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fablesofkitkat · 3 years

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pov: fighting with Enji be like–

So this came to be while I was doing my laundry and I had to– I'll just drop this real quick and go back to being on hiatus @bootyholelicker @spicy-therapist-mom yeah this is definitely still in the frostfire timeline, let me know if you want me to untag or if i ruined your day

Every night, Enji dreaded coming home to sleep in the guest room. He had half a mind being stubborn and insist sleeping in the bedroom but you would simply move to sleep on the couch instead. Damn you. So the Flame Hero insists on taking the long ride home, choosing to weave his way through the city at a snail's pace because by the time he arrives, you'd be asleep and he could steal moments in the dark just... staring at you.

The housecook met him at the door with a displeasing announcement.

"David Shield is here, sir. We didn't know when you would return so ma'am started dinner for the guest."

Enji was further irritated by the fact that David Shield had seated himself neatly at your right, while he had to cross the far end of the table and take his own place.

"Someone get those damned potatoes off the table!" Enji snarled, venting his wrath on the first inanimate thing that he zeroed in.

"Sir!" The cook squealed indignantly, her face redder and chin jutting at the injustice. "Don't take this out on good food!"

"They look undercooked." Enji reasoned.

The cook stood her ground before her employer's glare and slid the potatoes closer to him in a challenging manner. "You've no idea what you are speaking of. Taste them."

Enji stared incredulously, the woman was probably out of her mind. You knew him well enough to realize that if this goes on, it will not end well. Slipping hurriedly from your chair, you reached the bowl of potatoes and moved it out of harm's way yourself. Placing the dish in the cook's hands, you guided the woman back into the kitchen.

"Just humor him tonight. He must have had a long day." You didn't know if he had or not, but at least the cook's anger placated to nothing but a harrumph of indignation.

You returned to the dining room and felt your husband's harsh stare. You moved to his side and murmured, "The cook's warming up some miso soup. Can I get you some coffee?"

Enji replied yes only to keep you there at his end of the table a bit longer. You smelled sweet and fresh, with a hint of an essence that never failed to entice him. Your hair gathered off your neck to one side in a cascade of loose waves, and the red turtleneck you wore was very becoming on you in the night light.

"Where are the kids?" he asked softly.

"You've been late these nights, I let them eat early and go to bed."

Much to his chagrin, you resumed your seat, and the soft feelings dwindled as he watched you beside David. As the meal continued, you noticed his darkening mood and watched him apprehensively, praying it would pass. David, seeing his host in a not-so good mood, wondered if he should broach the subject he came for but instead, did not press the matter.

"Weren't you two ever told it's not polite to stare?" Enji quipped sharply and stabbed at the steak in glum disinterest. When dinner was over, David made excuses and you paused just long enough in the hall to shoot a withering glare on your husband before you stiffly walked towards the bedroom. Enji walked to the guest's bedroom, slamming the shoji door shut, growling about having a shrew of a wife. Almost immediately, the shoji slid open again he faced his wife who stood in the doorway, glowering at him while she angrily took off her jewelries for company.

"You, dear husband, have proven yourself to be an absolute pig. I had my doubts but tonight you have proven it. You are undoubtedly the most dastardly man I've ever had the displeasure to meet!" You spun your heel and flounced back to the bedroom, but Enji was not in the mood to let this go unchallenged. He stalks after you, the look on his face thunderous.

"You call me a pig when, as soon as I leave, you beckon a man to my house and entertain him!" He wrenches off his shoulder pads and began working at his belt while he raged on. "You set him at my table and served him my food! You really think a man would simply go to dinner with a woman, without malicious intent, you dim-witted woman!!" He snorted and left you staring agape at the shoji door of your bedroom as he stormed back into his room.

"Dim-witted?! Malicious intent?! " You railed, wrestling the tight turtle-neck shirt over your head. You flung it over your wardrobe door, and retraced the path to the guest room while you scrub your face off with makeup remover wipes. "He dropped by to see you, dear husband!" You explained irately. "And stayed until you came home! When it was clear you were not in the mood for talking, he left. Do you find that questionable? Or do you imagine it as some illicit affair?"

Enji paced restlessly about the guest room, navigating the mechanics of taking off his bracers. He knew it was unreasonable but he plunged recklessly. "Is it so difficult for you to realize you are desirable? I've always thought you were sensible. Clearly, I was wrong."

You threw the wipes at the bin at the side. "I was well chaperoned, Enji! With your employees! Ask them all you want if you doubt I was anything less than proper." With that said you scowled, leaving the room.

"Proper! Ha! Sitting at the table, letting him drool over you! As for the employees, I'm beginning to think they would lie themselves blue in the face to protect you!" He jerked the bracers off, following you behind.

You were only a step ahead as he entered the room. "Lie to protect me! You stubborn bastard! They are your trusted employees! They've been giving me excuses almost every evening and if I were suspicious, I would believe the reason you've been coming home late is because you were with a great many lovers!"

Enji flung the bracers on the floor, not caring at the damage it caused. "And what if I did?" he ground out. "Have I been awarded such tender affections these months that my honest urge would be sated?"

You wiggled out of your jeans, tossing them at the laundry basket. "Well, whose fault is that? Have I asked much of you, Enji? Is it too much to leave Touya out of your ambitions?!"

He retreats back to the guest room, undressing his bodysuit midway. "It's not your place to ask of me!! I carried my dreams far longer than our marriage!!"

You kicked your slippers off, brimming with indignation, trailing after him in your underwear. "NOT MY PLACE?! No one has more right to ask you than me!"

Standing tall, bulky and muscular in his skin tight boxers that boldly displayed the bulged of his manhood, he yells, "NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO CONTEND WITH MY AMBITIONS! ESPECIALLY NOT YOU!"

He left you standing with hands clenched in rage, "I am not your property, Enji. You cannot expect me to be a meek wife and just sit still while you destroy our son."

He laughed in derision. "If it's a matter of ownership, dear wife, what do you think that wedding ring you wear around your finger is worth?"

"Fuck you!" You jerked the ring off and your arm was raised. He catches your wrist and curls an arm to your waist, preventing you from harming him.

Your breath left you in a sudden gasp at the burning skin touching yours. You come to your senses, immediately aware of his naked chest and Enji was made totally conscious of your small form compared to his. You and Enji stared at each other for a second of suspended time. You would've accepted his kiss as he lowered his head, but a stray tear slid down your cheek, reminding you of your argument and how little your opinions were to him.

"No," you shook your head and tried to turn away.

He caught you by the shoulders and forced you to face him, giving you a small shake to bring your gaze to meet his eyes. What he saw in your eyes was desire as well, and there was a shivering tremor in your body that belied your words of denial. His own lust overcame his common sense.

Make her shut up, he thought, then your heart would follow his lead. He grasped you tightly to him again and covered your gasping mouth with his. But he misjudged you. There was a sharp pang of your teeth that clamped down on his lip. He jerks away, tasting blood and threw up an arm in defense as your hand slapped his left cheek.

"Force me, Enji, if you want." You made your vow in an ice-hard voice. "But whatever affections I have nursed for you will be reduced to nothing. And I'll never let myself have them again."

Your words were a blow that hit harder than your slap on his cheek. It sapped his strength; his arms fell to his sides and he watches you go. He endures another cold night while you caress the ring until morning before finally deciding to wear it again.

The old man, the Todoroki's current gardener was carefully sampling a decade old sake when, to no one's surprise, his employer lowered himself to sit on the wooden floors of the engawa beside him. His employer broods in silence and the old man couldn't help but say something,

"Been thinking you were a fool sir, but now I am sure you are."

"When I want some of your old man's wisdom," Enji retorted tersely, "I'll ask for it."

"Of course." The gardener nodded as if he sorely pitied the man. "You've tied yourself a few good knots this time." He then offered the sake to his employer. "When I feel good, I drink. When I got woman trouble, I drink something stronger."

Enji lifted his brows in amazement. "It's not you who has the trouble."

The old man shrugged. "You got trouble– I got trouble."

Enji regarded the bottle for a few seconds and ultimately shook his head. Alcohol dulled the senses the morning after and one of the things anyone could say about him is his dedication to his job; instead he goes on brooding. "Women can be damned vexing." He muttered crossly. "Especially that bit of fluff I've married."

"Told you so." The old gardener chuckled. "I gave you advices, sir, and no one can say I didn't try my best. Try to apologize and then maybe your wife would let you be in the same room as her."

And now I'm longing for your kiss, bet you could read it on my lips

At breakfast, your place at the table remained conspicuously empty throughout the meal, and Enji asks his son, receiving only a vague reply that you were not feeling well. Touya is picked up by Rei for daycare.

Enji makes his way to your room. He paused outside the bedroom door and rap lightly on the wood. He finds you curling yourself on the bed.

"Do you feel sick?"

"I'm okay." you murmured.

He tries to find some path to break this polite stalement. "My shift starts in the afternoon. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to the mall this morning."

You peered from the blankets that swaddled you. "Can't. I don't feel well."

Enji scowled deeply, wondering if you were trying to retaliate by turning him down. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"I'm fine." you stressed.

He reached down a hand to your forehead. "No fever."

"Menstrual cramps." You inform him.

"Oh."

"Oh?" You arched a brow, bemused. The pain starts again so you groan in misery. "Go away."

He hesitantly lends a hand, carefully watching you, ready to swat his own hand away if you reject him. You let him press his warm hand on your tummy, the cramps masking the onslaught of butterflies. You scooch over, pulling him to your side (he lets you) and you shifted into the little spoon. You let out a sigh of content.

"Is there anything your pride will allow me to buy for you when I go do patrols later?"

You pert your nose, to convey you were still miffed at him.

"Sakura mochi, perhaps?" he inquired, regarding you closely.

His suggestion made you forget your irritation. You turn to face him, your eyes were eager as they found his and he laughed as he saw his answer.

"I'll buy you so many, my pet, you'll get round if you eat them all and you have no choice but to stay with me."

You saw the teasing sparkle in his eyes, and your own smile warmed. "Just a few will do."

The next morning you halted in surprise just within the entryway of the dining room. Placed on the table was a ornately painted wooden box and a branch of sakura tied with a ribbon.

A soft smile touched your lips as you sank into the chair, noting the card against the box and lettered simply, "For wife." You lifted the branch and gingerly smelled the fragrance; warmed at Enji's thoughtfulness. You knew the box contained the sweets he had promised.

The wooden floor creaked as Enji emerged from the kitchen, then he paused, seeing his wife framed in a swirl of warm, shimmering gray silk. The early morning light bathed you in a soft halo that made you seem like a dreamlike apparition, and he had to fight the feeling of awe as he stared. Slowly your gaze raised to meet his, and the smile that touched your soft lips, drew his breath away. Fuck. Enji felt like he was in over his head.

"Thank you."

"Do you like them?" he asked softly.

