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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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first impressions

pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x reader

summary: [request] “hmm prompts... Ransom introducing you (a total opposite of him) to his family for the first time, or a Thrombey wedding! if you feel like it” i like where your brain is at anon! but why not a little bit of both? ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: pretty fluffy, some angst, toxic family dynamics

author’s note: this has been super lightly edited so pls forgive any mistakes <3 click here if you’d like to be added to my taglist & all reblogs are super appreciated!

You felt slightly out of place driving through the neighborhood of your youth in the passenger seat of Ransom’s beloved Beamer. Thinking of how your parents would react to your boyfriend, let alone his lifestyle of excess, made your heart rate increase, and you shuffled a bit in your seat unconsciously as a result of your nerves. As if he were reading your thoughts, Ransom set a steady hand on your knee and gave it a tiny reassuring squeeze before parking in front of the curb ahead of your home.

Nervously exiting the vehicle, you watched wordlessly as Ransom grabbed your overnight bags from the trunk, and hauled them over his shoulders. Still saying nothing, you reached out and grabbed Ransom’s hand, constricting his circulation as you strolled up to your door, and rang your own doorbell.

When your mother whipped open the door and offered you an excited grin, you finally were able to let out the breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“Goose!” your mother cheered, squeezing the life out of you while you snuck a glance at Ransom who seemed rather amused by the childhood pet name. “And who’s this?” she asked, pulling away from you and looking him up and down.

“I’m Ransom, your daughter’s boyfriend,” he announced with confidence, offering your mom friendly smile, before glancing back over at you and raising his brows the slightest bit.

“Finally putting a face to the name, then. I’ve heard all about you from this one. Come on in,” she gestured for the two of you to enter. “Y/N can show you to her room, and dinner will be ready in about a half hour,” with that, your mother was off, and you were once again alone with Ransom.

You showed him up to your room, where he set down the bags and flopped down onto your bright pink duvet.

“Goose, huh?” he questioned, rolling on the hyperfeminine twin mattress.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before sitting down next to the headboard of the bed.

“Do you think she liked me?” Ransom asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “Did you tell her good things about me?”

“Since when do you care about what other people think of you?” you giggled a bit, and planted your fingers in Ransom’s hair.

“I care because…” he thought for a moment, calculating just how honest he wanted to be. “I care because this is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and I want my future parents-in-law to like me.”

“We’ve been together for like, a year, Ran. But I applaud your commitment to me,” you massaged his scalp as you spoke, and ignored the butterflies floating throughout your torso at his mention of marriage.

“Well? Do you think she likes me?” he asked once again.

“Mmm, I like when you care about things,” you pressed a little peck to his forehead, and hovered a bit over his face. “She said like, 20 words to you, max. But after dinner I’m sure they’ll like you. At least I hope they will.”

Ransom playfully swatted at you. “How comforting. Wait, stay right there,” he reached up and held the hand that was massaging his scalp in place.

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By the time dinner came around, you seemed to have switched emotions with your partner, as you were feeling much more relaxed, and Ransom on the other hand, was not.

He kept a hand on your knee under the table in what seemed like a grounding technique, squeezing every now and then while your father plated your meals.

“So, how did you two meet?” your father questioned, sitting down beside your mom.

“We met while we were volunteering at the Humane Society together,” you gushed, glancing over at your partner who was nervously sipping his water, then back at your parents. “He always seemed so pissed in the beginning. I mean, the amount of times I saw him growling obscenities while tugging on harnesses, or playing the most unenthusiastic games of fetch I’d ever seen in my life is astounding,” you laughed softly, and looked over at Ransom once again as if you were cueing him to speak.

“Yeah, I really didn’t like it there at first. Not really a dog guy, but my grandad said it was community service or no allowance, and I was not interested in the latter,” he chuckled awkwardly and received confused expressions from your parents, which granted you an SOS squeeze on the knee.

“Um, anyway, one day we were closing, and I went into the last cat suite, and there grumpy old Ransom was, cuddling with Garfield, you know, the old cat with the three legs, and it was literally the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Especially ‘cause Garfield is so hard to please,'' you paused to take a bite of the food in front of you. “We started talking more after that, then he asked me out, and of course I said yes. I guess the rest is history.”

“Aw, Goose, that’s so cute!” your mom cooed, but the moment didn’t last too long.

“What do you do for work, Ransom?” Your dad asked, tilting his beer at the man.

“I’m currently in between jobs. But, uh, I’ve been doing a lot of volunteer work.”

Your father nodded wordlessly and paused for a second. “Volunteering get you a Beamer?”

“Dad!” You interrupted in a yelp, “please.” You frowned as you looked between the men.

“Y/N, it’s fine. It’s a good question, but I got it as a gift a few years back. And, you know, my family’s comfortable.”

Before your father could respond, your mom popped in to save the conversation. “No money talk at the table, please. Tell me more about your relationship,” she gave both of you a sympathetic look.

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After that, dinner went on without much of a hitch, and you agreed upon doing the dishes with your mother while your father and boyfriend prepared a little fire outside.

“He seems sweet,” she commented after a long period of silence.

“I’m glad you think so. He was really worried about you not liking him, and honestly, I was too,” you rinsed the last glass before setting it in your dishwasher.

“I just want you to be careful, okay? When you have that much money, people do strange things, or say things they don’t mean and expect you to just take it. He seems like a good boy, but just don’t let your guard completely down. The last breakup you went through-“

“Stop, I get it,” you sighed softly.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t like him. I just don’t want to see you that hurt again,” she gave your arm a soft squeeze. “Let’s go stop your dad from catching a murder charge,” she beckoned you to follow her out to the backyard, where your boyfriend and dad were… laughing together? If you weren’t so relieved, it’d almost be off-putting.

The rest of the night went alarmingly well, Ransom finding a way to bond with both of your parents after an awkward first half of the evening. As the two of you crawled into your tiny bed and spooned while drifting off to sleep, Ransom slurred a tired ‘I think they liked me,’ into your ear.

From that point on, Ransom’s position within your family only became better. For the first time, he was welcomed into a familial environment that wasn’t more toxic than a Chernobyl cooling tower, and Ransom was loving it. After suggesting to spend that year’s Thanksgiving at your parents’ home, spending the holidays with the L/N family became a frequent occurrence for the two of you.

Though you occasionally wondered why you were four years into a relationship with the man, and still hadn’t met his family, which to your understanding, was rather large, you had better things to concern yourself with. You understood and respected that Ransom’s relationship with his own family wasn't the best, from the little that he shared with you, but occasionally curiosity often got the best of you.

Yet, things seemed to shift after your engagement. In the midst of dress fittings and cake tastings, Ransom had decided that it was finally time for you to meet the rest of the Thrombey clan, and that there was no better time than Harlan’s book release party, which was being celebrated out in California, at the Thrombey Vineyard.

In your years of relationship, you’d become no stranger to luxury, and the finer things in life, but arriving at the Vineyard put you in awe at just how affluent these people were. Perhaps that’s what happens when you’re one of the great writers of your time, and your offspring go off to become equally “self-made” successes.

You were a bit tired from the three hour difference between Boston and Sonoma Valley, and as soon as you hopped out of the car at the vineyard, you could only think of getting to your room, out of your baggy travel clothes, and to sleep as soon as possible.

