”

You were a bit annoyed by the other brides, that’s strange they didn’t ask for his name.

“Did you ever love any of them?”

“I am Death, I do not love.” He said with such conviction that it made you pause.

“That’s not true, you were raised as a human and you do have human emotions. You’re just too stubborn to show them.”

“Ah, I almost forgot that Jin told you I was raised by humans, that traitor.” He laughed and you flinched. That hit too close to home.

If only you knew, you thought, but don’t worry, I’ll get my proof and you won’t be ignorant much longer.

You took a deep breath, “Fine, but back to the topic, when you were with humans, you must have loved.”

He frowned and turned away, “As I said before, I do not love. I never had and never would.”

Somehow, you felt as if he were lying.

Who hurt you?, you thought and you reached to your room. You were reluctant to leave him just yet; this conversation wasn’t that bad and it was almost pleasant to talk to him.

“Well I need to go now.” Namjoon quickly said and walked away; he gave you no opportunity for you to say anything in return.

Jerk, how did I ever ending up liking him?, you thought.

I wish I could get high on air, you thought bitterly as you blew a stray strand of hair on your face away. At least it would provide me with some entertainment.

At that moment, the door flew open and a young girl rushed in and closed the door behind her.

“Who are you?” you asked as you jumped up from your chair.

The girl looked like she was in  her mid-20s and had perfect porcelain skin. She had long blonde hair that was up in a high ponytail and she was in trousers and and a white, blousey shirt. The girl then noticed you and grinned.

“Hey, you’re Death’s new bride, right?”

“I asked my question first so you should answer, seeing how you just barged into my room and interrupted.”

“Ah, sorry, but it didn’t seem like you were doing much of anything,” She retorted, a twinkle in her eye.

You blushed, “That’s none of your business.”

She shrugged, “Alright then.”

You stared at each other in silence and you finally spoke.

“Why are you here?”

She just smirked, “As you said ‘none of your business;”

Okay, seriously, this girl is getting a bit annoying.

“Will you cut it out already? You’re the one that came here, looking very suspicious, like someone was chasing you.”

A sword was pointed to your chest so fast you didn’t have time to think. She stared at you dangerously, “I said it’s none of your business.”

“Whoa there, let’s not get carried away…” you said and then got a good look at the sword, and then back at the girl, “Wait, I know who you are! You’re that pirate…LE!”

Her eyes narrowed  and you felt her add pressure to the sword and you became nervous. You didn’t want your death to be by a sword.

“Who told you my name?”

“J-Jin….?” You stammered and you hope she won’t get angry.

“Oh, that good for nothing. He can never really keep his mouth shut.” She smiled as she sheathed her sword.

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, um, thanks. I’m Y/N, by the way, Namjoon’s current bride.” You said and held out your hand.

“Oh is that his name? Namjoon? I’ve always wondered.” LE gave you a huge grin as she slapped your hand and gripped it with a hearty handshake.

“What are you doing here?”, you asked, very curious. You haven’t seen any of Namjoon’s other brides.

She shrugged, “I’m bored, like you. I figured I could wonder around the castle, but then I nearly ran into Jin. So before he noticed me I slipped into this door.”

“Why don’t you want to run into Jin?” You asked. Maybe she knows something I don’t.

“We have a long history, me and Jin. It’s just better to avoid him.”

Yup, this chick seems to have the right idea.

“Do you mind telling me your history with him?”

“I do mine, so nope.”

You pouted, “C’mon, tell me.”

“Wow, you’re really annoying. I wonder why Death chose you to be his bride.”

You turned pink and looked away, “Beats me. I am just an ordinary girl, not even half as awesome as some of his other brides.”

Careful, Y/N, you bitterness and jealousy is showing.

“Oh now, don’t be so harsh on yourself. Just be less whiny and learn to defend yourself.”

“Defend myself?” You asked, that caught your attention.

“Yeah, especially if you’re going to be Death’s bride.”

An idea occurred to you.

“Can you, maybe, teach me?”

“Me? Teach you? Hm…not a bad idea.”

“So you will?” You asked, very hopeful.