You laughed gaily. He watched the entrancing play of your features as you lifted the lid and rice paper beneath it. Your eyes widened at the breathtaking wealth of artistic sakura mochi he had purchased for you. Lifting a tidbit, you tasted it delicately, then sighed and closed your eyes in satisfaction.

"I love them!" you giggled, licking your fingers.

Out of nowhere, two words spilled from his mouth. "I'm sorry."

You could've pretended not to hear it. It was so soft, like he was confessing to the wind but you shrugged. "Okay."

He nods. Enji knows he wasn't forgiven but it was a start. Maybe.

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sevenringsblingbling · 4 years

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Sienna and Colson part 6

Word Count: 2,372

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 <3

When I walked through the door I was so nervous. I had no idea what to expect. It was dimly lit and there were only a few people at the bar, a couple sitting down at one of the tables. I was greeted by one of the waiters. “Hello ma'am. He’s been waiting on you. Please come this way.” I followed behind him. My body was filled with so much excitement and I was just a hot mess on the inside. I still managed to hold it all together doing my catwalk not sure if he could see me or not but I wasn't going to fold in front of him. If he wanted me back he would have to prove himself. The further we walked back the dimmer the lights got. This was so romantic. Then I finally laid eyes on him. I could've passed out right there! He stood up and by this time I was sure my body was in a small puddle.

“Hi.” Colson bit his lip not sure what to say to break the ice after all they had not spoken in weeks. There Sienna was looking like a goddess in an all black dress and the jewelry he bought for her. “Wow she's absolutely stunning.” He thought to himself. “Hello Colson.” She sat down and he pushed her chair in. Sienna had to play tough but on the inside she just wanted to push all this shit off the table and ride him into the sunset. “Damnn he’s fucking hot.” She thought. “Thanks for coming through. I've been missing you.” He explained pouring her some wine into a glass. He cleared his throat. “You look beautiful by the way. You like the necklace? I picked it out myself.” Sie looked down at it. “Thank you, it's beautiful. You're looking pretty handsome yourself.” Who was she kidding he was fucking beautiful like some type of European model all tall and handsome. Sie wanted him bad but had to hold it together.

“So how’ve you been holding up?” I picked up the wine glass taking a sip. I wanted to down the whole thing but had to play it cool. “Just been stressing honestly. It’s been rough without you.” I let out a “mhm.” “So rough that you couldn't pick up the phone and call me or at least text?” His eyes got wide almost as if he wasn't expecting that. “I didn’t think you would want anything to do with me after I blew up on you and honestly I couldn't blame you.” Just then a waiter came with our food. “The chicken enchiladas for you ma'am and the steak fajitas for you sir.” The food smelled so good. Colson thanked the waiter. “So like I was saying I didn't blame you for checking out.” “So what changed? I mean why now all of a sudden?” I bite into my food waiting for his response. “Well I realized that I need you. I mean no matter what we go through I want you by my side. Things just haven't been the same without you.”

“I've been trying to get myself together ya know.” I looked over at him. Trying to find my words. “I've been clean since the day we had that fight. I knew I couldn't live that life much longer. It hasn't been easy but here I am clean and sober. Well except for this wine.” I downed the rest of it. “I’m so fucking proud of you and you look amazing by the way.” I nodded in agreement. “Look Sien I want to ask you something important and I hope your answer is yes because this means a lot to me and I want you with me.” He took a shot of what I think was vodka. “Well things have been so crazy and I think a fresh start would help me out of this funk. So I've been thinking and this has been on my mind for awhile now and seeing you here with me just confirmed that I need to do this for my sake and yours.”

He took a deep breath. “Move to Phoenix with me.” There were a few seconds of awkward silence. I could’ve died right then and there. Phoenix was a big decision to make. So many thoughts ran through my head. “Wow, what? Phoenix? I..why Phoenix out of all the places?” I was stammered. “I need to get away from the bullshit and this way I'm still somewhat close to work but not that close and I can just get a fresh start. Look I’m not moving right away or anything there’s still a lot to take care of but by next year I just want to be the fuck out of L.A. Please say yes.” I shook my head in disbelief. He couldn't expect me to just uproot my whole life to a place I've never been. “I’m glad that you've made a decision to better yourself but Colson I don’t know anybody in Phoenix. I don’t know the first thing about Phoenix,,,well except for it’s hot but other than that.” I shrugged my shoulders. “You don’t know anybody here either. I took a trip to Phoenix just to have a look around and it's not bad at all. You wouldn’t miss this place trust me.” “Well.” I downed more wine until the glass was empty. “This is a big decision..I don't know.”

“Okay I see you're going to need a little more convincing. Boom let's take a trip out there together after the new year. If you still don't like it then I won’t bring it up again. Will you at least do that?” I nodded. There's no harm in at least taking a trip. “Yeah we can go. Colson I don't mean to rain on your parade but are you sure this is what you want? What about your brothers? What about work? This all just seems like so much to deal with.” He reassured me. “Yes this a big step but I need this. Everything will work itself out.” I honestly wasn't convinced of this whole Phoenix situation. I really wanted everything to work out but damn Phoenix seemed so far away.

Other than the talk of moving dinner was good. Desert was a chocolate volcano cake with raspberries inside. “Wow Mr. Baker you sure picked out one hell of a menu for us.” I licked the rest of the chocolate off my spoon. He just licked his lips. “Well a little lady’s gotta eat but for real..” He got in closer whispering. “I want to eat you.” I blushed, having sex was really not in the plan for tonight but I did wax so perhaps subconsciously I did want to fuck him. I hadn't had sex with anyone other than him and my two fingers wernt cutting it. “Let’s go to that hotel down the street and see what happens. We could watch a movie order room service and relax.” “Wait who says I’m fucking you?” “Who said anything about sex? Just sit on my face and let me do all the work.” He brought up my hand and kissed it looking deep into my eyes. I couldn't turn down an offer like that.

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There we were in a hotel suite. I took off that dress and put on a fluffy bathrobe. Even though the dress was beautiful it was cutting off my circulation. We laid on the bed my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. He hadn’t tried anything so far, neither had I but I wanted to see where his mind was. I kept my bra and panties on as a lil peek a boo show so whenever I’d reach for something the robe would slip open ever so slightly. “Sie your so fucking perfect. I want you baby.” He kissed me and a makeout session ensued. I remember his breath tasting like chocolate, I just loved that. His hand reached down into the waistband of my undies and started playing with my clit. I was so turned on I didn't want him to stop. “Fuck, baby you’re so wet.” Then he started fingering me. His rings were cold inside of me. He had me like puddy in his hand literally. I closed my eyes just enjoying the feeling moaning and whimpering underneath him.

Then I felt him kissing down my stomach, removing my panties and getting to work. Within the first five or so minutes I was already cumming. I was just a hot mess all thanks to this tall ass daddy. I gripped the back of his head, massaging his scalp. “Oh baby now I see why you've got that long ass tongue.” He laughed. “Mm I’m glad you like it. You taste like strawberries too. I haven't tasted you in so long.” He licked my slit working his tongue up to my sensitive clit. “God damn I’m gonna cum again.” He put two fingers inside at the same time. “Yes baby cum all over my face.” Just then I exploded. I must've lost consciousness because when I came to he was tongue kissing me. “Mm little sleeping beauty is up now. That was sexy as a motherfucker baby. We need to try that again.” “What happened? How long have I been out?” “Well you squirted on my face, which I loved by the way and passed out for a good ten seconds.” Oh my, I was so embarrassed. I wanted to hide my face. “Hey don’t be embarrassed it was fucking sexy and I know you haven't had a good orgasm in a while so it was perfect.”

“Now I need to give you a little something.” I kissed his stomach stopping a few times to kiss his tattoos. “Wait I want you on your hands and knees.” “Um okay baby whatever you want.” I dropped down to my knees waiting for further instructions. “Sien you look so fucking sexy like that I just want to shove my dick down your throat.” I put my hand on the waistband of his boxers. “Well do it then.” “Walk over to the couch and crawl over to me nice and slow like a sexy cat and put those heels back on.”

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I crawled over to him doing my best impersonation of a sexy cat. “Purr like a kitten.” He wasn't asking this was more a demand. I wasn't exactly sure how to purr like a kitten so it just came out sounding like a motorboat. Hey, I tried my best. When I got near his feet and looked up at him all 6’4 inches I just wanted him in every hole pounding away at my mouth and cunt. He patted my head as I unbuckled his pants. “Stick your tongue out and close your eyes.” Then I felt his dickhead tap on the tip of my tongue a few times. He was so warm and that precum tasted amazing. Fuck, I want him now. “Meow like a kitten for me.” This was something new. Okay roleplay. “Meowww.” “This is so fucking hot, Say your a dirty little slut.” “I’m a dirty little slut daddy.” I looked up at him and licked his shaft. “Mm very good.” His eyes rolled around caressing my head. “Fuck I’m close already.” He let out a laugh. “I want some milk down my throat daddy.” I spit on the head and put his beautiful dick in my mouth. “Oh fuck. Sien...wait..geez god damn girl.” I stopped and smirked up at him. Yes, I am the blowjob queen. Pops collar. He was panting through his words.

He practically threw me on the bed too impatient to do anything else and stuck all eight inches in at once. I let out a gasp. Not giving me time to adjust. Hello sir! I haven't had sex in weeks give my pussy time to get ready! “You feel so fucking good Sien. You’re fucking wet hmm.” His dick felt so good pounding me like a little whore. I was a whore, his whore. “Deeper daddy. Fuck me like one of your little sluts please.” I moaned lost in ecstasy not sure where the fuck that came from but I was so in the moment. “Alright baby lay down on your stomach.” It took a mere seconds for me to change positions. He ran his dick over my asshole which scared me. He must've felt me tense up because he laughed and moved it down over my slit and rammed himself inside of me and fucked me harder and faster. By this time I had already lost count of how many times I had cum. Perhaps four or five? “Ow oh fuck ow ow Col.” His dick was so deep it was starting to hit my cervix which was sweet pain. He ignored my pleas and kept pounding.

“Fuck Sien you've got the sweetest pussy, god damn.” He moaned in my right ear. “You know what would make daddy happy? He grabbed my neck gently and whispered “I want another woman to taste your pussy while I fuck your throat.” I nodded. That does sound hot as fuck but actually doing something like that I couldn't be sober. He pulled out and nudged his dick on my asshole. I started to protest “No,,” “Shh shh all my sluts take it in the ass like a good girl.” Love drunk, I agreed. Once he got the head in it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. He kept it slow which helped tremendously. I didn't feel either way about it but I wanted to make him happy “You like that ass?” I looked back at him. He slapped my ass and yanked it. “Fuck yes. Baby I'm gonna cum soon. Can I cum in your ass?” I shook my head no. Now that's where I draw the line. He pulled out and came all over my asscheeks. “Fuck! Fuck! Yesss.” It was hot and sticky. Just how like like it. Damn I wanted to swallow all those yummy babies. Oh well next time. Here I was his lil toaster struddle.