Trailing behind Ransom, you looked around at the vast expanse of crop-filled land around you in astonishment while you walked up the cement path to the mansion, not really noticing the petite woman with curled blonde hair, and an oversized straw hat approaching you.

“Oh gosh, you must be Y/N!” she said gleefully. “I’m Joni. I’ve seen you all over Ranny’s Insta,” she paused and looked you up and down. “Well, you do look a little different there,” she chuckled.

“That’s great, Joni. Maybe you can Tweet about how exhilarating and life changing this experience has been for you to all your little pyramid scheme friends.”

“You’re always so rude, Hugh,” she sneered.

“I forgot about your chronic victimhood. Goodbye, Joan,” he rolled his eyes, and practically tugged you inside the massive building in front of you, before dragging you up the stairs. You were honestly in a little bit of shock at seeing how nasty Ransom got from just a small interaction.

You set your Louis Vuitton Keepal, and aluminum suitcase down on the granite floor of the bedroom, before flopping down, and spreading your limbs out on the massive memory foam bed that sat in the center of the room, “What was that, Ran?” you questioned as he sprawled out next to you.

“The reason why I didn’t want you to meet them. They’re like sharks, looking for anything that even resembles blood in the water,” he threw an arm around you and yawned. “We can talk about this in the morning, though. Right now, I think that both of us need a shower.”

“Speak for yourself, you stink bug.”

“But what if I get lonely in there?”

“Fine,” you huffed, moving his arm off of you, and heading off to the en-suite.

That night, as you stared at the blank wall in a vain attempt to quiet your mind enough to fall asleep, you questioned if coming to meet Ransom’s family was more of a mistake than you initially anticipated.

The next morning felt a bit frantic. You and Ransom woke up a few hours before everyone else, as they’d been in California for a few days now and had adjusted to the time difference, while you two had not. An in-house chef made you two a gourmet buffet of a meal while housekeepers laid out your clothes back in your room, and you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the sudden interferences in your life. Though it was nice to not have to do all of the work, you weren’t sure how you felt about other people doing it for you.

The majority of your day felt similar to that morning. You quickly realized that Ransom’s fortune was just a small portion of the Thrombey estate, and that his family were essentially a bunch of monsters with money. Throughout the day of horse riding, wine tasting, and wine painting workshops, you couldn’t help but notice how they turned their noses up at you, treating you, and the staff working at the vineyard, like some sort of outsider.

Your alienation only became more apparent during Harlan’s celebratory dinner, when insults and sneers were tossed at both you and Ransom for being together.

“Are you trying to get revenge on us, or something?” Richard asked at one point, gesturing to you, and catching you completely off guard,

“Why would you say something like that?” Ransom asked, trying not to let his offence show as his jaw clenched.

“It’s just not like you to want to settle down, especially with someone like… her,” he spoke about you like you weren’t sitting right there.

“No, I agree,” Walt added. “For once in our lives I agree with you,” he laughed aloud, and a few other folks at the table laughed with him. “Can you believe that after all these years, we’re bonding over Ransom’s little girlfriend?”

You weren’t even sure how to react, so you laughed awkwardly along with them, and stared blankly at the vast expanse of grape trees behind the row of Thrombey and their friends. What you would give to sprint out into that, and never come back.

Ransom looked to you in your obvious discomfort, and grabbed your knee, offering it a little reassuring squeeze before he interrupted them.

“You know what? All of you dickheads can eat shit. Y/N is really the only person who matters to me at this point, and you pricks need to respect that. Hell, you need to respect her.”

“Look at little Ranny, getting all soft,” Walt chided.

He ignored the comment and continued on, “And If I don’t start hearing apologies soon, every single one of your wedding invites have a one way ticket to the shredder.”

A silence fell over the table. You were a bit surprised too, since your invites had already gone out, and Harlan was the only Thrombey to receive one.

“...You’re getting married?” Meg asked, breaking the silence. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?”

“Why do you think?” you muttered, pushing around a few things on your plate before standing up, and pushing your chair away. “Excuse me.”

You knew that by leaving, you were only opening yourself up for more criticism, but you genuinely weren’t sure that you’d be able to take one more second of hostility. You pushed your chair back in, before heading off the patio, into the gigantic home, and up to the room that you’d claimed.

You rolled on top of the bed, and screamed into a feather filled pillow. It wasn’t too long after when tears stung your eyes as you came to the conclusion that these monsters were just a few months away from becoming your in-laws.

You thought you’d heard the most of it after the table, yet a prompt knocking at your door proved otherwise. Letting herself in, you turned to face Ransom’s mother herself, and you just knew that you were in for it.

“Listen, you whore,” Linda began in a sharp, yet quiet tone, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with my son. Isolate him from us. Try to ‘change him’ like I know you think you’re doing. But just know that at the end of the day, he’ll always pick us. You’ll always be the second choice, especially when Ransom realizes that you barely have a dime to your name, and his bank account starts to runs dry,” she approached you, and pointed an accusatory finger towards you. “You’ll never be anything but a disgusting, sloppy little gold digger. You may be his toy of the week, but at the end of the day, you’re just an afterthought. I suggest that you get out of his life sooner than later. I’m sure Ransom wouldn’t mind, considering we already have your replacement with one foot in the door,” she gestured over to the window facing the back patio, where Ransom was chatting with a brunette woman that appeared to be quite a few years younger than himself.

“You’re cute, Y/N. Really! It’s cute that you’re thinking right now that he would never leave you, cheat on you with some new, younger, hotter piece of ass. Just know that you don’t know Ransom as well as you really think you do. I can promise you, it’ll be much easier to break off an engagement than it’ll be to get a divorce. Especially with that prenup he’s considering dropping on your desk any day.” she tutted as if she cared. “Well, sweetheart, it was great meeting you. I’m glad that these were our first and last words together,” she gave your back a pat before leaving the room, and you looked out the window in shock.

Shaking as you dig into the pocket of your sundress, you sent Ransom a simple ‘help’ message, before setting your phone aside and trying to pack your belongings in as quick of a manner as possible.

When Ransom opened the door, a steady stream of tears and mascara was staining your face, while you urgently threw things into your suitcase.

“Goose, what happened?” he gasped, hurrying over to your kneeling form, and setting a hand on your shoulder.

“Why,” you sniffled. “Why would you let her come up here and say all that shit to me!” you croaked, swatting his hand away from you.

“What?” he watched as you pressed down on the overfilled suitcase and frantically attempted to zip it, to no avail. “Linda said she was gonna come apologize?”

“Telling me that I’ll never be enough for you is just a perfect apology,” you muttered, “I need to go home.”

“God,” he grumbled to himself, “This is exactly why I waited so long for them to meet you. Okay, we can go home then. I’ll buy us tickets right now.”

“This is on you too, Ransom. You didn’t tell them about us, like, at all. You had so much time! You couldn’t give Linda a call and say ‘hey I’ve been seeing this girl’ or even tell Harlan to deliver the message for you?” you hiccuped, but continued. “All of this could’ve been avoided if they had four years to adjust to our relationship. Maybe then they wouldn’t call me a whore and a gold digger every other sentence.”

“I was just trying to protect you from them,” he frowned.