“I will, but I need to set a few ground rules now. One: don’t be annoying, I can’t stand annoying people. Two: listen to everything I say. And three: say this to no one.”

“Is it because you don’t want Jin to find out?”

“If you’re fond of your pinkies, I suggest you shut your mouth.”

You smiled, “Deal.”

Despite your slight jealousy of this girl, you can’t help but start to like her.

“No, you’re doing it all wrong.”

LE showed you how to correctly hold your sword.

“LE?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to you and Jin?”

She maneuvered her sword and pressed it against your chest, “A very important rule: do not get distracted.”

You sigh as you pushed her sword away from your chest, “You’re just avoiding the subject.”

You stepped to the side to avoid her sword.

“You don’t know anything. Just pay attention.”

You avoided another attack and struck, “Just answer the damn question!”

“What did I say about being annoying?”, LE said through her narrowed eyes.

“I think you’re being annoying in not answering my question.” You answered as you counter-attacked.

“How about this, if you an beat me, I will answer your question.”, LE said, confident in her ability.

Powered by a new goal, you struck her and you were engaged in a battle.

It was a few weeks ago that you begun the secret lessons. You started practicing in an empty room, since your room didn’t have the space for you to do complex movements.

Surprisingly, sword fighting was fun and quite exciting, not to mention that it was the perfect cure to your boredom.

“Ha!” You cried as you finally knocked her sword out of her hand and hovered your sword in front of your chest.

LE held her hands up, her chest going up and down in a fast pace, “Okay, you won fair and square, put your sword down and I’ll tell you the cursed story.”

You smiled victoriously as you sheathed your sword. LE picked up her sword and sat on the floor. You sat down next to her and looked at LE expectantly.

She sighed and started her story.

“I wasn’t always a pirate. I came from a little town by the sea. I always saw pirates dock their boats and wanted to be a pirate. It was impossible though because women weren’t supposed to be pirates.

“So, I dressed up as a man to have less trouble. A retired pirate taught me all I know about sword fighting and by the time I was four and ten years, I went against my parent’s wishes and became a pirate. That was the last time I saw them.

“The Golden Ranger, that was ship I was part of the crew in, and she was a beauty. I could talk about all my adventures with her, but that’s another story. One day, I saw this strange man in the ship. I assumed he was a new member of the crew, so I didn’t put much thought into it.

“He later approached me and called me by my name, my real name, and said I was to be his bride. Obviously, I refused and didn’t believe him. He later sent another man, who I later found out was Jin. He tried to convince me to go, but I just pushed him overboard.”

“Wait, you pushed Jin off the ship?”, you had the giggle at the mental image.

“What? Like I told you, I can’t stand annoying people. And he was becoming quite annoying.”

“So what happened next?”

“Death definitely didn’t sent Jin again, that’s for sure. He took me to this place and I met Jin again. He tried to make amends and show me around the castle, but I refused saying I don’t need someone like him and I could find my way around without him.”

“What did he say?” You interrupted her, intrigued by this story, she smiled.

“He followed me around like a lost puppy. Then I told him to stop following me and he shrugged and left. That’s when I got lost and cursed him for being right. We became friends afterwards. Death started hanging around with me too and that’s when it became bad.”

“Bad? In what way?”

“Jin started getting jealous of Death. One day, he snapped at me, saying I was being too nice to Death. Boy, did I give him a piece of my mind. That’s when he confessed his love to me.”

“Wait, he’s in love with you?” You gasped, you didn’t expect this plot twist.

“Let me finish the story. I liked him, but as a friend and nothing else, so I just told him that I thought of him as a friend. That night, to take away my frustrations, I challenged Death to a duel and lost.”

“Wait, why were you frustrated? You weren’t the one that was rejected.”

“You ask too many questions.” LE said, smiling.

“Jin said the same thing.” You blurted out and she laughed.

“Well, that’s one thing me and him have in common.”

“Why were you frustrated?” You tried again and she sighed.

“I didn’t realize it, but I liked Jin more than I thought I did. I realized it too late.”

“Okay, you died and ended up not being Namjoon’s bride, why don’t you talk to him now? Isn’t the feeling mutual?”