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A/N: Its a double feature!! omg im so excited to see what new adventures await Sien and Col (TWO FREAKS LOL). do yall think she’ll like Phoenix? Also shes sober now (thank goodness) i just hope she doesnt relaspe anywhooooo i truly hope that you all enjoy both chapters. love love love love love love love lol so much love

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winterwolf0916 · 6 years

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How the BatBoys met you.

There are many ways how they met you or even first words. I'll give a few places and dialogues here and there. So enjoy~ also a bit of a warning, my writing might seem horrible. Anywho, here ya go.

Dick

You both met while you were on the roof tops eating your cereal and gazing at the beautiful city lights since you felt bored and cramped in your apartment. Dick thought you were about to jump off considering the fact you were on the very edge of building and it was really dark so he couldn't see the utensil in your grasp or the bowl. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you back. Your cereal fell in the depths of the city.

Y/n: WHAT THE HELL?!

Dick: what the hell? WHAT THE HELL?! You were about to jump to your death! A simple thank you would be nice for saving your skin!

Y/n: jumping off?...to my death?...

Dick:...wasn't that what you were going to do?

Y/n: Dropping my CEREAL TO DEATH IS WHAT YOU DID!

Dick:... Woooops...

Dick: I can make it up to you...

Y/n: that is?

Dick: I'll bring cereal and we'll talk.

Y/n:...fine... But bring f/c! If not cancel the meeting!

Dick: yes ma'am.

2. You were one of the new recruits in the GCPD. Once you walked in and you were introduced to the other officers. Dick's heart couldn't be calmed, it was beating rapidly, and his hands became sweaty once he first saw you.

Random officer: and this is officer Richard Grayson.

Y/n: hello~

Dick:....

Random officer: *whispers to Dick* Dick! Introduce yourself to the new recruit. She ain't gonna bite.

Dick: *secretly wipes hand on pants and extends a hand to you.* H-hi name's Richard Grayson.

Random officer: *facepalm*

Y/n: *giggles* I know that.

Dick: you do?! Oh right...You don't have to call me officer Grayson. My friends call me Dick-I-I mean you can call me Dick.

Y/n: *shakes Dick's hand* haha. Name’s Y/n L/n, Dick.

Let's just say you both were assigned for a steak out for petty crooks. You both enjoyed talking in the car and became friends right away. You both caught the crooks and he offered to buy you some donuts after. ;)

Jason

At the bar. Basically Jason just came to drink his problems away. And you came because Riddler's Henchmen we're doing a weapon trading in the building. His eyes caught your figure and his heart started to beat faster. You sat on the stools and he scooted next to you. You were looking through your phone boredly and he finally spoke.

Jason: Want a drink?

Y/n:*keeps looking through phone*

He thought you were one of those girls that are hard to get so he decides to flirt.

Jason: Hello there~ care for a drink?

Y/n:*keeps ignoring but actually heard him. Though he was just a drunk pervert.*

Jason: Hey, do you-*places hand on shoulder and shakes you a little*

You took alarm that someone was touching you. You flipped him on the table that sent splinters to fly. He groaned loudly then he opened his eyes. You held your breath of how gorgeous his eyes are.

Y/n: Oh! Sorry sir-I didn't I thought you were- I thought you were drunk.

Jason: Its fine hehe. Nice reflexes.

Y/n: Thank you.

Later on you both spent time together in the bar talking. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom and you changed to your suit. Right when you were about to take down Riddler’s men guess who came to the party to stop him as well. Red Bucket-I mean Red Hood. You both teamed up and took them down. You both shared your identities and bought a drink for each other.

2. He was driving around in Gotham after a heated argument with Bruce. And surprisingly maneuvering his motorcycle calms him down. Along with small stunts. He stopped on a red light and a deep breath remembering the arguments and yelling. His eyes wandered to the buildings but stopped at a coffee shop. You were sitting on a chair in nicely and comfortable attire while typing on your computer. His eyes never left your figure and his mouth was slightly open. The way how your h/c locks is naturally resting on your head. Your face lighting up when your beverage arrived. And he’s not forgetting how gorgeous your eyes look. He’s been staring for quite a while that he forgot the light turned green and cars honked behind him to move. He shook his head and drove forward but stopped by another red light.

Should he go back? What kind of beautiful woman is doing in a dangerous city like Gotham? He wanted to know more about you. He took a turn and entered the parking lot trying to find you. His heart dropped that the seat you were sitting in, was empty. Was he hallucinating? Or did she actually left? He lost hope and drove full speed to the exit. But you came out of the coffee shop and strolled to the middle of the street where he was about to leave. Right when you heard the engine you gazed at the driver and Jason gazed back at you. He took alarm that you were there and turned sharply. The wheels of his bike squeaked on the pavement and his motorbike was turned to the side and rolled into a wall of the coffee shop along tumbling onto chairs and tables.

You took alarm and ran to him to see if he was ok. Customers came out of the shop and helped by moving the chairs and tables off of Jason. His bike was crushing his leg. The customers lifted it up while you and another person dragged him away. He was heavy. As you took off his helmet, you couldn't stop staring at his jawline and raven hair that matted his head. As he caught your eyes you snap out of your trance and scanned his figre to see if he had any other injuries.

Y/N: Are you alright?!

Jason: *stares at your eyes with a dreamy look* I am now.

Tim

There was an attack in the city. And a car was flying right at your direction. You shut your eyes shut and braced yourself for the impact but instead of a hard and crushing moment, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you fast. The sound of the car crashing onto the pavement made your eyes flicker. As you gazed at the broken vehicle that was about to end your life, your eyes travels to your hero. Red Robin (yum!)

Tim: are you alright?

Y/n: *wraps arms around him tightly for an embrace and squeeze your eyes shut.*

Tim: o-oh...u-uh...

You can hear his heartbeat rising that might explode in his chest. You couldn't help but squeeze tighter. He saved you. An innocent citizen about to be killed. Even thought he saved others in the past, you felt amazed and relived that some people wanted you alive. He hugged you back even though he didn't know what else to do. And you smiled a little of how pleasing it is for the hero giving a your welcome gesture. Dick noticed about the mini scene but he knows that they need to get back to work by defeating the villain thrashing around in the city.

Dick: Red Robin this guy ain't gonna stop for your romanticism. Were gonna need help. You can get back to your girlfriend once we're done.

Tim: *runs after Dick* SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!

2. You were a new member to the Young Justice. You’re powers are telequinesis and your name goes by s/n (superhero name). When Tim first saw you, he couldn't stop staring and his expression soften and yet astonished of you.

Y/n: hi I'm-

Tim: y/n...

Y/n: you know me?

Tim: w-w-what...o-oh nono it's just I already k-know your name but we haven't met.

Y/n:...what?

Tim: OH! I didn't meant to make that sound creepy it's just I saw you on the computer- NOT that I was stalking-I would never stalk- it just says the files about you-I'll stop talking.

Y/n: no please. You seem very interesting.

Tim: I-I-I d-do? Sorry let me restart*clears throat* I'm Tim Drake AKA Red Robin *extends hand*

Y/n: *shakes it* nice to meet you*smiles*

Tim:*chokes on his own spit because your smile is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen*

Y/n: are you ok?!

Tim:...yep..

The whole team laughed at Tim of how he is dealing his first impression meet you. As you were introduced to Tim, you couldn't help but your powers acted by itself since you couldn't control it, Tim was lifted off of the ground.

Tim: what is HAPPENING?!

Y/n: oh my Lord! IM SO SORRY ITS MY POWERS I CANT CONTROL IT!

Tim: what are you talking about? This is awesome! I can fly!

Y/n: oh er um... Thank you :')

And that moment on you both became friends or should I say have a crush towards each other.

Damian

1.) You were captured at a age 5 to the League of shadows along with other children. Ra’s Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul had a project of making you and the children great followers and guards of Damian Al Ghul as he gets older. At age 10, after a long day of training, Talia knew it was time for you and the other children to meet Damian, so the bonds would be stronger with him. The children surrounded Damian greeting themselves to him, but you didn't take much interest of meeting with him so you snuck at the roof. Another figure snuck there and notice your presence.

Damian: Tt. Are you thinking of taking my place here? Get off of this rooftop or I’ll say a word to my mother about you.

Y/n: *stands up to face him* Who are you? Unlike you I have been at this top longer.

Damian: Do you not know? Damian Al Ghul. Grandson of the Demon’s Head. And I order you to leave.

Y/n: Oooh I’m so scared. *waving hands in the air* Are you going to blast your demonic powers at me?

He snarled. He challenged you to a fight of who would get the rooftop. Surprisingly it ended up with you both laying on your backs taking deep breaths.

Damian: You...fought...well.

Y/n: Hehe learned it...from Talia...

Damian: What...is your name?

Y/n: you’re going to tell your...mommy aren't you?

Damian: No. We both lost and won, therefore we are going to have to share this.

Y/n: Y/n L/n

Damian: what a beautiful name-I mean- its sounds decent.

you laughed. That's when you both became best of friends.

2.) You were a villain. v/n (villain name) is what they called you. One night you were thieving for jewelry. Two large bag sacks filled with diamonds, gold, and silver. You were about to take your leave until-

Damian: leaving so soon?

Y/n: If it isn't the Boy Wonder I kept hearing in the streets. You look shorter than I thought.

Damian: I’m taller than you...v/n

Y/n: yeesh. They are right. You do talk faster than acting. *pulls out gun and shoots him but he keeps dodging*

You both fought for a while till Damian won and you were dangling upside-down from the ropes.

Damian: My guess you’ll be staying. And you are fun to knock around.

Y/n: Grrr… until we meet again Boy Wonder!

Damian: Good to make a first impression, v/n.

That's when later on you both start to get...feelings toward each other.

BONUS: For Damian x reader.

3.) You were a new student at Gotham Academy. So many classes and hallways to get used to. Until your final class you were call up to the front to talk to the entire class of who you are and where were you from.

Y/n: H-Hello... My name is Y/n L/n.

Damian was doodling on his notebook until he heard your sweet voice. His head lifted up and his beautiful emerald eyes caught your figure. His expression softened from looking at you. He looked at you that you seemed gentle and delicate. He blinked his eyes many times that he has never seen anyone like you in Gotham Academy.

Random Kid: Speak louder I cant hear you!

Some kids in the class laughed that caused you to feel down. Until Damian grabbed a book, from a classmate behind him, and threw it to the random kid that interrupted your speech.

Damian: Then how about you shut it.

He snarled. The teacher told them to calm down and sent the boy, who interrupted you, to the nurses office, because the kid had a bleeding nose from Damian. Damian sat properly on his chair and placed his elbows on the desk, waiting patiently for you to keep going. After class the children left the campus to go home. But you sat on the stairs waiting for your mom to arrive. It started to rain and the front doors behind you were locked from the outside. You cradled your knees close to your chest as the wind whirled to you. Some how you couldn't feel the rain but you could still hear it. You looked up to find the same emerald eyes that saved you in last period.

