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Note: I realizing I haven’t been doing as efficiently as i want to do it BUT we’re working on that folks!! Let’s get on with the party shall we?
Chapter Nine (This Means War) >> Link Here<<
This chapter is filled with smut, but there was one line that did stick out to me.
“You are mine. Everything about you belongs to me. You are everything I need." He said firmly, narrowing his good eye at you. "Do you understand me?”
MMMMM Bless.
Chapter Ten (The Bastard’s Bitches) >> Link Here <<
"But I thought... It sold months ago." You breathed taking in the jeep you had been eyeing for months. You weren't even sure why. You just fell in love with it, and it came as a small heartache when you drove past the lot one afternoon on your way to work and it was gone.”
Not gonna lie. I want a jeep too. Where’s my jeep RamBam????
"Mkay. Well, I need to make a small detour. While you're waiting on me you can decide."
Small. Yeah right. And I’m the Queen of England. Suuuuuuure.
(Also, this quote and the previous quote are a bit far apart. Kudos to Kee for getting me so deep in the story AGAIN that I forgot I was reacting to it)
Moments later….
“Clenching his jaw he pulled on a pair of leather gloves, fumbling under his seat and bringing up a gun. He slid the clip out of it, checking it before clicking it back in place. He then screwed a suppressor on the barrel.
"Baby, what are you doing?" You asked, eyeing the gun and glancing at the trailer.
"Nobody steals from me." Was all he said”
THERES MY MURDER BOY
“You considered her words, leaning back into the couch, "well, let's go then. I want to meet these girls. Because I may have more important uses for you than you just shaking your ass." You weren't sure what it was, but you felt you could trust the girl.”
Yesssssssssssssss. I love it when romantic counterparts get into the family business THEIR way. Its great. More pls
"I have employed the Sand Snakes under me. They will report to me. They are the first of many. Your men are all sitting around, dick in hand, getting us nowhere. So I feel it's time for the Bastard's Bitches to come into play. We now have four girls employed at the Lannister's club. I can hear better rumors from them, then you're getting from these... um... gentlemen." You said, resting your palms on the table and giving a long look around the table.”
How this works: I grab quotes from the chapter and post my genuine reaction and commentary on them. Please read along with me! To prevent spoilers and other surprises, I will be using the “read more” option so no one will be spoiled. Quotes in italics are real quotes from the fic. The rest is my reaction to everything.
Note: I realizing I haven’t been doing as efficiently as i want to do it BUT we’re working on that folks!! Let’s get on with the party shall we?
Chapter Seven: Dreadfort Manor >> LINK HERE <<
You suppressed the urge to slap him, "You're cleaning all of this up. How many did you kill today?" "Enough." Was all Ramsay said, tearing his shirt off and mopping his bloodied face with it. "Oh yeah, baby doll, these are two new guys. Matt and uh..." he said, snapping his fingers and closing his eyes, "Brian. Yeah. They did good."
Honestly, seeing Ramsay being so casual about killing a bunch of guys is healing. Also, I’m eating an entire block of cheese as a snack right now.
"Where are you going?" You questioned, taking in your friends face.
Oh fuck…that hurts my heart. I don’t like it.
Ramsay sat in an empty chair and pulled you into his lap. A woman set a bottle of beer on the table. Ramsay scowled at the bottle and swept it off the table. "Something that doesn't taste like shit." He growled.
That’s my boy!!!!
"Baby girl, can you check on the dogs? I need to have a talk with these men." He added, giving you a look. "Yeah, of course." You said through a false smile, which he noted as he narrowed his eyes at you. You stood and left the way you came. You shut the door behind you and closed your eyes, taking a deep, calming breath, leaning against the door. Ramsay burst into manic shouting, and you heard the shatter of breaking glass and a single gunshot.”
THAT’S MY BOY!!!!!
“You swallowed thickly and placed a kiss to your husband's forehead as he stuffed the rag between his teeth, jaw clenched, his grip painfully tight on your leg even though the pain hadn't even begun for him. You took a deep breath and slid the hooked needle through his skin, struggling to keep your hand steady.”
Imagine your OTP tho
“If poor Alyn knew what was happening in this back seat he was good at ignoring it as he turned up the radio, cracking his own window and lighting a cigarette.”
You may ask yourself, “Why did you choose this non-smut quote about smut, Crow?” I’ll tell you. The smut was THAT good ya’ll. I’m fanning myself. I feel like I sinned.
Chapter Eight: Christmas Blues >> LINK HERE <<
“You met a plump and kindly looking woman in the kitchen. This was your new mother in law. Walda. 'Fat Walda' Ramsay said mockingly when he had told you.”
In this house, we STAN Walda. We love Walda. Stfu if anyone says otherwise.
“Walda gave an excited gasp, bringing her hand up to her mouth and smiling. "How wonderful!"
SEE HOW NICE SHE IS. Ugh an angel. I tell you.
“What are you doing?" She asked in a quiet voice, almost afraid.”
Ooooohhhhh noooooo Walda bby noooooo (Also, am I going to make this entire chapter filled with Walda reactions??? Fuck yeah I am. And fuck you. )
'Trash.' you thought to yourself taking the woman in. She looked like a back alley crank whore. She might have been very pretty if she didn't engage in drug use. At least Damon had dressed her nice for the dinner.”
Okay so I WAS gonna make this entire chapter about Walda….but I forgot about this gem.
“Domeric Bolton, heir to Bolton Ammunitions & Fire Arms, and his wife were found dead execution style in their home late Saturday....”