“You don’t understand, the last words he said to me was ‘go then, die for all I care’. You see, I don’t think he loves me anymore, that’s why I avoid him to avoid the awkwardness.”

“So you haven’t seen him once all this time?”

“When I don’t want to be found, I’m not found.”

Whoa, no wonder he’s all bitter and became a traitor. Still, it’s still a dick move to betray your friend like that.

LE stood up, “That’s enough of a break, let’s go and practice.”

You were in your room, practicing with your sword, when you heard a knock. You quickly hid the sword under the bed and called out, “Who’s there?”

“Can I come in?”

You recognized Namjoon’s voice and was surprised; he rarely visited you in your room, since he is normally very busy during the day doing Death stuff. 

“Yeah, sure.” You said as you tried to sit casually on the bed.

He opened the door and you noticed that he was carrying some books.

“Am I interrupting something?” Namjoon asked and you shook your head.

“Uh, no, I wasn’t doing anything in particular...”

“Why are you sweating?” He asked curiously as he walked up to you.

You blushed, “Um...a little bit ago I was trying to do some exercise, you know build up the muscle. Kind of cooling off now. What’s up?”

He walked up to you and handed you the books, “I realized that I may be a bit harsh telling you to stay in this room with nothing to do. I found some books that you might like so that you don’t have to be here so bored.”

You looked at the books and smiled, touched by the gesture, “No, it’s really touching, thank you.”

“I didn’t know what kind of books you liked, so I selected different genres. If you like, maybe I can have Jin show you where the library is.”

You winced at the mention of Jin, “Uh, that’s okay. Why don’t you show me instead?”

He looked surprised, “Um, sure, I can do that. Just not today since I’m so busy. I just happened to have a small break so I brought the books over.”

You smiled as you traced your finger along the spine of one the books, “Well, thanks for taking time off your busy schedule to visit little old me.”

He smiled, showing his dimples, “I’ll see you around then.”

“I’ll see you around.”

You were still smiling long after he left the room. 

#namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #rm fanfic #rm x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #Death AU #death!namjoon #namjoon #rm #jin #LE #exid #jisoo #blackpink #death's bride

[clynnra]

Transplant

Posted this on AO3 and here for those interested. This fic is inspired by this TV Guide article about episode 7x23. Huge thanks to my amazing beta Phoebe Miller for her invaluable suggestions and ideas about grammar, syntax, and story. I really appreciated the thorough feedback to help my story actually flow. And forever thanks to SheppardMcKay for getting me into posting fic in the first place.

Spoilers for 7x21, 7x22 and 7x23 just in case.

Danny pulled the Camaro into the driveway. Pressing his forehead at the top of the steering wheel, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. After about a minute of deep breathing, he dragged himself out of the car and into the house. He dropped his keys on the small table near the door before trudging into the kitchen and straight to the fridge. Beer. He needed beer. Popping the top - setting a record for speed - he gulped down the Longboard until he had to stop for a breath, the slight burn of the alcohol making him hiss.

Dammit, Steve.

Digging his fingertips into his closed eyes, he took another deep breath before heading to the living room and settling on the couch. Placing the half drunk bottle on the coffee table in front of him, Danny sprawled and let his head rest on the cushions so he stared at the ceiling. 

He couldn’t believe the crazy shit that Steve had pulled lately, and the fact that he hadn’t slowed down even after the transplant - How many beatings would it take to make the guy slow the fuck down? Last week, he got shot and just picked the bullet out of his vest like it was a perfectly normal occurrence. All Danny could do back then was shake his head in exasperation. He shook his head again on the couch cushion. When he’d found Steve bloodied and dazed from fighting Lee Campbell, he nearly burst a blood vessel. He had missed the insane fight but saw the collateral damage visible all around that room and on Steve and Campbell’s body. More scars and injuries catalogued on Steve’s battered body.

Focusing on the planks of the ceiling, he just didn’t know what to do anymore. Danny had come so close to losing Steve for real. Not to mention how close he’d come to dying himself. Ever since he’d somehow managed to land that plane on the beach, he couldn’t stop worrying about his partner. Worse than before. Despite his joking at the doctor’s office, he was concerned about Steve’s well being and recovery from the transplant. He wanted to tell the doctor everything, but he’d never betray Steve even if it was for his own good. Other people did that to Steve, but Danny wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He loved him too much to do that to him.