Damian: Tt. What are you doing in the rain?

Y/n: My mother isn't here yet. How about yourself?

Damian: *sat next to you* I was talking with the principle about the incident in the class.

Y/n: I don't know you. Why did you stick up for me?

Damian: Tt. Because you looked lost. And needed help. I haven't introduced myself. Damian Wayne *outstretches hand to you*

Y/n: Y/n...Y/n L/n.

#batboys x reader #dickgrayson #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dc comics #dc #x reader #third post #im trying my best #imagines #horrible writing #batboys

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Earth's friends: Grognak's invasion

Grognak's Invasion

Everything has lead us to this point here. The big green tentacle alien lead his army of clones to earth from Venus. After devastating the planet but not conquering, he was thirsty for blood. His large ships were the fiercest in the Universe. Their cannons capable of destroying the largest of buildings and the strongest of forts. It was time to reign supreme in the Milky Way Galaxy. Somehow the great Venusian warrior Venus Mercury managed to somehow talk Grognak into going to earth instead of conquering Venus, earth is approximately 3 light years away from Venus and Grognak's ships can travel that in about 12 earth hours.

Venus Mercury almost failed her people. Though she did manage to fend Grognak off and keep Venus safe for the fine being, she knew he'd be back eventually unless she destroyed him. Watching her people suffer was too hard for her to do nothing about earth's invasion. She looked at her companions, Clay, and Sheeta, they knew that the three of them were about to go to earth on a suicide mission. Venus' ship is the fastest in the universe. They hopped in her flying sphere and set off for earth, they will arrive in eight hours.

As they got closer to the blue and green planet she scanned the area for landing spots.

“Prepare for landing!” Sheeta said as the giant sphere came crashing down into the Mojave desert creating a rather large crater. They got out of their spacecraft in their shiny silver spacesuits the took steps into the sand. As they scanned the area Clay found something.

“It appears this planet's leader is located 2,583 miles in some place called ‘Manhattan’ if we leave now we can warn them with plenty of time before Grognak's inevitable arrival. They activated their spacesuit jetpacks and began flying to New York.

They flew faster than anything that has ever been seen on earth and because of this the F.A.A jumped onto their tails really fast.

“What should we do ma'am?” Her big green assistant asked.

“We've more important things to do than play with earth jets! Ignore them!” Venys commanded. They left the jets in their dust leaving the jet pilots confused and angered.

President Luciano was alerted of them and he assumed they were related to the resistance and Sandra's renegades.

“Dammit! Send out the robot drones to scout the area!” Vice President Jack Blade pushed a button he pulled out of his pocket which launched hundreds of tiny yet powerful drones.

When Venus and her cohorts arrived in Manhattan they scanned for the location to the Miracorps H.Q and walked on foot as their space suits changed to blend in to look like earth clothes.

The flying at super sonic speeds didn't just attract the attention of earths main government but it also caught the attention of Sandra and her renegades.

“Woah! What was that?” Blades said pointing at the sky but the aliens were gone with the blink of an eye. The entire group was stunned and luckily they were not far from Manhattan.

“Let's go there might be trouble!” Sandra said very concerned. What went through her mind was more about what Jack might have created to terrorize civilians more easily. They left and trekked as fast as they could.

When Sandra and her renegades arrived Venus and her friends were already at H.Q in what looked like a standoff with Jack and his team of villains to the left of her, NYPD to the right and President Luciano himself in front. Sandra and her renegades arrived next to Venus assuming she needed protection.

“Attention earth we request an attendance with the leader of this fine planet with an urgent announcement. “ She, Sheeta, and Clay put down their weapons.

Everyone lowered their weapons. The President, concerned, spoke aloud.

“What planet are you from exactly? I am Tony Luciano president of earth.”

“Mr. President we haven't much time an evil conqueror named Grognak is on his way as we speak to take over this planet and kill all earthlings. “ The president raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Please go on ms….”

“Mercury. Venus Mercury the great warrior princess of Venus.” She was recognized by one of his secret service members. They whispered in his ear.

“Sir, that is Jessica Stryder from our failed space program of about five years ago.”

“Didn't we abandon her?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ms. Mercury please tell us what we should do to prepare for this…”

“Grognak.”

“Right Grognak. (Call the paranormal force). Right this way please let's discuss further in my office. “ He forced a smile and let her into the massive building. Jack and Sandra looked at each other and both felt this was not the time to continue their rivalry.

It was the start of a normal school day at Stan Lee Elementary located in Queens. For Jackson, Chloe, Lacey, and Seeley they moved on into their classrooms before a melancholy announcement was heard over the p.a system.

“Attention faculty and students there is a major event going on at the Capitol building, Miracorps H.Q, please turn on your classroom projectors to watch the news. Chloe and Jackson's teacher did just that. The announcer was a young blond lady

“It appears just one hour ago there was a standoff between local and federal authorities and the terrorists known as Sandra's renegades. Witnesses are unsure why they were there but they also say there was an alien girl in the middle of it all asking for a conference with president Luciano Witnesses claim she has to warn him of a dangerous alien coming to conquer earth!” After hearing this news both Jackson and Chloe raised their hands and asked to use the bathroom. The teacher dismissed them and out in the hallway they met up with their younger siblings Lacey and Seeley and they transformed into the Siamese Ninja Heroes.

“Let's get ready for action!” Jackson yelled.

They transformed into the feline quad and teleported to where they needed to go. When they arrived they confused both Jack and Sandra.

“What the hell?” Jack yelled.

“We really need to address that teleportation after transformation thing don't we?” Skye laughed. Max scanned the feline children as did Garfield.

“It appears what we have before us are four mystical feline beings powered by the elements “ Max said giving his analysis.

“In English please! Reeze said smacking him in the back of the head.

“Four magic cats.” Max dubbed it down for him.

“First aliens now cats?” Reeze said scratching his head.

“Uh fear not citizens we are the Siamese Ninja Heroes and we are here to stop the evil aliens!” Fury said deepening his voice as he spoke.

“Did someone say aliens “ A voice from afar uttered. It was Vocatus and Adolwolf of the Paranormal Force! Jack recognized him right away and decided to go inside the building and meet up with president Luciano.

“I don't need this kind of trouble Jack Blade out!” Sandra on the other hand was a little more star struck. She had never met any of the Paranormal Force or even seen them in person. The Siamese Ninja Heroes didn't know who he was. Vocatus shot them with a beam that froze them in team.

“Are these the aliens?” Vocatus asked.

“They don't smell like aliens, sir!” Adolwolf replied sniffing them. “They smell like…children.”

“Who are you and why are you…dressed like that?” Vocatus asked as he unfrozen them.

“We're the Siamese Ninja Heroes!” Bibie blurted out.

“Run along kiddos , this is grown up work.” He turned to Sandra.

“I'm going to pretend I didn't see you as my orders are to arrest you on the spot.”

“Thanks Captain!” Sandra said as she and her cohorts fled the scene. The cats stayed.

“But we're here to help!” Fury exclaimed.

“This is no job for kids even if you are mystics.” They became annoyed but Fury was angered.

“Do you know why they call me Fury?”

“Fury don't!” Rosie said trying to hold Fury back but fire entered his eyes and a fireball in each hand.

“I'm not playing!” He said as he shoved Rosie to the side and marched toward Vocatus.

“Don't do this Fury! We don't attack other good guys!”

“Shut up Rosie!” He created a huge flamethrower around Vocatus and Adolwolf as the other Siamese Ninja Heroes ran for cover. Skye texted Super Steak for help and Rosie contacted Sheila.

Steak sat in his seventh grade classroom counting the minutes until lunch. Mrs. Tanglia taught algebra boldly but mostly she was BORING. Steak's belt vibrated and he became anxious and fidgety.

“Is there a problem Steak?”

“Yes may I please get some fresh air?”

“Yes, but please hurry back!” She was annoyed but recognized the new school policy which was to allow students to leave as necessary. He rushed out of the classroom and into a janitor’s closet he answered his beeperwear saw that it was Seeley/Skye, rolled his eyes, but transformed into Super Steak and flew to Miracorps H.Q.

Sheila's home ect class was going well she, of course, was queen of the classroom distributing work to all of her classmates. When she noticed the text from Chloe/Rosie she stopped what she was doing and forwarded the message to her secret team mates.

“Are you ok, Sheila? You look like you saw a ghost. “ Her teacher asked.

“Yes sorry I just got an important text, I need to leave and make a phone call.”

“Of course!” Sheila scurried out of the school into the courtyard where her friends meet her. Scott is in a bathing suit as he was in the middle of swim class. They look at him and laugh.

“What happened Scott?”

“I received your text during swim team!” They snickered a bit more and all transformed into their respective beast modes. Jamie into a bird.

“Come on guys let's go help our friends!” Jamie said flying away as the others ran to try and keep up.

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Fic: False Flags Redux 6/13

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A/N: A massive thanks to @mulders-boyish-enthousiasm and @scully-loves-ruthie to helping get this project to where it is today. Next week there is some going on the run. Thanks for sticking around!

Tagging @today-in-fic

P.S. Want the story all in one neat little place? Click the AO3 link above.

6/13

Norfolk, Virginia December 15, 1998

Scully sat crossed legged on the center of her hotel bed wearing jeans, an old University of Maryland hoodie, and her glasses. In front of her, she had case notes, autopsy files, and toxicology reports spread out around her like a sea. On her knee was a notebook and a pen that she held, bouncing it up and down on the college ruled lines in thought. Her mind was everywhere and she could not focus. Memories of a different lifetime and the unsettling memories of the past couple days. She pinched her nose and pushed the glasses to rest on top of her head.

None of this made sense. Seriously, how many times had she repeated that statement since coming down here? How many times had she read the same reports in front of her? She felt like she was being torn into two separate people but she was ultimately still the same person. Unconsciously, she did not notice her hand holding the pen begin to move unconsciously. She was brought out of her thoughts by a light knocking on her hotel room door. She pushed the notebook off her knee and swam through the sea of files to the edge of the bed.

“What? You not dressed?” came an amusing voice from the other side.

She smiled slightly at the familiar teasing and opened the door. “I could not decide what shirt to wear for you.”

Mulder smiled at Scully and wordless walked into her room without invitation. “I dig the UMD shirt. Supporting the old alumni?”

“Yep,” she replied. Scully shut the door softly behind her, noticing Mulder had found her sea of files. “I was just trying to do some thinking.”

“Thinking? Is that what you call it? It looks more like you were trying to drown yourself in information. Quite literally. What is all this?”

“I was trying to get a clue.”

“A clue?”

“An idea. Anything. With all this,” she replied, waving her hand at the side of her head.