You finally managed to zip up the suitcase, and stood up along with it, “well, you clearly did a great job of that.”

You dusted off the skirt of your dress, and grabbed your phone. “I’ll let you know when our car gets here,” you huffed before walking into the en-suite and closing the door behind you, just to have a moment for yourself (and make yourself look a bit more put together before you leave.)

A tense car ride, and awkward flight later, you marched straight into the guest bedroom, and cocooned yourself under a copious amount of blankets. You felt like you stayed there for years, only getting out of bed to shower and use the restroom, and living off of the crustless sandwiches and jarred spaghetti your fiancé brought to your door.

You slept most of the time, and in the moments you weren’t sleeping, you were dwelling on every vicious word thrown at you at the vineyard. Every day, you listened to Ransom apologize through the door, yet every day, you questioned if going through with the wedding was truly the wisest idea.

A few days into your stay in the guest bedroom, you finally allowed Ransom to stay in the room for more than just dropping off food. He sat down next to you in bed, and cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly back and forth against the skin.

“I don’t know how I can make things right for you,” he said softly. “I really did set you up, and I didn’t even mean to. I should’ve made better decisions, but I can’t change four years ago. But I can keep those heinous people away from you. They’ll never have the chance to do, or say anything like that to you again, okay?” his thumb caught on a tear, which he promptly wiped away. “Just… please don’t leave me. The bed feels too empty without you, and it’s just been a few days. I can’t imagine feeling that emptiness for the rest of my life.”

You whimpered and sat up, abruptly embracing the broad man. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let your idiot family make me question the validity of our relationship,” you muttered into his shirt.

“I promise you you’ll never have to worry about them again. They had their opportunity to make things right, and they missed it.”

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Things were more or less smooth sailing after that fiasco. You found your perfect venue, decided on your ideal Honeymoon spot, and finished your seating arrangements with time to spare, and the next thing you knew your wedding day was around the corner.

It all seemed to happen so fast, one second you were being walked down the aisle, the next, exchanging vows and rings as aisles of your friends and family members cheered for you, Y/N Drysdale.

Your reception also seemed to slip right through your fingers, your first dance, toasts and cake cutting finding itself over almost as soon as it started. You were grateful that you hired a wedding videographer, as the day was so overwhelming, you weren’t quite sure how much of it you’d remember.

As you drove off to the airport, Ransom set his hand upon your knee one more time. A warm, fuzzy feeling formed in your chest at the all too familiar gesture. You turned your head from the window to your husband, who was grinning back at you, and couldn’t help but to think of how perfect your wedding ended up, though it felt like it sped by quickly. More than anything, you were grateful that you didn’t give up on Ransom despite his interesting family.

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trashywritestrash · 4 years ago

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Do y’all know the movie “Ready or Not” with Samara Weaving?

I’m thinking about doing a “Ready or Not” and “Knives Out” crossover where the reader is a part of the family in “Ready or Not” and dating Ransom! Idk how long it would be, but I’ve kinda got an idea going for the plot

#ready or not #ready or not fanfiction #knives out #knives out fanfic #knives out fanfiction #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out crossover #ready or not crossover #what do yall think #nel asks #non content post

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meobsessions · 4 years ago

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Chapter 34: An Epilogue is now posted!

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Stay tuned here in the next few days: I’m going to be posting a question that I’ll ask your help with in regards to future work.

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capsiclecevans · 4 years ago

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We All Deserve a Second Chance

Chapter One: That Fresh New Life

Warnings: only some swearing in this chapter

Summary: its the redemption story we all long for the one and only ransom drysdale, with him on the path to figure who he actually is without his family and his grandfather’s fortune to fall back on. What could happen? Meet the one woman who could make him a better person maybe? Give him the live that he now craves?

Word Count: 1,083

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

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Ransom sighed to himself as he watched a pair of scrawny inmates start a brawl in the middle of the cafeteria. Probably about something very minimal. It was the third one this week by his counting. He was sick of it, he would be glad when he was out of the place with his freedom back, but no, he was stuck in prison, for life, after he was found guilty in having a hand in his own grandfather’s death. Harlan Thrombey’s death, even though was technically suicide (he slit his own throat for God’s sake!) Ransom played a part as he had tried to frame Marta Cabrera for his death. He tried so fucking hard for her to be sent down for Harlan’s death. Only because his grandfather decided to leave everything in his will to Marta, his nurse. Not a single red dime to his family, their birthright all gone because of a piece of paper. His fortune. House. The publishing company, Blood Like Wine. All gone from the family’s grasp in a matter of minutes at the will reading. All gone to her. God, he despised her, he thought she was decent for helping his grandfather, but now, he hated her.

When he was sentenced for his crimes, his own mother disowned him. She shouted as the police officers took him away, shouted that he wasn’t any son of hers, that when he is released not to bother crawling back to the family. Not that he cared anyway, they all treated him like shit and he knew that it was them that influenced his behaviour. Born into money, always having money without having to worry made him abuse this privilege, especially with his drinking, shopping habits and also that he was always at the country club which cost a bomb each month for the membership. His grandfather was the only one who supported his ways, because he supported the entire family.

Looking back now, after nearly 2 years in prison, Ransom knew that he had the opportunities to make his life better, make his family proud of him but he always knew that he grandfather would have his back, especially with the money he had in the bank. Ransom needed to get out, prove himself to the world that even though he was a criminal, he could turn his life around and be a good person. Even though it would take a long time to get to the place he wanted, potentially a family and a loving wife, a career that he loved. He never thought he would want that from his life, especially after seeing what his family were like when it came to love, he didn’t like the role models he had for this. But, Ransom was ready, he wanted to be a better person. He thought that her was doing well with this by keeping to himself in here, not engaging in the fights or the gang culture that has prevailed in the prison. Drugs. Contraband. You name it, inmates found a way to get it in under the warden’s nose.

Ransom believed that he was a changed man, that hopefully he would have a life that he never thought he wanted when he gets out of prison, if he gets to leave prison that is.

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Ransom was laying on his very uncomfortable bed, tattered book in hand as he read quietly. His cellmate was down at the gym, fucking wanker, Ransom thought, he never understood why he had to be at the gym all the time. Maybe he was part of one of the multiple gangs that were in the prison, not that Ransom cared. As long as he was able to keep to himself, away from the troublemakers so that he could potentially be released early.

“Drysdale…” The warden said as he stood in the open doorway, looking at Ransom sprawled out on his single bunk, one arm resting under his head as he held the book up with his other hand. “Your attorney’s here to talk…said it is urgent…” He says in his bored and uninterested tone. Like we all have better places to be, Ransom thought as he looks from the book to the warden.

Ransom frowns as he shuts the book, sitting up and making sure he doesn’t bang his head on the bunk above his. “He is? I haven’t spoken to him in over a year, we both agreed that there was no point in trying to appeal my sentence…” Ransom was just so confused that his attorney was here to speak to him after radio silence from the outside world for over a year.

The warden stood there and sighed, not caring about what Ransom had to say as he guided him towards the meeting room, probably wanting to get back to his office with a coffee and doughnut. Ransom glanced round as he passed the other cells and inmates, not making any contact so they don’t say anything to him to rile him up. He couldn’t wait to get out of here, back out into the world, a new man.