Which was why Danny had pulled Steve aside after yet another ridiculous chase of a drug runner resulted in him dodging a speeding car and rolling before shooting out the tires of the scumbag. 

“What the fuck was that, Steven?” He moved him away from the rest of the team cuffing the perp and his men after the car had plowed into a dumpster. 

Panting, Steve replied, “I had to stop them!” 

“By almost getting run over? Why didn’t you wait for me to get the car?” 

“Didn’t have time,” shrugged Steve.

Danny’s blood pressure couldn’t get any worse. “That’s the problem, Steve! You don’t think about your safety enough and just jump headlong into shit and expect me to follow. But sometimes it gets to be too much. I can’t handle seeing you hurt. I… fuck this. I can’t right now. Catch a ride back with one of the others. I’ll talk to you later before I kill you myself.” 

Striding away from his partner, he took off his vest, handing it to Kono. “Take care of him.” 

She looked at him with concerned eyes before nodding her head then squeezing his arm briefly as he walked off. Steve stood there with his hands on his hips not understanding what just happened. Danny peeled off in the Camaro.

Thinking back to that emotional moment less than a couple hours ago just made Danny sink further into the couch. Steve didn’t realize what he meant to people. To him. Hell, before Steve made him his partner, Hawaii was just a place that his daughter lived. He moved here to be with her. Nothing else. He was good at his job, but there wasn’t anything else beyond Grace and work back then. He was so damn torn when it came to Rachel, pissed at her one minute and still yearning for her the next. Danny had shut himself down, and for the first six months, he was miserable. Sure, Meka was amazing, but beyond him, he didn’t have any real friends. He was the odd man out. A transplant who had rejected as much as he could about the pineapple infested sand trap. He hadn’t wanted to learn their ways or even dress like a local.

Then Steve showed up at his crime scene, a complete asshole and control freak. And try as he might, Danny could not hate the man. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Steve woke him up. His head was back in the game. He wasn’t merely going through the motions until his next visit with Grace. He’d actually opened his heart to his new ohana of Kono, Chin, and, of course, Steve, and hell, his pushy partner even made Danny like Hawaii. He never looked back. Didn’t want to be a shell of a guy who just came alive for Grace. Steve had saved him, and he’d forever be grateful. Which was why it hurt so much seeing Steve accepting these crazy ass risks and not taking care of himself. He needed Steve to care about his own well being. He just needed Steve in his life, healthy and safe.

This was not a new development. Danny had loved Steve for a long time, but only since the plane crash had he allowed himself to acknowledge it. To accept that Steve was more than a brother, but a soulmate. He couldn’t do anything about it because of their girlfriends, but as long as Steve was by his side as his friend and partner, he was content. 

Danny sat straighter hoping to move past these thoughts for the night and stretched languidly, keeping his eyes closed. Then almost jumped up when he saw Steve sitting on the recliner. Steve leaned forward, hands folded, eyes fixed on Danny.

“Shit, Steve! Warn a guy before you ninja into his house, would ya?” grumbled Danny as he forced his heart to relax at the sight.

A ghost of a grin upturned Steve’s mouth before he spoke. “What’s going on, Danny? Why the hell did you freak out at the crime scene?”

Groaning, Danny got up from the couch, walked past Steve and stopped. Hands on his hips, he looked down and chewed his lips briefly before focusing on Steve again. Drawn out of his seat, Steve moved closer but still gave him some breathing room. 

Licking his lips, Danny said, “I.. uh.. I just worry about you. And don’t want you to do something that you can’t take back.” 

Inching forward into Danny’s personal space, Steve didn’t break eye contact with him. “Danny, I’m fine. I know what I’m doing. Why are you taking my safety so personally now?” 

Danny’s heart rate picked up. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t lie to Steve. But was he ready to admit his feelings aloud? 

“Danno? C’mon, talk to me, man,” whispered Steve as he grasped Danny’s forearm.

He couldn’t not tell him.