Mulder looked at her in surprise. “You, Dana Scully, are actually entertaining the idea of a past life? My, my, haven't the tables turned.”

She shrugged uselessly. “I have nothing else to go on. How do explain what is going on?”

Mulder silently surveyed the files and picked up the notebook that she had been doodling on. His eyes read over the script somehow recognizing it. “Scully, did you write this?”

She arched her eyebrow cautiously. “Write what?”

She took the notepad and read the flowing script. “Mulder, this isn't my handwriting. You know what my handwriting looks like.”

He squinted at it, bringing the notepad closer for inspection. “It sort of looks like yours,” he mused, “if you took a calligraphy course. But it is still your handwriting. But the message...I recognize it. I've seen it before. I feel like I wrote it to you and then gave it to you.”

Scully read the note quickly as it described how their meetings need to be more constant and something about troop movements and Union lines. “Mulder, I don't know what this is. It's probably nothing.”

“I wouldn't call this nothing. I've seen it before,” he said. “I'm positive, Scully. I just don't know where.” He sighed and took the notebook and tossed it onto the bed, his eyes lingering on it heavily. “Try not to think about it right now, Scully. We still have dinner.”

“How can we have dinner at a time like this when there is a crazed murderer out there?” she asked softly.

“Because you are overworking yourself. You're running yourself into the ground. Ever since these dreams started, you're stretching yourself thin,” he said softly. She opened her mouth to reply but he cut her off. “Don't say 'I'm fine' too. I know you're not. We both know.”

She closed her mouth and her eyes. “I can't seem to focus,” she admitted softly. She closed her eyes. “Everything is just so...cloudy.” Scully opened her eyes and gazed at her partner. “You think I'm crazy.”

“Maybe a little air will do you good,” Mulder suggested and changed the subject. “Let's go to dinner. This will be here when we get back. The front desk lady was telling me about this seafood restaurant by Chic's Beach, like literally right on the beach, and we can see the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel at night.”

“I swear you are trying to romance me,” she mused softly. She took off her glasses and got her jacket. “All this food. Or you want something. Or maybe you are planning to ditch me for an alien corpse again.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I would never...well, at any rate, I promise to take you with me if I did. Anyways, I know the way to your heart is to your stomach. Just like mine. Usually, it's chocolate, but tonight, it's steak and fresh seafood..”

“Or you're just trying to make me fat. What happened to smart is sexy, Mulder?”

“Fat or not,” he shrugged. “I like you just the way you are, sexy smartness included.”

She chuckled and with a roll of her eyes, they left to go to dinner.

. . . .

Norfolk, Virginia April 15, 1862

As was the tradition when he finished up his day in the war office, Mulder walked the streets of Free Mason and jogged lightly up the steps to the familiar brick house before he lightly knocked on the door. The door opened slightly and the maid, Martha, smiled in greeting. “Lieutenant, it is a pleasure to see you,” she said.

“You as well, Miss Martha,” he said, bowing slightly and kissing her hand, causing the old servant to blush. “Is Mrs. Buchanan in?”

“Yes, sir. She is expecting you. She is up in the study. May I take your coat?”

“Yes, please.” He took off the long overcoat and passed it to her. “Thank you, ma'am.”

She laughed. “You are such a charmer, Lieutenant Mulder! May I say, sir, it is rather noble of you to watch over the captain's wife during his absence.”

“Oh, yes,” he answered absently. He took a deep breath, smiling a soup from the kitchen. “It smells amazing in here.”

“Oh, thank you, sir! My mother's own personal recipe for beef stew!”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“Shall I announce you're arrival.”

“No, no. I much prefer to surprise her. Mrs. Buchanan is expecting me after all.”

. . . .

Scully sat at her writing desk in the study and read the correspondence from her mother sadly. Her father was ill and had come home from sea. Bill was somewhere in Europe. Melissa somewhere in Paris. Charlie, Mama Scully did not know where her baby boy was. Scully was the last one to have contact with him the year before when he had set up for the spy network for Dana. And now, Dana was the only child she was able to reach out to and count still alive. She was so absorbed in her reading, she failed to hear the door open as Mulder entered and called her name out softly. “Scully, you still awake?” he teased softly.

She jumped and clutched the letter to her chest. “Mulder!” She hastily placed the letter down and got up and forced a smile. “I was not expecting you for at least another hour.”

“I was able to leave the war office early,” he said softly, watching her. “I'm sorry for startling you. It was not my intention. I managed to bring the information you requested.”

“What information,” she asked distractedly. He pulled a small folded paper from his shell jacket and placed it on the desk in front of her. She opened it immediately as her eyes raked over the information. “How the hell did you managed to sneak this out?”

“I am a man of many talents,” he said softly, tapping his temple. “Photographic memory and that is only the beginnings of it. My newest post allows access to so much from navel information to troop movements. This is what I did before being forced to join the marines. I guess I should thank your husband for ordering me to be your moral compass during his absence.”

“A blessing in disguise in more ways than one.” She looked at him questioningly. “Is it true he cried like a child?”

“Where did you hear that?”

She flashed him a pleasing smile. “I have my ways,” she teased. “But tell me, Mulder, is it?”

“He cried on the ship. He was a bit more...somber once back on land.” He gave a weak smile. “I would not necessarily say that but he was a bit overly dramatic.”

“He acted childishly,” she smirked.

“A bit.”

She smiled at him as they shared a quiet moment together. Gently she took his hand and squeezed it. “It's so good to see you again, Mulder, I've missed you and I appreciate the constant company now. Franklin was suffocating as a husband and I loved it when he was away.”

“That does not sound like the mark of a happy marriage,” he replied dryly.

“The marriage is anything but happy. I've told you how unhappy I am with Franklin, Mulder. More than anything, it is convenient, for him and for my family. The man is almost thirty years old than myself,” she sighed. “If I were to have his child, not only would I be legally bound to him, I would be bringing a child into a loveless family. I could never do that, Mulder.”

“Would you ever want a child?” he asked softly, the conversation taking a turn to towards a more intimate, personal nature.

“Of course,” she confessed after a long moment. She smiled, a little flustered by the line of questioning.“But only if I could raise it properly. I have no identity with my husband, I have no money, I have nothing without him. To him, I’m expected to run the household and be the upstanding step-mother to his other nine children, not that I have anything against them. I’m just so unhappy around him. If only you could understand! Talking to you, Mulder, is like a breath of fresh air. I am someone in your eyes. I have a voice. I'm a person to you.” She stopped herself. “I apologize. Are you hungry?”

“Don’t ever apologize,” he said softly. “You never have to apologize to me. And you are more than just a person to me, Scully.”

Scully chuckled lightly. “Well obviously, you don’t know me very well.”

“I would like to,” he replied, hesitating, “if you would let me.”

She was caught off guard by the intimacy of his comment. She brushed off the statement by ignoring it completely. She still questioned why she had gone to his barracks on the eve of the ironclad battle and what had possessed her to give him that rosary. It was a whim, a flight of fancy, she rarely let herself indulge in. Neither one of them brought up that night again although she did catch glimpses of the blue crystal rosary beneath his uniform jacket. “We’re just partners,” she said dismissively.

“Just partners,” he repeated, leaning against the desk. “I like to indulge in the thought we are more. Friends? Our letters over the past month or so indicate a little more than just partners, or at the very least friends.”

“I am a married woman,” she whispered.

“I am not contesting that,” he said, taking a deep breath, “or even suggesting it, Scully. We work together, yes? What is a partnership if it does not have trust?”

“I trust you,” she defended. “I trust you with my life. I trust you not to betray me and I know you expect likewise from me.”

“But to truly trust someone, it must be completely, especially in this case.”

“What is the line of this questioning, Mulder? Why are you pursuing this?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I cannot trust the men I survive and serve with. I do not trust my own family. For so long it has just been me. I need someone to trust. We need to completely trust each other if this arrangement is to fully benefit.”

“Why have you grown so formal with me all of a sudden,” she cried. He was silent as he looked out the window in thought. “Mulder?”

“Someone came by today,” he said slowly. “He was not in uniform with nothing distinguishing about him. He was inquiring about your husband and yourself. Nothing out of the ordinary it seemed but he found it peculiar that the captain’s wife was not with him while he is recovering from his thigh wound. His name was Krychek. Alexandar Krychek.”

“What on Earth is he talking about? I’ve spent years away from Franklin.” She got up and paced slightly. “Did he ask you anything?”

Mulder shook his head no slowly. “No, however, I do not want an instance to arise where we are caught at a disadvantage. I do not suspect he knows anything but we never know. That is why we need to be completely honest with each other, no matter what.”

“I told you, I trust you with my life,” she defended.

“As I do with mine, but, Scully, do you trust me? Trust me in every sense of the word?”

“Of course! Why are you asking me this? Do you trust me to that degree?”

“Yes,” he said softly. “But it cannot be one-sided. What if something happens? What if you withhold information…”

“I would never do that!” she snapped, disliking the way the conversation was turning. She turned to face him angrily. “Where are these accusations coming from?” He was quiet, her eyes inspecting her intensely. Unconsciously, she shivered under his gaze. “Mulder, stop staring at me, please. You are making me very uncomfortable.”

“I apologize.” He looked down at his feet for a second, trying to find the courage to speak again to her. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Mrs. Buchanan?”

She flinched at the use of her formal title and married name and closed her eyes as if in pain. “Scully. Just Scully.”

Mulder watched her with an inquisitive eye as she paced in front of him, frustrated. “I cannot stop thinking about you, you know?” she said quietly. She slowed her pacing and watched him carefully. “Ever since that night, I came to your barracks. I do not know what possessed me that night. I dream about you when I close my eyes. In my heart, I know I belong to you and no one else. Have I lost my mind, Mulder? Am I crazy?”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” he questioned, watching her stoic face for any sign. “We have conversed freely for the past few weeks, ever since the night when I agreed to work with you. Is my information not reliable enough?”

“No!” She waved her hand widely. “No! That’s not it. It’s…” She sighed, trying to collect herself. “Ever since that night, have you not felt differently?”

“Different how?”

“Like, you were older than you actually were. Like you have been someone else. You belong to someone else.”

“I cannot say that I have,” he lied.

Scully instantly felt foolish of herself. “Never mind.”

“If you feel it is important to all this…”

“It is not. I appreciate you coming by tonight. Have you found new accommodations at your new post?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been sleeping on a cot for the past couple of weeks in the office. It is a step up from the hammock that was on the ironclad.” He shrugged. “Is that why you summoned me here?”

“No. Well, yes. Partly. I have been concerned with the rumors I have been hearing about the battles raging on the peninsula,” she said softly. “I worry.”

“Why? The fighting is far away,” he shrugged. “I have faith that the warring armies will not come here to Norfolk.”

Scully was silent.

“You think otherwise.”

“The Confederacy is losing this war,” she told him evenly. He continued to stare at her quietly as if it was supposed to mean something. “Why are you just staring?”