As the warden let Ransom into the room, his attorney stood as the door opened and reached over, shaking Ransom’s hand quickly. “Ransom, sit please, we have had some news about your sentence…”

Ransom could sense the uneasy tone of his attorney’s voice as he sat down on the hard chair slowly. Maybe they have added more time on to the original sentence, but he can’t understand why they should. There wasn’t any more evidence incriminating him or he would have heard before now. He hasn’t given them a reason to while he has been in here. “Okay…what’s going on then..?”

“Well, since you have been like a model inmate over the last 2 years, no complaints about you, no fighting and no need for solitary confinement, the judge has looked over the sentence he originally gave to you, and, by careful consideration that you are not a threat to the public, he is happy to release you, as long as you follow some conditions…”

Ransom looked at his attorney shocked, he was getting released? He thought he would never get out of here. “What are the conditions?” Ransom asks, suddenly a little nervous, but overjoyed that he would be able to go home.

Home. He can make that start on his fresh new life that he wants to have now, no matter what it takes.

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dbnightingale24 · 3 years ago

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Justified

Ransom Drysdale ~ One Shot

I have no clue why I’m like this. I was in the middle of writing the next chapter for my Andy Barber story, when I came up with this idea and had to drop everything to write it. Of course, I have a million other things that I need to update and post, but let me just go ahead and write about Ransom...again. Anyway, I have Covid (boooooo), so I now have a ton of free time to write and annoy you all (yaaaaaaay!!!). So, here's another angsty one shot (because I’m an asshole) and I hope you all enjoy!

P.S. @itsbrittany425, I’m really sorry, but in my defense, I did warn you that you’d hate me for this.

Word Count: 16,068 (I’m so sorry I’m like this y’all)

Warnings: Smut (this shit is 18+ so minors need to scamper off), loss of virginity, cheating (Cause Ransom), Swearing, Drinking (it is me here), mentions of loss, car accident, smoking, mentions of drug use, arguing (so much arguing), indecisiveness, name calling, and I’m sure I forgot something but that’s overall it.

Song(s) That Inspired This:

Justified - Kacey Musgraves

Good Wife - Kacey Musgraves

Summary: Ransom has always been the center of your world you’ve always been the center of his. However, when he can’t change his ways and you’re tired of the heartbreak, is it really so bad if you think it’s best to walk away? Ransom thinks so.

You hadn’t realized how much you miss your ex-grandfather-in-law until his warm smile greets you, followed by his arms enveloping you in a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming,” he beams at you once you two finally breakaway. “Tonight’s a big deal and I want all of my family here.”

“I’m no longer-”

“None of that,” he quickly snaps. “What that boy was thinking, I’m still not sure, but you’re always going to be a part of this family. You’ve always been too good for him anyway.”

“I may need you to remind me of that as the night goes on,” you laugh softly as you nervously twiddle your fingers. “Is he here yet?”

“No, you know Ransom. Can’t ever be on time for a damn thing and makes a scene when he finally arrives.”

“Wasn’t always like that,” you sigh, remembering.

“It’s going to be okay,” Harlan smiles reassuringly before taking your hand. “You don’t even have to speak to him, no one is expecting you to and it’s more than he deserves. Tonight isn’t about him.”

“He’ll find a way to make it about him,” you laugh humorlessly.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he sighs as he leads you into the living room area where the release party for his newest book was in full swing. You make your way around the room, getting hugs and ‘its great to see yous’ from people you hadn’t seen since the divorce, including Linda. It doesn’t do much to ease your anxiety. The more you look around the room, the more memories come flooding back.

Good and bad.

Memories of the many nights of the two of you staying up to get Ransom caught up on his college work because you wouldn’t let him fail out. The arguments of why you wouldn’t go out with him, you consoling him after his latest blow up with Walt or Linda, him consoling you after the loss of your father, and so many other things. You two built up an entire life together.

Then he just let it all crash and burn.

In hindsight, there were a million red flags that made themselves apparent before you finally agreed to go out with him; a million times that you should have walked away, but chose not to because you loved him and would always make an excuse for his awful behavior.

The most obvious one? His anger.

His anger was terrible since he was a child. It often led to him getting into fights on the playground with the other kids that made fun of him. His anger became more lecherous as he got older, and he would sleep with girls to get revenge against their boyfriends. Sometimes he would cheat on his girlfriends with other girls who were more obsessed with him. He’s always had the need to feel wanted.

When it came to you, he chose to hurt you emotionally.

It was never lost on him that you liked him but didn’t act on it, not at first.That hurt him more than he’ll ever admit. However, Ransom knowing you cared for him while watching you go on dates with other guys made his blood boil the most.

One night, he called you to pick him up cause he’d had too much to drink. He didn’t want to disappoint you by drunk driving again.

That should’ve tipped you off right there.

When you got to the bar, you weren’t surprised to see some equally as drunk woman hanging on him, but you were surprised to see whom it was.

Stephanie Willis.

She’d made you her enemy since grade school, and Ransom knew it. He’d even bullied her on your behalf (you of course never asked), and he knew more than anyone else how much of a living hell she had made your life.

He knew it would hurt you to your core and that’s why he did it.

The entire drive back to his parents’ house was filled with lewd and obnoxious sounds. You heard the slurps as they made out in your backseat,with Ransom bringing her off with his fingers as many times he pleased. After each low moan of hers you felt his eyes on you, gloating; you knew he had that stupid shit eating grin on his face.

You barely waited for him to slam your car door shut before you sped off.

You spent the rest of that night crying and scrubbing your car clean. Ransom let you ignore him for 3 days, before finally confronting you in middle of the college campus.

“You haven’t returned any of my calls. Something you angry with me about?” he asked, smug grin on his face.

In response, you threw your plate of food (a sloppy Joe) at him before following up by dumping your strawberry shake on him.

“WHAT THE SHIT?!”

“Fuck you, Drysdale!” you yelled, closing and grabbing your books, before starting to stalk off.

“Oh no you don’t,” he warned, grabbing a tight hold of your wrist.

“Let go of me!”

“What the hell is your problem?!”

“Are you fucking stupid?!” you screamed. Everyone’s eyes were on you two now.

“Are you seriously this upset over-”

“Over you making a porno in the backseat of my car with the one person I despise?! Yes Ransom, I am seriously this upset!”

“Give me a fucking break! You go on dates with guys all the time-”

“Are you seriously trying to compare the two?!” you roared at him, stomping in his direction in a way that had him scared and backing up a bit. “I go on dates, Ransom! I don’t fuck them! I don’t fuck anyone! Whereas you fuck anything with a pulse! For fucks sake Ransom, I went to this fucking school for you! Because of you! How fucking stupid does that make me?!”

“Y/N-”

“Jesus, this is why this,” you sobbed, motioning between the two of you, “never happens. Because you’re a fucking child. You say I mean more to you than anyone else, then you treat me the same as everyone else. I am so sick of this! Aren’t you? Aren’t you tired of disappointing everyone who could even care the slightest bit of a damn about you? Aren’t you tired of hating yourself this much?”

Ransom just stood there, shame and regret plastered over his face.

“As usual, nothing to say when it’s time for you to hold yourself accountable. I’ll see you around,” you scoffed before turning and making your way to your next class.