See, this is what I love about reading different Ramsay Bolton fic writers. What do they do with Domeric?? If you remember Bang Bang!, I actually have Domeric alive and walking around in it. Kee deals with him differently obviously. But, it’s worthy of note. If any of you do write Ramsay, you have to remember: whatever you do with Domeric…you have to show that with Roose Bolton. The Boltons are a tight-knit family on purpose. Remember that.
"Mother fucker." He muttered, rising from his chair. He gave you an excited look, his eyes glittering in a psychotic way. "But, go get ready for dinner. I'm sure Fat Walda can find you a dress."
FUCKING GREYJOY
"I did once, Ramsay. It resulted in two separate six foot holes in the ground." Roose said striding past you, snatching up the article.”
Again. Whatever you do with Dom, you show with Roose. If you keep him alive, Dom is going to have his own voice. You kill him? Roose is forever bitter with Ramsay.
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Chapter Five: Bad Moon Rising . > LINK TO CHAPTER FIVE HERE <
Ramsay was hastily packing bags full of guns and other weapons. You scrunched your brows, "What are you doing?" You asked through a dry mouth, rubbing your eyes. Ramsay spun around to look at you, "What are you doing?"
Of course. Ramsay packin’ away at guns and shit AND he has the BALLS to ask his PREGNANT WIFE ‘what r u doing?’ My dude. Ramsay. My boy. Phew. I hope this goes well for you.
"You're right. It wasn't me. But that bank is my bank. Those tattoos were placed and caught on camera on purpose." He hissed, in anger, holding his arms up in comparison.
Woof. That did not go well for you at ALL, buddy. Yeowch.
“Whatever my queen likes." He murmured, kissing along your folds.”
YESS. I am here for the NSFW CON-TENT LEGGO
“He set the glass down and offered a sickly, sweet smile that you weren't sure was genuine or not. "Yes sir. Very much so.”
Can I have more awkward Ramsay please? This is lovely.
Ramsay gave you a quick side long glance before rising slowly from his seat. You took in the looks of horror on your parents faces before turning to see Detective Greyjoy and three officers.
GODDAMMIT. Here? In this lovely bar and grill? Now? Seriously???
"The jig is up, the news is out, they finally found me!" Ramsay sang with an upbeat step and his usual smirk, eyeing Greyjoy.
Bless you, Ramsay.
"She's in on it too." You heard Greyjoy mutter.
Shut up, Greyjoy
Chapter Six: House of Memories > LINK TO CHAPTER SIX HERE <
This lot was where you learned it all. How to hustle, shake your ass, useless party tricks, and how to love. This was the first place you had met Ramsay. The first place you had fucked him. The first place you had met the gang. The place Ramsay had professed his love for you. The place where Ramsay beat a cop into an unconscious, bloody pulp before asking you to marry him through the back seat of the cop car. The first place you were when you found out you were pregnant just a few short days ago.
As tragic as this is, WHAT GREAT WRITING THO
"My god." Your mother gasped.
My god is right, mama.
"Start again I guess. Maybe save some of the unburnt wood to use in the building of a new bar counter. Go bigger. Go better. Blow the Lion's club out of the water. They wouldn't have shit on us."
YEAH FUCK’EM
You gasped, taking Ramsay in. He was sporting a black eye, bloodied nose, and covered in blood that was not his. The other three men looking just as rough. Ramsay brought his gaze to yours before frowning. "God damnit. Fucking ice cream." He groaned, clutching his shoulder.
“Did it feel real to you?” She knows that dreams and nightmares can be like that. Asta had many that way. “It is normal to have nightmares once in a while, was it a bad one?”
kee-writestrash replied to your post: alright fam, I am sober, doing laundry and...
future reference: coffee grounds will absorb the smell and liquid, then you can vacuum it all up. and then after, use a cleaner that breaks down enzymes (like found in many pet carpet cleaners) and it will completely lift the smell and nothing left behind. :)
omg thank you so much, I’m kinda worried about the smell? Because I’m really really sensitive to smell? But I have natures miracle and I can use that!
Enough, yes, but at odd times. Meryll is likely to be out exploring at night when she shouldn’t be, and then can often be found having a little nap under a tree during the day.
General Appearance: heart shaped face like her mother, piercing eyes and dark hair
Personality: defiant of most people but tries to respect her parents, teasing to the point where it gets others in trouble
Special Talents: master of the casual side eye, great at charming people to do what she wants, pretty god with animals, ruler of the smirks and has perfected the defiant cock of her eyebrows
Who they like better: Ramsay, she wants to please him so badly
Who they take after more: Margie, after all a girl needs her mother and it’s thanks to Margie that she is the way she is
Personal Head canon: Azalea is a huge dog person and likes big fight dogs, she isn’t like most girls that want to sit still and look pretty and won’t hesitate to make someone else throw a punch if she gets annoyed
Face Claim: jodelle ferland
Name: Cain Cole Bolton
Gender: male
General Appearance: big piercing eyes,dark hair and thin lips like his father but he has his mother’s nose and casual expression
Personality: sweet to the people he likes but can be a real pain for others, tends to coax out the worst in people
Special Talents: perfectly masters the crooked smirk that both his parents do, pretty great painter and rather good with animals
Who they like better: Margie, he always sought her out more when he was a child, but he tries to spend an equal amount of time with both parents
Who they take after more: Margie, while he is in no way weak Cain holds a sort of softness in him(mind you he won’t show it to everyone)
Personal Head canon: Cain knows he’s the best. He was doted on his entire childhood and basically told that he was better than most people, this causes him to carry himself like a royal and that in turn makes people believe that he is better than them