“Of course I know they are losing this war. The Union will be here in due time, of that I have no doubt. Are you worried about your husband or yourself? I assure you that they will come but you should be safe.”

Why was he speaking her with such detachment? What had changed since she had last seen him a month and half ago. “Why are you speaking to me in such a manner?”

Mulder shifted uncomfortably and gazed out the window. Since the ironclad battle, he had been feeling different himself. He could not exactly place it. He kept up his correspondence and spying with her as he had promised, but kept himself at arm's length. He also did his best to inquire about her welfare per his captain’s orders, but he still did not want to grow too close. But he was. He had started having strange dreams about her as well. He felt stranger feelings that burning in him about Scully. That night in the barracks had startled him and awoken something within him, but he did not know what, just that it kept growing with intensity.

“You are not the only one who has felt...strange,” he whispered.

“It was the rosary, was it not?” Scully said softly, lowering her eyes. “I apologize for being so bold.”

“No, no,” he said instantly. “You were not.”

He was quiet.

“Then why have you avoided me? I can tell in our correspondence that you are purposely keeping me away.”

“I am trying to keep you safe,” he admitted. “I am no good to be around, I am a soldier, and not to mention our little ring. I breed danger. Everyone around me gets hurt.”

“Keep me safe,” she scoffed. “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself, Mulder, I assure you.”

He bit his lip, refraining from saying anything else damaging or revealing. “Of that, I have no doubt. Maybe...maybe I am the wrong one for this. Maybe you need someone who is more...headstrong. Maybe you made a mistake with me.”

She arched her eyebrow in surprise. “A mistake? What makes me think I made a mistake?” she deadpanned. He looked away and out the window. “Mulder, look at me in the eye.”

“I must be going,” he said softly. “Expect my next report within the week.”

“No.” He turned to leave but was caught off guard by her boldness as she grabbed his hand and stilled him with her other hand on his arm. “Stop being a martyr. Why do you treat your self so poorly?” She hesitated before pushing a loose strand of his hair away from his face. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

She continued to amaze him time and time again and her intimate gesture just continued to add to that shock. He blinked, clearing his mind but found himself leaning into her touch. “Stop what? The truth?”

“I will slap you if I must to knock some sense into you,” she threatened. “You need to realize that you are worth something, you are worth something to me, even if you see it.”

“Where is this coming from?” he questioned in a low voice.

“I do not know,” she whispered in awe of her own words. Scully looked at him curiously. Drawing in a deep breath, she asked, “Will you still stay?”

He nodded into her hand as she withdrew it. “As long as you desire.”

“You can trust me, Mulder, I promise,” she said softly.

In a moment, Mulder threw his caution to the wind and grabbed Scully possessively. His arm coiled around her waist and his free hand forced her head upwards to meet her in an earth shattering kiss. Scully gasped and mentally willed to pull herself away, but she could not. No. She pulled back slightly and smiled before lunging forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the second kiss. This felt right. He was right. Mulder hummed in approval, hitched her skirts up, and carried them towards the couch in the study.

. . . .

Chic’s Beach, Virginia Beach December 16, 1998

Scully smiled to herself hearing the gentle sound of the Chesapeake Bay’s small waves washing on shore as they got out of the car in the parking lot to a red building that overlooked the bay and the bridge in the distance. It felt a little weird to her to be doing something outside of work with her partner, dressed in jeans, sweatshirts, sneakers, and jackets...actual regular clothes. It almost felt like a date with the restaurant they had arrived at, but it was not, and she needed to keep reminding herself that.

“Wow,” Mulder said as he took in the view of the lighted bridge reflecting over the bay for as far as the eye could see. “Wonder how long it is.”

“Twenty-three miles,” she answered quickly. “Well, close to it anyways. They’re working on an expansion.”

“You really are smarter than me, Scully. You know that?” he teased.

“Well, I won’t go around telling everyone. Don’t worry, Mulder.”

He smiled, glad to see Scully a little lighter and a bit more herself. He was worried about her (as he should be!) but she would never let him fawn over her. She had been acting a little out of character the past few days but tonight, she seemed back to her old self. In some respect. “So, you going to get the most expensive thing on the menu, Scully?”

“With your g-man salary? You bet. At this rate, I’m going to drain your savings account if you keep buying me all these dinners,” she said softly. “Not to mention the pounds.”

“You need to do more than bee pollen and yogurt, Scully.” His hand found its familiar place on the small of her back. “Come on, let’s go wine and dine.”

. . . .

The low lights and quiet atmosphere settled over the FBI agents like a favorite blanket that you wrap yourself in on a cold winter night. Scully had found herself loosening up, opening up, and laughing like the young agent she used to be six years ago. Mulder kept it light, laughing as he did, rejoicing in her relaxed state. It was all too rare.

“You really don’t have to do this, Mulder,” she began, “you know this right?”

The hostess led them to a small intimate booth near the window. The restaurant was not that big to begin with. Five booths lined the wall where in the middle of the restaurant where a few tables here and there and across the dining room, against the other wall, was a small bar with a fancy collection of beer and liquor bottles on display. Mulder waved his hand as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“No worries, Scully,” he said. He opened the menu and glanced at it. “They got loads of seafood to pick from.”

“What makes you think I want seafood?” She arched an eyebrow and looked down at the menu herself. “Oh, this looks interesting, seafood nachos.”

“Sounds disgusting,” he said. “Now here’s something you don't see every day: seafood mac and cheese. I think you'll love it because you’re a daughter of a navy captain. Water’s in your blood, especially since the human body is made up of 80 percent of water.”

“Look at you being all scientific. But how is that any better?” she cried.

“More seafood to pick from. Your nachos just have crab meat. Which,” he held up a finger, stopping her from starting a rebuttal, “is nothing wrong with it.”

She shook her head and looked down at the menu. “When was the last time we did something like this, Mulder?”

“What?”

“Just...hang out,” Scully replied after a moment.

A waiter appeared before them and smiled. Scully glanced at Mulder, smiling and raising her eyebrows suspensefully. “Good evening, folks. My name is Jared and I wll be taking care of you. Can I start you off with an appetizer?”

She looked at Mulder and gave him a devilish smile which he returned. “Whatever you want, Scully,” he told her, motioning to the menu with his hand.

“Crab dip,” she said excitedly. She glanced at Jared. “We’ll start of with that and can we get two hurricanes, and oh, water for both of us.”

“Wonderful choices,” he replied writing down their order. “We are featuring a few specials if you would like to hear them?” She nodded. “Excellent! So we have two. The first is a grilled mahi mahi with crab imperial on top with a choice of two sides. The second is a surf and turf. We have an eight ounce sirloin cooked with eight locally caught shrimp, also with a choice of two sides.”

“What do you say, Mulder?” She raised her eyebrow. “We can share.”

“Medium on the steak?”

“Medium rare.”

“Sounds good.” He closed her menu and took hers as well, passing them off the waiter. “We’ll have one of each.”

Jared nodded and wrote down the order. “And do you what sides would you like?”

“Mac and cheese and green beans?” He glanced at Scully and she nodded. “Whatever the lady desires.”

“Wonderful. All get that all in for you. Let me know if I can do anything for you in the meantime.”

. . . .

Scully did not know what had caused it. All throughout dinner, she felt bubbly, warm. It was probably all the wine and good food, and the good company. Scully did not want to say it aloud but it felt like a date. Was this a date? Mulder was smiling at her, talking about something. All this new intimacy (or was it old intimacy), it was beginning to put things in a different perspective.

“You know,” she began, taking the wine glass and swirling the last little bit, “we never do this.”

“What?”

“Hang out. We're friends, wouldn’t you say?” she asked slowly.

“Of course. You're my best friend.” He shrugged, sipping his drink. “Who else is going to let me call them at two a.m. with wild theories. And besides, I did offer to buy you a drink that one time right when we started working together.”

“Five years ago when you were meeting one of your shadowy informants does not count.”

He shrugged. “What are you trying to say, Scully? You would want to do more of this? Putting up with my sorry ass in public?”

She gave a smile small and nodded. Mulder gave her a warm smile as well. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and set it on his dirty plate. “Well, I am stuffed. How about you?”

“I can’t move.”

“So, we’re like two blocks away from the bay. Let’s go check it out. We can put our leftovers in the car.”

Scully arched her eyebrow suspiciously. “Who are you and what have you done with Mulder?”

He laughed and motioned for the check. After he paid it, they strolled down the short street to a plankway that led down to the beach. Scully took a moment to listen to the cars passing over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and how the street lights mirrored on the bay, casting just enough light to see the gentle ebbing waves. Mulder nudged her along by placing the small of his hand on her back and began the walk down the shoreline.

“How are you feeling, Scully?”

“Level-headed, probably the first time in days,” she admitted. “It was probably a good thing to take a break from reviewing all those notes.”

Notes, he mused silently, including that random one that was on her notepad that had nothing to do with the case. He would have to ask her about that.

“We still have our work cut out for us though.”

“I know. I’m surprised they’re not making us a part of the manhunt tonight.”

“Don’t question our good fortune. I requested the journal that he kept so we can review it. Maybe we can find something there.”

“That’s more your department than mind.” She wrapped her arms around herself slightly. “No much I can do with it.”

Mulder pursed his lips in thought, unsure of how to approach the subject. “Well, we might gain some better insight if we look at it together.”

“And maybe we can rewatch the interview tapes. I know the prosecution had some prior to his sentencing.”

“How do you think he escaped? Buckley hardly seem the brightest person in the world. He had no past indicating lockpicking skills” She shrugged and he continued in thought. “Maybe we should look at those claims of a past life. Maybe there is a correlation with the Tennessee case and Epishan?”

“What, did you serve in Virginia too?” she teased.

“I honestly don’t think that regression was accurate,” he admitted after a pregnant pause. “I don’t think any of that was right.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t believe in past lives now?”

“Not necessarily. I just don’t think that one was right.”

Mulder needed to do some research about past lives before he even considered approaching Scully with the topic. Ever since she had admitted to the dreams, his brain kept spinning. It started the other day at Buckley’s sentencing and then when the met him in the interview afterwards. Buckley seemed...different somehow in contrast when they first arrested him the year before. And not to mention his own weird dream from the previous morning. He did not remember much but as the day had passed he did remember something. Someone’s blue eyes and those eyes had looked just like Scully’s. They were her eyes. That much he was confident of, along with other things. He cleared his throat unconsciously as he paused and watched her walk further down the beach.

He would do anything for her. But how could he approach the topic of past lives with her without her dismissing him? He knew there was a connection there between her, Buckley, and himself. He just did not know what. Maybe he could get a better look at that note…

“Mulder.”

He blinked and focused on Scully. “Hm?”

“You ready to go back to the hotel? It’s getting late.”

“Yeah. You ready?”

She nodded. “Thank you, for tonight. I really enjoyed myself.”