You spent the next month ignoring Ransom and all of his expensive gifts,which were his way of apologizing. He finally got your attention when he showed up at your mother’s house in the pouring rain one Fall evening.

“Ransom?! what are you doing here?! It’s pouring and you’re soaking-”

“Just let me get this out, please,” he sighed. “I know...I know I suck, okay? I know that I don’t make it easy to be my friend, let alone love me, but you truly are the most important person in my life. Seeing you go on dates with those other guys only drives me insane because I desperately want to be those other guys. I know I don’t deserve you, trust me I know, but that doesn’t stop the fact that you are the only person I’ve ever truly loved. The only person I’ll ever truly love. I’m not your responsibility and I’m sorry that...I’m sorry that I don’t do better for you,” he said sincerely, eyes full of sincerity and guilt.

How the hell were you supposed to stay mad at him after that?

In the weeks that followed, there was a change in Ransom that caused you to fall for him all over again; even harder this time. He was respectful of your boundaries, he stopped dropping a million sexual innuendos a day your way, he kept his backhanded comments about your dates to himself, and he stopped going out of his way to hurt you.

By the time your senior year approached, you two were practically inseparable. In fact, if it weren’t for Ransom’s sexual excursions, people would’ve believed that you two were together.

Then graduation night came and changed everything.

“How are you not hot?” you laughed to one of your friends, Sasha, as you both continued to dance in the middle of the giant living room.

Harlan had let Ransom use the family getaway house to throw a party (only because you would be in attendance), and you were pretty sure you’d never been to a party of this scale. The place was packed with people you did and didn’t know, there was more alcohol than you’d ever seen in your life, drugs were being passed around like candy, rooms and bathrooms were occupied with people doing God knows what, fights were going on, strip poker was happening in more than one part of the house, and Ransom had gone off with multiple girls over an hour ago. As much as that last fact had hurt you, you were determined to have fun. You had worked your ass off and graduated the top of your class. All of the stressing, sleepless nights, and cramped hands had been worth it. Besides, Ransom wasn’t yours and was free to do whatever and whoever he wanted.

You had been able to talk the few friends you had, outside of Ransom ,into coming, and even though none of them were too keen on coming (they all hated him), they wanted to bask in your success and that meant doing whatever you wanted.

“With all the airway coming through this damn place, how are you hot?!” she responded only causing you to laugh.

“I’m getting another drink, does anyone want anything?” you asked before finishing the rest of your tequila sunrise.

“A Jack and Coke, please” Samantha smiled at you.

“Will do!” you responded before dancing your way into the kitchen.

You didn’t even notice him watching you. Freshly fucked, shirtless, and with a drink in his hand.

You snuck past all the drunken hookups and games being played, finally reaching the counter and grabbing two fresh cups and getting to work on the drinks.

“Why haven’t you danced with me all night?” an all too familiar voice asked lowly, snaking his arm around your waist.

“Because you’ve been fucking all night,” you laughed, smelling the scent of the other women on him.

“Not who I want though.”

“Don’t start,” you quipped, rolling your eyes. “You proud of your party? I’m sure this will go down in the books as the best ‘bon voyage’ ever,” you questioned as you tried to finish up the drinks.

“It would’ve been better if it were just us,” he whispered into your ear before kissing it.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?” you questioned, finally turning to meet his gaze.

His lips were on yours almost instantly and the feeling that washed over you was mind numbing.

‘This is what I’ve been denying myself? What the fuck is wrong with me?!’ you thought to yourself for just a moment, before you thought better of it.

“Ransom...stop,” you said softly, breaking away and pushing him back a little.

“You’re gonna finish off your college career as a virgin?” he smirked.

“Fuck you,” you huffed, grabbing the drinks you made going to leave.

“Don’t. You know I don’t mean to be an asshole.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“Classes are over, Y/N. We graduated, there’s nothing left to study for, no job to go to in the morning, no immediate responsibilities waiting for you in the morning, so what’s stopping you?”

“Because I don’t want my first time to be some drunken hookup at a college party. I want it to be with someone I love.”

“You love me,” Ransom said in a barely audible pathetic voice.

You looked up to see him looking down at you with the most desperate and pleading eyes. In his own way, he was begging for you to choose him.

“Ransom, I-”

“There you are!” Samantha beamed at you with Sasha and Vivian at her heels. You didn’t miss the glares they all shot Ransom’s way. “I was wondering where you went off to with my drink!”

“Sorry, I got caught up in conversation with Ransom,” you smiled meagerly at them, already knowing they could see right through it.

“Fun party, Drysdale. Your parents must be proud,” Vivian sneered.

“Claws away,” you snapped softly. The last thing you needed was for an argument to start.

“Enjoy your night,” he mumbled before sulking off into a corner with his so-called friends.

“Y/N, seriously?!” Sasha snapped.

“Nothing happened. At least nothing for anyone to worry about,” you sighed taking in all of their looks that were a mix of worry and irritation. It made you feel small and you hated yourself for it. “Can we please just go back to dancing? I really just want to have fun tonight.”

“We could have gone to a club, ya know.”

“Heaven forbid Ransom OD’s, I trust none of these people to actually take care of him. We’ve been having fun and I’ve seen you all making eyes at a few handsome grad boys,” you smirked as the rest of them giggled. “Just relax okay?”

“You promise we have nothing to worry about?” Samantha questioned, with worry still making a small appearance her eyes.

“I promise.”

“Then lets get back to where we were cause I’m 99% sure that cute guy by the front door was about to come over to me,” Sasha whined and you all laughed.

As they led you back to the dance floor, you turned back to see Ransom’s eyes still on you. The dark desperation, lust, and hunger in his eyes should’ve been more than enough to get you to leave, but you were naive.

You were always so naive when it came to him.

As the night went on and your friends went off to different rooms with the guys they had been ogling all night, with your insistence, you continued to drink and dance on your own. You would’ve felt bad just leaving them, worried that something could happen at any point, and Ransom had hit his brooding point of the night which always caused you to worry. Multiple guys had tried hitting on you and/or dancing with you, but you turned them all down in the nicest way possible. There was only one person you wanted and he was the one you needed to stay the farthest away from. However, when you felt his arm snake around waist again and his chest press against your back, you wrapped your arm around his neck and he rested his head in the crook of yours.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you giggled with a slight hiccup, continuing to sway your hips to the music.

“Where’d your friends run off to?” he questioned as his hand slowly started to snake up the top of your dress.

You knew you should’ve told him to stop, but you wanted it. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it almost hurt, and while you knew you could blame it on all of the alcohol coursing through your system, you knew this was bound to happen. Sober or not. “They’re off having fun.”

“Leaving you all alone with the big bad wolf,” he smirked before biting the shell of your ear softly. “Come upstairs with me.”

“Ransom...if we do this...we can’t take it back in the morning,” you sighed as your eyes fluttered shut.

“I won’t want to, will you?”

You had to think about it because there were a million pros and cons, and if you were being honest, there were more cons than pros.

But Ransom was right. You did love him. You always had and you always would. No matter what happened after that night, you’d still love him and you’d never regret giving all of yourself to him.

You turned around in his arms and looked up at him through thick lashes. “No.”

Ransom dipped down and claimed your lips with his own before pulling you impossibly closer. “Lets go.”