Danny tried to pull away from Steve, but he gripped tighter. So Danny waved his other hand out as he confessed, “Because I love you, alright? I’m in love with you! You do crazy shit, and my heart stops because I can’t lose you! My life was such a fucking mess when I first got here.. it was empty, man. All I had going was Grace and work. And sometimes not even work. Then your Neanderthal ass conscripted me into the task force, and as much as I bitched, it was the best thing that happened to me. You are the best thing that has happened to me since Grace. So yeah.. I take it personally when you try to kill yourself.”

Steve was stunned. He cupped Danny’s cheek with his right hand. He pulled Danny closer and firmly kissed him.

Shocked too, all Danny could do was grab Steve by the shoulder and kiss Steve back. As they gasped for a breath, Steve took the opportunity to lick Danny’s bottom lip, and he opened for him. The amazing sensations of hot as hell and relief that Steve felt the same raced through Danny. Needing more air, unlike the SEAL, Danny pulled away just enough to breathe. Steve kissed his temple then tucked Danny under his chin.

“Babe, what are you doing?” exhaled Danny as the adrenaline buzzed through him.

“Agreeing with you,” Steve smirked.

“What are you…” started Danny.

Steve tipped Danny’s face up and smacked his lips on Danny’s loudly before continuing. “Shh. You did the same for me. I was pretty fucked up after losing Freddie and Dad in a span of a week. It sounds corny, but you were the oxygen in my tank. You helped me breathe again. To really start living again. To see that there’s more to life than just the mission. That family is the most important thing.” 

Danny let Steve’s words soothe him. For a minute, all they did was take comfort in each other’s presence.

Steve gently bracketed Danny’s face and pledged, “I love you, Danny. I promise I’m not trying to kill myself. I can’t promise anything but my love. And I want you by my side for whatever comes next.”

Taking in Steve’s earnest expression, Danny nodded. “Okay, babe. Just be more careful. For your sake.. For the team. For me, Grace and Charlie.”

Grinning goofily, Steve kissed Danny again. Wiggling his eyebrows, he said, “So can we have make-up sex, now?”

Danny snorted, “Smooth Dog my ass. You gotta tell me how you got such an unworthy moniker sometime. After the shower and make-up sex.”

Linking their hands, Danny pulled a happily pliant Steve down the hall. 

FIN

#McDanno #H50 #hawaii five o #i made this #spoilers #fic

[justanotherinterludeff]

12

I can’t explain it I’m into you And every little thing you do Never felt the way about no dude Believe it when I say that I’m feeling you

Into You x Sydney Renae

“Bitchhhh, I knew it! I knew it! Didn’t I tell you?! I told you you were gonna fuck my brother!” She screeched. My eyes bulged and I put my hand over her mouth before she could say anything else. Leave it to her to be loud and obnoxious in the middle of the damn mall.

“Juju! Shut the fuck up!” I said between gritted teeth. She started cackling underneath my hand. I let her mouth go and rolled my eyes at her. She was still laughing when I walked away from her, heading to the Nordstrom. Unfortunately, I didn’t have Bryson’s card in tow this time, so I wasn’t gonna go too crazy. 

I found myself in the shoe section looking at a pair of Valentino sandals, and although I knew I didn’t need them, they were begging to come home with me. I called for someone’s help and she went to the back to get my size. “Bitch, the next time you walk away from me, it’s your ass.” Ju stated as she approached the shoe section. 

I rolled my eyes. “Come on Nae, you know I was just playing. I know you ain’t fuck him.” She rolled her eyes back at me. She took the seat next to me. “Issa joke.” She smirked making me laugh. “Now tell me about this date.” She smiled and crossed her legs. 

I sighed, “Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” I gave her a side eye. “He text me earlier today out the blue and was like ‘Be ready at 8:30.’ So I’m like what the fuck? I told him I would let him take me out the night before, but I didn’t know he would act on it so quickly.” “My brother said fuck that, let me take this shit before I’m shit out of luck.” She cackled next to me. 

I shook my head before telling her the rest of the story.

Where are we going?

Kai: Out. 

Boy 😒

Kai: Lol can you stop being stubborn? Please? Just be ready by 8:30.