“Anytime, Scully,” he said simply. He reclaimed his spot on the small of her back and they began the trek back to their car. “Let’s get going.”

#false flags redux #xfiles #xf fic #txf #txf fic #mulder and scully #mulder #scully #msr #fanfic #xf fanfiction

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Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader fic

Chapter 12: Afterglow

ao3 link:http://archiveofourown.org/works/12036195/chapters/28262301

You woke up in a warm daze, peeking an eye open at the dark room. Glancing over at the clock you saw that it read 5:17. You closed your eyes with a sigh and smiled to yourself. Reliving the last few hours. You didn't even remember falling asleep.

The last thing you remembered was Ramsay licking you clean after round four, that had gone from the living room floor to your bed. Thinking about the amazing night caused the warm sensation to tingle between your legs and your stomach to twist up in needing.

You rolled onto your side. Ramsay had his back to you breathing deeply. You sat up, peering through the darkness at his peaceful face. No malice or anger. No smartass remarks or harsh words. No evil smirk. Just peace.

You laid back down and slowly trailed your nails down his back. He shifted and made a small noise.

"Baby, wake up. I want you." You whispered.

Ramsay rolled over letting out another noise, pulling his arm up over his eyes. You smirked, running your nail across his chest, the sensation on his nipple making him give a violent jerk.

"Stop it woman. I will hurt you." He growled, grabbing you wrist and pulling you half up on his chest.

You pushed your breasts into him, throwing a leg over his waist. "I want you to hurt me." You murmured, pushing yourself into him, feeling your wetness coat his hip.

"Woke up the way I left you, huh?" He growled, huskily as he ran his hand up your leg.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It just felt so good and my body was just so..." You started, losing your words as he shifted and pushed himself into you, making a deep noise.

"I know baby girl. It's just hard to stop eating you when you taste like magic." He muttered, moving slowly inside you.

"Maybe we are getting too old to be up all night anymore." You joked, grabbing at his hip and pulling him into you.

"Maybe you're right. But, until then, I will fuck you every waking second if that's what you want." He purred, moving against you again.

"Mmm, baby. Deeper." You hummed, closing your eyes and relaxing your body into him.

Ramsay let out a small moan and pushed himself up slightly to drive deeper into you. He skin was so warm and comfortable. His weight on you making you take deeper breaths.

"Remember the first night we fucked?" He asked in a hoarse whisper in your ear.

"Mm. How could I forget? The lovely nonsense words you muttered in my ear as you fucked me so slow. Laying the trap." You whispered back with a slight shiver.

"What nonsense words baby doll?" He chuckled.

"The ones about never seeing anyone as perfect as me." You said with a breathy laugh.

"Oh. Words like these then?" He panted, grinding his hips into yours and taking your earlobe gently between his teeth. "Baby girl, you are more perfect than anyone could imagine. The way you say my name makes me high. The noises you make. Oh baby, the way you taste. How warm and wet you always are for me."

His hot breath in your ear made you shiver again as you pushed your hips into his, arching your back, and letting a moan escape you. Your breathing became more rapid and shallow as you felt your body begin to tense.

"Baby boy, please. Don't stop." You begged as he pushed himself deeper into you.

"I've only just started, darling." He panted again, emitting a low growl.

You whimpered as his hand gripped your thigh and he pushed further still into you, rolling his hips deeply into yours.

"You, baby girl... You are everything. You bring me peace. You calm the storm. Tell me that you love me."

"I love you, Ramsay. I love you more than you could ever know you twisted fucking psycho." You panted, digging your nails into his back and pulling him flush into you.

"Hurt me baby girl." He cooed in your ear.

You brought one hand up to his throat and placed your fingers firmly around his neck, squeezing.

"Harder." He said through a small gasp, burying himself into you.

You made a tiny noise and squeezed his neck harder, feeling him swallow and the pounding of his pulse.

"Yes baby. Harder." He let out.

"Fuck me harder and I'll squeeze harder." You whispered.

Every thrust came harder and you tightened your fist harder until he would gasp for air. When you were sure all airflow had ceased you felt your high peak. You screamed out as your high washed over you, giving a final tight grasp at Ramsay's throat that seemed to have sent him over the edge as he let out a strangled moan, grabbing at your hand as he fell into you, pushing his hot, sweaty torso flush to yours.

You let him pull your hand away and heard him inhale a sharp breath, his breathing rapid as his chest rose and fell against you. You brought your hand up to tangle in his hair and run your nails over his scalp as he rested his cheek between your breasts.

"What a rush. I think you may have woke the neighbors." He whispered with a dark chuckle.

"Do you mean those things you say?" You asked after he regained normal breathing and trailed his fingers over your side.

"Yes. I think so." He said, rolling off of you.

You weren't sure what to make of the answer. "Do we get to sleep in?"

"No. Sorry baby doll. I have to go to work. Need to finish rerouting some shit since we can't exactly have a steady income from the bar anymore. Shouldn't take me long. I've almost got it all figured. And I have a meeting." Ramsay said into the darkness.

"Oh. Yeah. Okay baby." You said, staring up at the dark ceiling.

Ramsay's alarm on his phone went off and he let out a deep sigh as he turned it off.

"Why do you work at a bank?" you asked as he pushed himself out of bed.

"I don’t trust anyone with my money" he said flipping on the closet light. "And I enjoy it when people beg for money." he added with a dark chuckle, as he walked into the bathroom.

You laid there a few more minutes listening to Ramsay sing in the shower before finally getting up. You crossed the room to flip on the light switch, stifling a yawn.

You pulled open a dresser drawer to find it empty. You gave a frustrated sigh.

"Ramsay Bolton!" You raged, turning to the bathroom door.

Ramsay peeked his head out the door, "Yes ma'am?"

You made furious motions with your hands at the empty drawer, "where are all my underwear?!"

Ramsay fixed you with a malicious grin, "I have no idea baby doll. Someone must have stolen them. I envy the man who raided and made off with all your panties."

You crossed your arms, "you're fucking kidding me, right? You didn't seriously get rid of them all?"

His grin turned into a cruel smile, "I told you. You don't need them."

You made a deep, frustrated noise, slamming the drawer and crossing to the closet, "fucking bastard." You muttered.

"I didn't catch that." He said behind you.

You turned quickly, swallowing uncomfortably, "nothing, baby."

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into him, "I don't take kindly to being called a bastard." He growled.

You dropped your gaze, "I didn't mean it. I was just... I'm sorry."

He released your arm, grabbing your face and forcing it up to his, "don't do it again."

"Yes, sir." You said, taking in the annoyance on his face. You leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I'll make it up to you." You whispered with a timid smile.

xxx

The next few days passed in one, long boring blur to you. Not going to work was driving you crazy. You had nothing to do at home, caught up on all your shows, started and finished another book, and waiting around on Ramsay to get home.

However, it was nice to have a couple lazy days and not have to worry about work, or being out. To lay in bed as long as you wanted. To stay wrapped up in the covers all day and sleep.

But, tomorrow was new years eve, and you were excited for a party to take your mind off the stress, even if you did have to remain sober. Nobody knew how to throw parties quite like the Bastard's Boys.

And besides, only few more days until you had your ultrasound appointment. Finally getting to see the little one who was causing so much upset with your stomach, and who had decided he or she really loved spicy foods, much to the displeasure of your throat. But slushies were a plus, and Baby B loved them too.

[You: How's work?]

[Rams: I want to shoot everyone in the fucking knee and stab them all repeatedly in their stupid fucking faces.]

[You: Well avoid getting blood on your clothes. I've already done all the laundry.]

[Rams: no promises.]

[You: hurry and get home. I miss you. And I'm wet.]

[Rams: omw]

You were dancing in the kitchen to your music, peeling potatoes when Ramsay walked in, scaring you as he set his helmet on the table and unzipped his jacket.

"And dinner is...?" He asked, glancing around.

"I don't know, honestly. I just know I wanted mashed potatoes." You flushed, as he placed a kiss to your cheek. His lips cold.

He shrugged from his jacket and slid his gloves off. He tossed the gloves on the table with his bike key and opened the refrigerator.

"We have steak. And pork chops. Though one of them is frozen, I believe. I don't know. I meant to check earlier, but I... hm. Don't know what I got side tracked by. Laundry maybe?" You said, turning back to your potatoes.

Ramsay glanced at you with a malicious smirk.

"What?" You asked, not sure what warranted such an evil look.

Ramsay closed the door and pulled the freezer drawer open, "Come here, doll."

You set down the peeler and potato, walking towards Ramsay and following his gaze down to the freezer. Both of your suggestions, still frozen.

You frowned and let out a frustrated sigh, emotions running high as you pouted and wrestled the tears back.

"Which do you want?" He asked, taking in the upset look on your face.

"Neither now." You huffed, turning to leave as he grabbed your wrist.

"Which one?"

"Either." You said, pulling your wrist back, but he tightened his grip. You let your wrist go limp and looked up at him.

"I am safe to assume you still cook for an army?" He asked.

You bristled, "You ask that like I don't ever cook and we never have way too much food left over."

He shrugged, "What else do you need?"

"Nothing? I have everything for salad and shit. But I'm telling you, all I really wanted was potatoes."

"Well, go dress properly, I'll invite the Boys and whatshername to dinner."

You looked down. In your opinion there was nothing wrong with your leggings and shirt, but you really didn't want to argue.

"It's Charlotte, by the way." You said as he released you.

"Eh, whatever." Ramsay said, gathering up his helmet and jacket.

When you returned to the kitchen in your new attire it was to find Ramsay leaning against sink, washing a knife and cutting board.

"Mm.. I don't ever get to see how sexy you are cleaning the kitchen. You always do it at odd hours or when I'm not home." You joked, grabbing his ass and looking up at him through your lashes.

He snorted as he placed the cutting board in the strainer, and pulled the rag from his shoulder to dry his hands.

"I'm going to go change. Dumb and dumber should be here in ten." Was all he said as he placed the towel on your shoulder and swept past you.

You pulled out everything you needed to fix salad when Ramsay walked back in. He placed a cigarette between his teeth and stepped out the back door to the patio.

You poured a glass of whiskey and stepped outside, stopping at his side, the fire from the grill hot on your face.

"I'm sure only dumbasses grill in the snow." You said glancing up at the darkening, cloudy sky.

Ramsay took the glass and gave a shrug, "no one ever said I was smart." He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you back inside.

"Your taste in music is shit." He grumbled grabbing your phone.

"It's not! I was just..." You hissed defensively.

"Hm. Missing beers and bon fires and jacked up trucks?" He grunted scrolling through your songs. "There we go. Never go wrong with classic rock."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a knife from the strainer to cut tomatoes as the doorbell rang.

"Hey, got room for one more? Thought we'd bring the kid along. Don't know the last time he had a decent home cooked meal, and your wife can always put a badass fix to that." Damon said, stepping inside and shaking Ramsay's hand.

You peered around the doorway and saw Matt. He did look rough. Drugs.