The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as he led the way up the steps to his room. You felt eyes on the both of you and heard the whispers but you didn’t care. None of it mattered because, for whatever reason, you trusted Ransom with everything.

You took a deep breath as he unlocked the door and you made your way inside. It was strange how different everything felt. You had been in that room so many times before. Slept on that bed, cried on it, laughed on it, cuddled on it, and opened up to each other on it so many times over the years, but this was different. This was so much more.

It was everything.

The closing of the door made you jump a little bit and you almost spilled what was left of drink. “Just take a deep breath,” Ransom cooed as he locked the door. “I’ll take care of you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when he lit the few candles he had set up in the room.

“The best I can do on such short notice,” he smirked before making his way over to you. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop,” he gently whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I will,” you responded shyly, looking away.

“Hey, be here with me.”

“I just...you know what you’re doing and I...”

“You’re perfect.”

“Ransom...why me? Why do you want me so bad?”

“I told you that night: you’re the only person I’ve ever truly loved. You’ll always be the only person I’ll ever truly love,” he responded sincerely.

You pulled him closer to you and crashed your lips into his. It was all you had been thinking about since the first time he kissed you. He wrapped his arms around you tight as you started running your fingers through his hair. When you felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip, begging for entry, you were all too happy to grant him permission. You both started making your way backwards towards his bed, only stopping when you felt the foot of the mattress against the back of your legs.

When you broke apart, you were both breathless and craving more of each other in the most pathetic way. You felt him pull at the strings on the back of your dress and you forced yourself to ignore the voices that were telling you to run away as fast as you could.

He sensed your hesitation and stopped almost instantly. “Hey Y/N, if you’re not ready-”

“I...I am,” you interrupted softly “just take it slow.”

“You sure?”

“I promise,” you smiled at him.

Ransom’s breath hitched in his throat when your dress fell away to reveal the black lacy underwear you wore underneath.

“Always so fuckin’ beautiful,” he mumbled, before his lips were on yours again. The urgency in his kiss was very obvious but he did his best to keep everything at a steady pace.

You had your hands on the front of his shorts, doing your best to get rid of the stupid belt he had on and get the button on his shorts undone. Once you had the zipper pulled down, you slid your hand inside his shorts and you both gasped. You had an idea of his size, because girls do talk, but you thought they had been exaggerating.

They were not.

A chill of nervousness and anticipation went running down your spine, but you didn’t stop stroking him. You were so desperate for him that you couldn’t. It was like Ransom could read like your mind.

“I’ll get you ready for me, Sweetheart. I promise,” he moaned as he continued to decorate your neck with kisses. He removed your hand from his shorts and couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at your little whine in protest. “Another time, I promise. I’ve thought about that precious little mouth around my cock way too many times for me to never experience it.”

That dirty little confession had you ready to come undone for him on the spot.

“Just wanna take care of you tonight, Sweetheart.”

In one swift move, you were on your back and Ransom was kissing his way down your body at a painfully slow pace. Pushing through all of the euphoria clouding your mind you quickly realized what he was on his way to do.

“Ransom, I didn’t think this would...I didn’t shave,” you moaned as you propped yourself up on your elbows, biting on your bottom lip as you watched him bite and suck on the inside of your inner thigh.

“I don’t care,” he simply growled before ripping away the flimsy soaked material that was covering your most sensitive nerve.

Ransom started an assault on your clit with his tongue before you could protest. The protests that were trying to leave your mouth were cut off by silent cries and pornographic moans. His tongue was soon replaced by his thumb, so he could instead use his tongue to fuck you relentlessly. He was a wicked tempest between your legs and you didn’t want the clouds to clear up any time soon. Gripping a fist full of his hair, you pulled him impossibly closer to your soaked cunt, only gaining a grunt of approval from him.

The silent cries and pleas leaving your mouth were music to his ears and he was letting you know by keeping up his assault between your legs, even after he brought you off twice with his tongue. When he brought you off for a third time, you tried to push him away, but he wasn’t having it. He laid one large arm across your stomach before using his tongue to assault your clit again with teasing little kitten licks.

“Ransom please!” you mewled, your body squirming beneath to be free from his hold. You felt him smirk between your legs and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

Cocky little prick.

He started sucking and licking on your clit with determination that hadn’t been there before. If he was taking it easy on you before and you were already a puddle, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to last for the night. When he brought you off for the fourth and final time with his tongue, the room was filled with cries of pleasure and silent, tear-less sobs.

Ransom wasted no time trailing hungry kisses up your body, the taste of you ever present when his lips finally met yours. In one swift move, he unclasped the front of your bra, fully exposing you to him. You had never been completely naked in front him and it in that moment that the reality of what came next was smacking you in the face.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, propping himself up and looking over you. “So beautiful and all mine.” You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you let out a deep breath. “Just be here with me,” he cooed before slowly pushing one finger inside of you.

You moaned at the feel of him, allowing yourself to get used to the new sensation. After a moment or two, he added another finger and you winced slightly at the small sting of him stretching you a little.

“It’s fine, baby. Tell me if you need me to stop,” he coaxed, keeping his movements slow and careful.

“I’m okay,” you breathed out, wrapping one of your arms around him.

When he added the third finger, you hissed in pain. You knew he was doing you a kindness, but at that point you just wanted to him get it over with.

“Please just...please,” you begged, digging your nails into his shoulder slightly.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I just want it to happen,” you mumbled.

Ransom looked down and saw all of the anxiety and stress that had built up and he kissed you deeply. He kissed you until you relaxed a little and your mind wasn’t focusing on him pulling you apart in a brand new way. When you started to cry out at the feel of the head pushing his way in, he swallowed them down, while trying to contain his own noises. He only broke away when he finally bottomed out.

“Jesus Christ! You’re so fucking tight!” he breathed out after a moment.

“I wasn’t lying,” you joked the best you could, trying to blink away tears.

“I remember Zach storming out of your dorm with a full on boner and a red hand print across his face,” Ransom snickered. “I know you’re not lying,” he smiled down at you, as you let out a soft laugh. He kissed away what was left of your tears before kissing your cheek. “You okay, Sweetheart?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me if...,” was all he got out as he started to slowly move within you.

You looked up and could tell by the contorted expression on his face that he was doing his best to control his movements. In that moment, you were truly grateful that you had trusted him with your virginity. You weren’t sure there were many men that would’ve put your needs before their own, first time or not.

At first, it hurt like a mother fucker and you were close to throwing in the towel, but then you felt something inside you pop like a balloon and the pleasure slowly started to outweigh the pain.

“Fuck baby, just like that,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him and running your hands through his hair.

“There we go, Sweetheart,” he groaned, gradually picking up the pace and peppering kisses up and down your neck. “I love you so much,” he breathed into the hollow of your neck.

“I...I love you. I always have and I always will,” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure started to reach the tips of your fingers.

Ransom’s hands slowly made their way up your arms until he was able to collar both your wrists above your head. The sounds coming from your mouth were like a song made exclusively for him and him alone. He propped himself up, relentlessly pumping into you with his hips as you moaned and begged beneath him.

“I don’t deserve you, but I can’t...I can’t quit you,” he moaned, his excitement starting to build up. “So fucking happy you chose me.”

“Ransom, I’m so close!” you whined, not wanting it to end so soon.