🙄 Alright. Can I at least know how I should be dressed?

Kai: Naked 😋

Kai: I’m playing. Nothing too fancy. That’s all I can say. See you later.

I playfully rolled my eyes at his text and let out a small giggle. I rolled over in my bed and stretched before getting up to brush my teeth. It was already 2 in the afternoon and I was just getting up. Lord knows I needed the nine plus hours of sleep I got last night. I deserved it honestly. That nine to five is kicking my butt. 

My was gonna enjoy my day off doing nothing, but now I had something to look forward to. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I was lowkey excited. After brushing my teeth, I made my bed up and went to the kitchen. I wasn’t in the mood for breakfast considering it was so late. Plus, I was in the mood for a salad. I quickly tossed one together before resorting to the couch to watch some TV. 

Time really seems to escape when you don’t do anything all day because by time I checked the time again, it was around 6:30. Knowing myself, I knew I should start getting ready now, since I didn’t even know what I’d be wearing yet. 

Around 7, I was out the shower and ready to work. My makeup was the first thing I got to. I stamped this mug to perfection, leaving my lips for last. I applied the matte lip color before spraying my finishing spray. My outfit was next. I flipped through my closet, pulling out cute things left and right. When it was all said and done, I ended up with something simple. 

8:32. 

He wasn’t here yet, so I used the opportunity to change my pink lip, to red instead. I grabbed my bag, stuffed some thing inside and resorted back to the living room. 

8:35. 8:41. 8:53. 9:05. 

The time seemed to being slower and slower now that I was ready. He was late, and honestly I expected it. I sighed when I checked the time again, 9:10. I put my foot up and got comfortable. I turned the TV on and got to flipping through the channels. Just as I settled on a rerun of The Real Housewives of Atlanta, there was a knock at the door. 

Knowing it was Mackai, I rolled my eyes and yelled for him to come in. I heard the door open and close before I heard his heavy boots stomping into the living room. Before he could speak, I got my feet off the coffee table and stood to my feet. “Ready?” I asked. I didn’t even wait for him to reply, I grabbed my key from my purse and beat him out the house. 

When he finally stepped out, I locked the door and followed behind him to his car. He opened the passenger door for me to climb in. “Thank you.” I mumbled. I was mad, not rude. When he jumped into the driver’s side, he started the car but didn’t pull off. I could feel him staring at me. 

“What?” I asked without looking at him. “I’m sorry. I know I’m already fucking up.”  He said. “It’s cool.” I muttered. He gently grabbed my face, making me look in his eyes. “I’m serious. I’m sorry.” He looked me in my eyes. He let me go and reached in the back. 

“I was tryna be a corny nigga and picked these up. Took longer than I thought.” He handed me the bouquet of tulips. My favorite flower. “How did you-” “You really thought I was joking when I said I remember everything that comes out your mouth?” He smirked. I sat there trying to remember when the hell I let him know that these were my favorite flower. 

“Thank you. They’re really pretty.” “No problem.” He smiled over at me before pulling out of the parking space. We were both quiet. I listened to the radio and the engine purring as we rode. He seemed to be focused on the road, so I took the opportunity to sneak a real peak at him. 

It finally registered to me that were were kind of matching. He was dressed in all black like I was. He looked so good. A whole snack. I found myself biting my lip at him. I loved when he wore all black. Just made him look sexier than he already was. And I knew he was wearing the black Timbs I loved to see him in. I had to remind myself that I was mad at him so I didn’t lean over and attack him with kisses. I snapped out of my gaze and returned my eyes to the road. 

“Can I know where we’re going please?” See, I was asking nicely. “Downtown.” He answered getting on the Interstate. “For?” I asked with knitted brows. “You’ll see when we get there.” He flashed me his dimple filled smile. Ugh. I hate his fine ass. 

Quiet filled the car once again, but it was comfortable at least. We rode for about 20 minutes give or take. It looked like we were going to the Arena, and my thoughts were confirmed when I saw him make a right on 12th street. I was confused until I saw the huge ‘FORMATION TOUR’ banner on the screen out front. I gasped and my mouth hung open.