"Whatcha say baby doll?" Ramsay asked.

"Of course. The more the merrier." You said with a sad smile at the kid.

Charlotte set down a large paper bag on the counter. You glanced her over. She looked considerably better than the last time you had seen her. Not so strung out.

"Need help, dear?" She asked, kindly.

You thought that maybe she really was a sweet woman and good as gold, but she still repulsed you. Maybe your husband was starting to wear off on you.

"No thank you. Take a seat and hang out. You're my guests." You said politely, very aware of Ramsay's gaze on you. You glanced over at him and saw him wear a smirk before pulling the steaks from the bag.

Damon had gone outside with Ramsay to put the food on the grill and you sat at the table waiting on your rolls to finish while Charlotte scrolled through her phone and Matt sat staring at the wall.

"You in school, sweetheart?" You asked the boy.

He shook his head, "no ma'am."

You frowned but didn't press it.

"What do you do then?" You asked in spite of yourself.

"Deal mostly. And I work at the garage. Ramsay caught me tagging an alley wall, said he was impressed with my work, and offered me a job. Damon kinda took me under his wing and has been nice enough to let me crash at his place." Matt said with a shrug, his face betraying the carefree tone of his voice.

"I see." You said slowly, rising from your chair as the timer went off.

Ramsay came in with the tray of steaks and Damon stumbled in behind him, numb with cold.

"Pussy." Ramsay muttered setting the tray down. You smirked.

xxx

"Why didn't you invite Alyn and Ben?" You asked, finally setting your fork down, and glancing at your husband who was fishing for a cigarette.

"Alyn is across town contracting diseases from hookers, or that's what I got out of it. Ben and Liz were going out tonight. Taking their boy to the movies or some shit. That's what he told me. He's been a bit off lately. Not like himself at all." He replied with a shrug. He then gave a long look at Matt, "Where do I have you set up at?"

"The Ring." Matt spoke up, reaching for another roll.

"What's going on over there?"

"New fighters coming in. Selling is steady. The girls robbing guys blind." The kid said through a mouth full. He swallowed and took a drink, "You guys are old. I mean, not old, but this guy came in. Looking for a fight. Says he's come out of retirement, gotta be around y'alls age. From what I get He used to be good. Thought maybe we could get him set up with a big fight."

Ramsay tutted, "Twenty seven is not old, kid. But, tell me about this guy. I may be interested in sponsoring him if he's old like me."

Matt flushed, "don't know his real name. Heard someone call him the White Wolf or some shit."

Damon dropped his fork and threw Ramsay a quick look.

Ramsay gave a compulsive jerk. "Are you sure?" He breathed, fingering his shoulder.

Matt nodded, giving a frightened look at the menacing expression on Ramsay's face.

You peered at Ramsay curiously but he said nothing as he stared at his empty glass, eyes faraway.

xxx

"Sure you don't wanna take anything home, dear?" You asked Matt as he stood with Damon and Charlotte who was still engulfed in her phone. She had hardly spoke through dinner.

"No thank you. It was delicious though. Really. I'm grateful." Matt said, bowing his head slightly before leaving.

You sighed and sat on the couch. Ramsay walked past you.

"Where you going baby?" You asked.

"Clean the kitchen." He responded.

"I'll get it in the morning. Don't worry about it baby, please. Come sit down. You've been busy all day. Come relax. Let me rub your back." You coaxed.

"After."

You sighed and stared at the black screen of the TV.

Without thinking you walked into the empty spare bedroom.

You flipped the light switch on and looked around. Only a couple of boxes.

"Look little one. This will be your room. I can't wait to finally see you in a few days." You said, rubbing your stomach and walking further into the room.

The surrealness hit you from nowhere as you burst into tears. So many emotions at once. How was it possible to be so happy and so afraid at the same time? You wished you and Ramsay could just run far away and live quietly with your child. No more violence. No more drug runs. No more constant looking over your shoulder.

"The fuck are you doing?" Ramsay asked.

You looked up at him from the floor, furiously wiping your eyes, smearing your makeup as you sat up right.

"I was just, uh, showing the baby their room?" You said, unsure anymore.

"Are you going to be like this the whole time? It's fucking weird." Your husband said, frowning and crossing his arms.

You clenched your jaw as annoyance surfaced, "are you going to keep being a dick?"

Ramsay rose to the challenge. You quailed under his look, but you weren’t going to back down. You stood, crossing your arms.

A smirk formed on his face as you gave him the dirtiest look you could muster.

He stepped into you, "Your brave face will get you hurt, baby girl."

You jabbed your finger into his chest, "you don’t frighten me."

He grabbed you wrist, pulling your arm back, as he walked you back into the wall with a laugh. He clashed his mouth with yours, dropping your hand as he cupped your face. You kissed him back aggressively.

"I do frighten you." He whispered in your ear as he pulled away from you, bringing his hand to your throat.

You swallowed, "no."

"Darling, you cannot lie to a liar." he purred, kissing across your jaw.

Your pulse quickened as you closed your eyes, grabbing at his hip, slipping your hands under his belt and pulling him into you.

"Maybe you do frighten me. But I frighten you too. We click, remember? I just realized what you meant by that." you whispered.

Ramsay pulled away from you completely, running his eyes over you and giving a grin.

"Netflix and chill?" He asked, leaving you alone in the empty room.

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revengebodyjourney · 6 years

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Day 4 (12/30/17)

Well be being you would think after my wreck yesterday that i would be allowed to relax and get to sleep in....in this house fat chance...i could probably die and i would be brought back to do something that there was no need for.

After being abruptly being summoned form my bed to help with a valve on the toilet. I prepared myself breakfast...I still have not gotten the items i need to make something different so i went with my usual easy and quick to make. That right...4 slice of bacon and two large eggs prepared scrambled style. Instead of coffee i had a nice refreshing glass of low fat milk.

The day went on i of course tried to return to my vast comfort area of sleep (bed) but was not allowed too. Errands had to be run and preparations for the impeding drop in temperature (yeah btw weatherman where is the snow i was suppose to see like yesterday?) Only person in the world that can be wrong 99% of the time and still keep their job...weatherpeople.

Upon returning to the house I got a surprise my books i had ordered recently had come in which meant i finally had something to read lol.

The picture is actually of lunch...my grandmother was not in the mood to cook nor did she feel like cleaning up the kitchen when we offered to cook and even when we said we would clean she said she had not spent all morning cleaning the whole house just to have it messed up again. Before any of y'all think the house was a wreck this is the lady that mops the floors 5 times a day with pure rubbing alcohol and then steam mops them with her shark...she also vacuums the tile floor. If you are now catching my drift to the pointless-ness of her ferocious approach to keeping the house cleaner and looking like a home no one lives in. I really think to her a house should no signs that a person is ever there. *rolls eyes*

Anyway for lunch we went to Asian City hibachi grill. I of course start thinking, “well sh!t, what am i going to eat at this place.” Of course being low carb i had to stay away from rice and soy sauce...i know should have just shot myself on the way in and saved myself the torture of wanting it. Well handy dandy google came in the clutch. Plus a big shout out to the chef from being so nice and handling all my requests with a smile and telling me it would be no trouble. He was even nicer and double checked if butter was okay to use when preparing my food. I ordered steak medium well and shrimp without the soy sauce. I of coursed asked for no rice and then got loaded down with the hibachi veggies (no soy sauce once again). I did get some of the mustard peanut sauce and ginger sauce on the side just to dip my meat in.

While running some more errands to prepare for more items falling apart in the house since it is a little over 20 years old and everything seems to want to go out or leak...i realized i wanted some coffee. So i went to Starbucks and got myself a grande Christmas blend with a splash of coconut milk and a pump of sugar free mocha syrup...the person taking my order even reminded me about wanting cinnamon ( i may have been going to Starbucks to much to have people reminding me of what i usually order). Anyways I was like oh thats perfect thank you ma'am....and then i kinda of stopped. Quick question: have you ever met a person and you are not exactly sure if they are (wish for you pro-gender choice people, however i do hate to inform you there are only two genders and your DNA no matter how much you change the outside is going to show you the gender you really are.) This was one of those moments i had said ma'am and was not really sure if i should have. The person was oh thank you and nice so i guess i had said the right thing or being the customer service job have become use to ppl saying ma'am or sir by accident. However I must say this person had lovely handwriting...i wish i could write as neat and elegant as this person had when they wrote my order on the lid.

Of course once home i wanted to relax since i had been going and going just like that bunny on the commercials....but oooohhhh no the Christmas tree, which was in a corner out of the way and being left alone by all the animals in the house, had to come down. I did not put that damn thing up, fighting getting all the lights to come on, have the angel perfectly looking down but not too much, decorate the ribbons on it to perfectly match the angel, make sure the branches were fluffy and full, place each ornament in just the right spot so the tree did not look crowded and do this a couple of times due to my OCD...to have it not stay up for even three weeks because someone in the house felt that the tree had hijacked the house and made it messy. Not to mention i had to listen to all the critiques about how i decorated it and did it when the same person critiquing wanted nothing to do with it....ill be damned I'm dealing with that. So i continued to relax and kept getting asked when i was gonna take down the tree...my first response was if you want it down so bad you do it but of course i can't be rude or disrespectful (although everyone else can)

After some time i realized i was hungry and it was close to dinner time...once again i came to the realization there was not much in the house that i could make quickly and stay with in the bounds of my diet I'm trying to keep. So i improvised. I found “ready to cook” Tyson chicken strips and threw those in a pan then chopped up two strips of bacon and tossed those in as well and let it all simmer together. Now i like my food to taste good...if I'm gonna eat it , it has to have flavor. So i sprinkle in a little cayenne pepper, red pepper flakes, salt and pepper. I think throw in some minced garlic (the world market kind). let that simmer all together a bit and i realize i need some kinda veggies...well i love baby spinach so i grab a handful and toss it in letting it all cook and welt down together. Honestly or just throwing it together it was pretty delicious...the pepper seasoning really helped to make it good. All was accompanied by a large cool glass of water.

I was trying to be very reserved today in my eating due to the fact i would not be able to make it to the gym with everything needing to be done and the weather was rather nasty (i was not feeling that). I keep track of all this in my “Lose it” app on my phone and really watching my nutrients especially the carb percentage. Also I know I'm went out of my guidelines yesterday with chick-fil-a and the fact tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and i know I'm gonna be cheating with food right and left so i had to watch myself today. Im even considering going in tomorrow and doing a two hour long workout just to not feel to guilty later.

Great news...i did amazing on my percentages...44% protein, 44% fat, and only 11% carbs...which if i am not mistaken is my lowest carb count yet!!!!!!!!

Well that is it for today...probably will not have a post tomorrow due to the fact of new year’s eve...or i might do two or three mini posts to keep the update going depends on how my day plays out. Well I'm out y'all...Mr. Sandman calling my name..TTFN.

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