“It’s okay, baby. Be a good girl for me and cum,” he cooed, finally daring to look at you, a tangled mess beneath him. “Fuck!”

You came hard, his name leaving your lips like a silent prayer as Ransom kept a steady pace above you. It wasn’t long before you started to feel that knot starting to tighten in your core again. You started to grind your hips against Ransom’s and when you felt his grip tighten on your writs, you knew he was close. He dipped down and started to bite and suck on the part of your neck that was the most responsive to him.

“Holy fuck! Ransom!”

“That’s it, Sweetheart!” he groaned as he pushed himself up again “give in to me!”

“Oh my God!” you cried out, eyes clenched shut.

“Eyes on me,” Ransom softly begged, “need to see you...”

“Oh fuck!” you cried as your body went taunt and your gaze locked on his.

The orgasm that washed over you was the most powerful thing you had ever felt. The world and Ransom himself seemed to fade around you. No, it was just pleasure you found yourself floating in, until Ransom’s own erratic movements brought you back and he was shouting your name. Moments later, you felt his hot seed spill into and fill you up, both of you just trying to come back down to reality.

You both laid there, regulating your breaths, before Ransom kissed all over your forehead as he slowly pulled out. When he was completely out, you groaned at the emptiness that took the place of him completing you. He kissed your forehead again before getting up and making his way to the bathroom connected to his room. You slowly realized that the candles were still lit and you were going to take it upon yourself to put them out. When you went to move, you whimpered at the soreness felt all over.

“No no, you need to lay down,” Ransom hushed as he made his way back to you with a damp cloth.

You watched him as he cleaned up the blood and release between your legs. You were positive that he had never cared for any other woman he had been with in this way; it made your heart swell.

He truly did love you.

As he finished up cleaning, you took his face in your hands and stroked his cheek softly when he turned his attention to you. “I love you...thank you,” you smiled at him.

He dipped down and kissed you deeply, cupping your face softy before breaking away and smiling at you. “I love you.”

After he finished up, he put out the candles before he got in bed and pulled you close to him, as if he were afraid you’d leave him. Both of you fell asleep in almost no time at all and you had never felt so full and loved in your life.

When the next day came, the sun met your eyes before consciousness did. You groaned and rolled over into a warm body next to you.

“Knew there was a reason you always hated this room,” Ransom groaned, rolling over and wrapping an arm around you. “Sorry babe.”

Your eyes shot open as you realized what happened only hours ago was reality. You had, in fact, slept with Ransom. You rolled over to check your phone and saw you had a bunch of text messages from your friends.

The last one was from Sasha and it read: ‘You better be fucking kidding me right now!’.

“Shit!” you breathed shooting up only to be met by pain.

“What? What’s wrong?” Ransom asked, alarm in his own tone as he shot up to see you scrambling around (to the best of your ability) to get your clothes back on.

“I uhh...I have to go,” you said quickly, searching for your bra. “The girls are...uh...the girls are waiting for me and we need to get going.”

“Y/N-”

“I have to deal with this, Ransom. Fuck! Where are my panties?!” you asked to yourself more than him. When you saw the smirk that came to Ransom’s face, you remembered that they’d be of no use to you in the state that they were currently in. “I have to go,” you said flatly, as you pulled your shoes on.

“We’re not gonna talk about this?”

“You have my phone number and you know where I live. If you really want to talk to me about this, you know where and how to reach me,” you said quickly. The flash of pain in Ransom’s eyes made you quickly want to fix that statement as you pulled your dress over your head. “I meant what I said last night. I do love you and I wouldn’t have wanted to have that experience with anyone else but you,” you smiled softly at him.

“But?”

“Ransom, this isn’t a conversation we can have in the span of 5 minutes,” you huffed as your phone started going off.

“Then don’t go,” he said as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll kick everyone the fuck out right now if you just stay here and talk this out with me.”

He was looking at you with those eyes again and you felt yourself coming apart. The honk coming from what you assumed to be your own car slapped you back to reality. “I will call you later, I promise,” you assured him leaning across the bed to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

The man really knew how to put up an unfair fight.

Another honk had you reluctantly pulling away. “I promise I’ll call you later. We can go to dinner or something, okay? Just please...let me do this. Don’t change your mind,” you begged before running out of the room.

You spent all of that morning and afternoon arguing with your friends. At the end of it, there was no mutual understanding but they knew there was no changing your mind. You both had proclaimed your love to one another and that was enough for you.

You hoped it would be enough for him.

You called him two times that night and it went to voicemail after 3 rings. You sent him a few texts begging him to respond, but were met with more radio silence.

If you hadn’t been so heartbroken by the events that were unfolding in front of you, you would’ve found it a little funny that you, a 23 year old, were crying over the same things a 16 or 15 year old.

Ransom ignored you for a week but came back into play the day before an extremely important job interview.

“Go away,” you muttered, arms crossed across your chest “I have nothing to say to you.”

“You chose them over me and-”

“There’s literally nothing you can say that won’t make you look like an ass right now. Just go away.”

“I brought you breakfast,” he stated in the most simple yet apologetic way.

Looking back on it, you hate that. How that’s all it took for him to get a minute of your time.

He was completely upfront with you the entire time you two spoke, and maybe that’s what caught you so off guard. He was upfront about drowning his sorrows in other women as well as drinking and drugs. He admitted that he was angry with you for not choosing him right away and telling him that he needed to grow up.

That summer, you both devoted more time to each other than you ever had before, and while it wasn’t without its bumps, it was still the best summer you’d ever had.

August of that year, Ransom asked to be his (and only his) in the same study you currently found yourself pacing in.

“You know I wouldn’t miss one of your famous release parties for anything,” an all too familiar voice rang out, rattling you out of your memories.

You look to the doorway and see him standing there with her wrapped around him.

‘Of course,’ you think to yourself.

His gaze lands on you right as you’re about to turn away. You hate yourself for agreeing to show up. You should’ve stuck to your guns and just stayed home. You quickly make your way out of the study and out onto the back deck.

‘Tonight isn’t about him. It isn’t about either of them. You can do this,’ you tell yourself mentally.

It’s not even like you have to stay for the whole thing, just long enough for Harlan to say his ‘thank you’s’ and for him to make his rounds.

However, the longer you stay out on the back deck, the more memories come flooding your way.

“You gonna stay out here the whole night? You’re gonna freeze your ass off.” Ransom questioned, leaning against the doorway as he lit a cigarette.

“Fuck off,” you shot back, not even bothering to face him.

“You know you’re the only one I love.”

“Then why do you keep fucking everyone else?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed, finally being honest with you. “I just...they mean nothing to me. I can’t even get off if I’m not picturing you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you scoffed, taking a sip of your more than half full glass of whiskey. “You cheat on me but can only get off when you think of me? Gee, that’s real romantic Ransom. Thanks.”

“You have to admit that you’re responsible for some of this too!” he snapped back.

“Oh? This should be good, I wanna hear this,” you laugh humorlessly, finally turning to face him.

“You’re always pushing me! It’s never enough for me to reach my personal goals in my own time, you just have to push and push!”

“If I don’t push you, you’ll never get there!”

“That’s not for you to determine, Y/N!”