“Are we going to see Beyonce?” I asked. He chuckled, “Yeah.” “Oh my God!” I screeched making him laugh. I was literally bouncing in my seat until it was time to climb out. He came around and opened my door before locking his doors. I took his hand and basically dragged him to the entrance. And as if it couldn’t get any better, he got us floor seats. Floor fucking seats to Beyonce! 

We got to our seats right before the Formation intro. I stood and looked in awe at the lights, stage, Bey’s dancers, and the Queen Bey herself. I started screaming the moment I heard the beat drop. And when she came out, it was over. I was in full fangirl mode. I didn’t care. Mackai laughed next to me. 

Around the time Drunk in Love came on, I was tooting my ass against Mackai and he didn’t hesitate to hold on to my waist. I looked back at him and he was biting his lip  and focused on my ass. Mmm. Before I could even enjoy it too much, I stood up right and turned to face him. He brought himself close and whispered in my ear, “You having fun?”

I nodded and gave him a smile. For the rest of the night, I sang my heart out to every song with Mackai behind me, holding my waist. I swear I didn’t wanna leave, but a nigga was hungry. Just like we cam in, we walked out hand in hand. I couldn’t stop talking about the show. 

“Thank you for taking me Mackai.” I hugged his arm. “I’m glad you had fun.” He smiled while I hugged his arm. “I’m sorry I was being a brat earlier.” I apologized. “It’s cool. I know you can’t stay mad at me for too long.” He grinned making me roll my eyes at him. “My bad for being late. I just wanted to get you them flowers. You know corny nigga shit.” “It wasn’t corny it was cute.” 

“Yeah? On some boyfriend shit?” He smiled. “You wanna be my boyfriend?” I flirted back. “Why you answering my questions with questions?” He asked. “Cause I want to, now answer my question. You wanna be my boyfriend?” “I wanna be your husband.” He replied.

“Bitchhhhh, no he didn’t!” Juju laughed. “My brother is corny as fuck.” She continued to laugh at him. Like, she was weak. “Stop. Ju.” I pouted. “Uh uh, don’t tell me you thought that corny mess was cute.” She said. “It was.” I pouted before laughing at the look on her face. 

“So what happened after? Y’all went home and fucked?” She joked. “Yep. He fucked me until the sun came up.” I played along. “Girl, stop talking about your fantasy and tell me what happened.” She fanned me off. The lasy finally cam over with my sandals and I tried them off. 

“We went and got food, he dropped me off, we kissed, annnnd that was that.” I shrugged examing the shoes on my feet. They were cute. I’m getting them. “And that’s all that happened?” She asked as we left the shoe section. “Yeah.” I laughed. “That’s all.” 

“Y’all boring.” She pretended to yawn. “A nigga take me to the Beyonce concert, we fucking in the back seat of his car, in the damn parking lot.” She said making us both crack up. “Bitch, please. I’m not fucking Mackai... yet.” I made sure to mumble the last part. She didn’t reply so I’m guessing she ain’t hear me. 

We paid for my shoes and were on the way back out. “So, where you about to go?” Ju asked, head all in her phone. “Um, I gotta go by my mom’s house and then I’m going home.” I let her know. “Alright, then. I gotta pick up some foundation from Sephora, then I’m heading up town for a little dinner date.” “Date?” I smirked. “Girl please, nothing serious. Just with a girlfriend.” She smiled. “Mhm, let me find out you got a new bestfriend.” “Never.” She pulled me into a hug. 

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. The ride to my mom’s house was quick. There was light traffic on the road for a Saturday. I pulled into the driveway, next to my mom’s car, and parked carefully. I used my key to get in, and as soon as I pushed the door open I knew she had to be baking something. 

I called her name out and she let me know she was in the kitchen. “Hey baby.” She kissed my cheek. “Hi mommy. What you baking?” I put my bag and keys on the counter. “Some brownies.” She grinned. “The ones with the nuts and chocolate chips in the middle?” I asked. “Mhm!” She answered placing the wooden spoon in the sink. It was definitely a good day to come over. 

We engaged in quick conversation about work, and how it was living with Z. I had nothing but good things to say, of course. “Where’s Lani?” I asked finally noticing how quiet the house was. “Her daddy took her to get her nails done.” She laughed. Can you say spoiled?

“I swear B is spoiling her rotten.” I shook my head. “I know, it’s so cute though. He’s such a good daddy.” She smiled into space. “That he is.” I agreed. He doing everything our daddy didn’t do for us. “Speaking of grand-kids, when you giving me one?” She tilted her head to look at me. I rolled my eyes. “And who am I supposed to have this baby with, mommy? Jesus?” 

“Girl, please. I know you ain’t no virgin.” She fanned me off. “So it’ll be sometime soon.” She continued. “How do you know that?” I asked. “A mother just knows. It was your freshman year in college. Right before you came home for Christmas break. Mhm. I knew.” I was cracking up at the fact that she knew the specifics. “Oh my God.” I shook my head.

“Oh please, we’re all human. Sex is sex. Just make sure you careful.” She warned. “Got you, mommy.” I continued to shake my head. She laughed and got up to pull the brownies out the oven. “Can I confess something? And it stays between me and you?” I had to because my mama loved to run her mouth to Bryson when it came to me. Like that one time I fail one of my classes and I told her. The next day, Bryson called me and let me know how disappointed he was. 

“Sure sweetie. What’s up?” She took her oven mitts off and sat back down. “I went out with Mackai last night.” “Mackai? Bryson’s Mackai?” She double checked. “Yeah, him.” I laughed. “That is so cute! The boy has liked you forever. So, how was it? Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“I had so much fun.” I couldn’t help the smile. “I just don’t know if I should tell Bryson. Like... I don’t know.” From all the shit I’ve talked about not liking Mackai to the talk Bryson had with me about him. The shit that went down with Sasha. I did have fun last night, but did I really wanna date him? I was confused. 

“Listen sweetheart, who you want to be with is nobody’s business. If you feel like you wanna open up to your brother about dating Kai, go right ahead. But, if not, that’s your decision too. It’s your business at the end of the day. But, I think hiding it from your brother is only gonna hurt him. At least give him a heads up.” 

And as if God said, “Your mother is right,” Bryson and Lani walked through the front door. My mother smirked and fanned me out the kitchen. “Favorite brother in the worlddddd!” I sang as I made my way to the living room. “What you want Omi?” 

“Okay, what makes you think I want something Jamal?” “Best brother in the world.” He mocked me. Sounded nothing like me, in my opinion. “I really don’t want nothing. Where’s Lani?” “She fell asleep during her pedicure.” He laughed. 

“So what’s up?” His head stayed in his phone. “Uh, I just wanted to run something by you.” I took the seat next to him. He stayed quiet so I took that as my cue to continue. “Um, I went out on a date last night.” “With who?” He replied quickly. “Mackai.” I barely whispered. “Speak up, Naomi.” “With Mackai.” 

“What?” Okay, he was calm. He looked more confused than anything. “Um... yeah. We went out last night and I had a really good time. And I think... I think I wanna continue dating him?” “Why you said that shit like it was a question? You wanna date the nigga or not?” He still looked confused. 

I sighed. “I’m gonna date him.” I said with authority. He snorted. “You deadass?” “Yes Bryson. I like him. I been denying it for a long time, but I like him. I wanna see where this can go.” He sat there taking it all in. He chuckled before shaking his head. 

“Shit, finally.” “What?” Now I was the one that was confused. “You finally admitting that shit. I’m just happy you finally being honest with yourself. That fronting shit was getting old.” He chuckled. “Wait... so you ain’t mad?” “Nah, can’t be cause that nigga got sense. He ran it by me before he asked you out. We had a conversation and an agreement.” “An agreement?” 

“Don’t worry about what was said. Just worry about that nigga keeping you happy. Cause the minute you ain’t that’s his ass.” His voice was firm and I knew he was dead ass serious. “I don’t know whether to say thank you or be scared for Mackai.” I pouted. 

“Do both.” He shrugged. “Nah for real though. As long as you happy, I’m happy. He my bestfriend, but I’ll kill that nigga over you and he know that. He ain’t gonna fuck up.” Shit, I sure hope not.