You knew he was making a fair point and that you did need to ease up, but that was no excuse for him to cheat on you at least once a week. “We tried Ransom. We really did.”

“No, you don’t get to quit on me that easily,” he said lowly, putting his cigarette out before he made his way over to you. “I love you.”

“Love is clearly not enough,” you sobbed, quickly wiping away the tears that had dared to leave your eyes.

“Y/N-”

“No. Just...no. We can just walk away now and-”

“Marry me,” he practically begged, getting down on one knee.

“Ransom...what the fuck?”

“I know, okay? I know I haven’t been the best or done the best, but things will be better. I’ll be better.”

“You can’t be...no!”

“What do you mean no?!”

“Did I fucking stutter?! No, I’m not marrying you! That won’t fix this! Fix us!”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Ransom, you know good and damn well why not, or do you wanna end up like your parents?”

“That’s different! We’re in love!”

“Ransom, that’s not enough-”

“Just trust me, okay? I will give you all you’ve already ask for and more. I just need to know you’re in this for the long haul.”

“We’ve been at this for 5 years! What else do you need from me?!”

“You to say yes,” he begged, taking the ring from his pocket and finally showing it to you, in all its shiny glory.

The ring wasn’t what got you to say yes, it was the look on his face that did. All the promises of a better tomorrow. Even with your mother and friends begging you to call it off, with his friends and family telling you that you deserve and can do better, and even with him cheating on you the day before the wedding…you still took his last name.

Those promises only came through for the first 3 three years of your marriage.

‘God, but what a wonderful first 3 years they were,’ you think to yourself.

For as much as you currently hate him, you know that he really did put his best foot forward. He had become a successful author in his own right, always hating the comparisons between him and Harlan, and you’d become a successful interior designer.

Ransom seemed to change overnight. Yeah, he was still a dick to most, but he treated you as if you were the center of his universe. He made it a point to make time for you, or come and see you when you had to go into the office. He started and ended each day with his head between your legs, helping you both unwind from stressful days.

You did your best to pull back on being so controlling and a perfectionist. Letting Ransom figure out on his own time where he wanted things to go, how he wanted them to go, and dealing with his own family on his terms.

For the most part, you and Ransom were happy and deeply in love. There wasn’t a day that went by where he wasn’t telling you how much he loved you and how happy you made him. He brought you flowers every day and even surprised you with a vow renewal on your three year anniversary.

However, Ransom was Ransom and nothing was bound to stay golden.

The first time he cheated was two weeks after your four year anniversary. You stayed up all night, waiting for him. When he finally came home, looking just as guilty as he was, you burst into tears. He immediately came over to you, apologizing, holding you close even though you fought hard against him. He swore he’d never do it again.

4 weeks later, he did it again.

It got to the point that you didn’t even acknowledge him and wouldn’t let him touch you. Every time you turned away from him or denied him, you saw the hurt in his eyes and you hoped he saw the disgust in yours.

But you couldn’t leave him. As hurt and angry as you were, you still loved him more than anything else in the world.

The final straw came when you came home after an extremely long day at work and just wanted to crawl into bed. The minute you opened the door, you knew something was off.

The closer you got to the bedroom the louder the moaning and groaning got. You forced yourself to the doorway because that would be the only way you’d ever allow yourself to believe it.

He was pounding into Stephanie Willis with all he had in him, eyes clenched shut and she moaned obnoxiously into the bed you two shared.

“Fuck Ransom! Just like-”

“I told you not to call me that!” he interrupted harshly “you’re not anyone special, call me Hugh or shut the fuck up!”

You didn’t need to see or hear either of them finish. You ran down the stairs and raced to your car, speeding off as soon as your car started. You spent that night crying at Vivian’s house and drowning your sorrows in the bottles of wine Sasha brought over. Samantha was on her way to go slash his tires until you begged her not to.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep, but your phone buzzing softly woke you up. It was a text from Ransom.

Sweetheart: You didn’t come home last night.

Y/N: I did but you were busy with Stephanie.

Sweetheart: Oh, you saw that?

His response just made you fall apart all over again. After an hour or so, you forced yourself to get it together and told your friends you were going to go and pick up things, and they all insisted on going with you. You let them drive because you had no energy or will to fight anything anymore.

When you got there, Ransom was sitting at the dining room table, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Neither of you said a word to each other. After your fourth trip down the steps, he finally got up.

“I can help ya know?”

“You’ve done more than enough.”

“Y/N-”

“There’s nothing you have to say that I want to hear so just shut up and stay the fuck out of my way,” you spat at him, angry tears spilling from your eyes. You could see all the pain and hurt he was trying to mask but you didn’t care. He made the choice, not you. You shoved past him and took more bags outside.

After you packed your last bag, you started on your way out but stopped at the doorway. “I just want to know why. After all we’ve been through and all we’ve meant to each other, why?”

“I knew you’d wanna try and make it work and I don’t have time for that. Simple fact is, I don’t want you anymore, babe,” he sighed, refusing to meet your gaze.

The fact that he wouldn’t look you in the eyes let you know that he was lying, but that didn’t stop the words from stinging any less. “Send the paper’s to Vivian’s house. Take whatever you want, I don’t care. I just want to be rid of you.”

“What about the furniture?”

“Give it to Stephanie, I’m sure she could use the cushion to help ease that bruised ego of hers,” you called from over your shoulder.

After helping you pack away the last of your bags, Samantha took out her house key and ran it across Ransom’s Beamer doors. “Are you fucking nuts?!” he yelled, running down the steps.

“Fuck you, Drysdale!” she snapped, before spitting on his car and getting into Vivan’s truck.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to scold any of them, because in all honesty, you wanted to stab him. As far as you were concerned, he got off easy. You looked out the window and saw him hunched over his car, one hand covering his face. You knew he was crying and it broke your heart, but you couldn’t be there for him anymore.

In the months that followed, you found a house on the quieter side of Boston. It was spacious enough to decorate but small enough to be cozy. You were in the middle of the woods, but not too far from society. It was almost perfect.

The minute the divorce paper’s arrived at Vivian’s house, you signed them almost instantly and sent them back.

However, with Ransom, nothing was ever easy.

The Worst Drysdale: I’m having new papers sent.

Y/N: Why?

The Worst Drysdale: I’m not happy with the first draft.

Y/N: You’re the one who had them drawn up, Hugh.

The Worst Drysdale: Don’t call me that and I’m aware that I’m the one who had them drawn up, but giving you nothing doesn’t feel right.

Y/N: The only thing I want is to be free of you.

The Worst Drysdale: I’ll have the new paper’s sent over in the morning.

From that day on, for the next 6 months, he found a flaw in every draft he had sent to you, dragging out the process for as long as possible.

The Worst Drysdale: Where am I sending these to? I know you aren’t staying with Vivian anymore.

Y/N: You can still send them there and I’ll just pick them up later.

The Worst Drysdale: Or you can just tell me where you live and I’ll send them there.

Y/N: I think the fuck not.

The Worst Drysdale: I guess we’re staying married then.

Y/N: Why do you have to be an asshole about everything? I’ll be at your house in 30 minutes, have the papers ready.

You threw on an old pair of jeans and grabbed a random college sweatshirt before making your way down the stairs to the outside and into your car. When you finally reached his house, he was standing at the top of the steps, with a lit cigarette between his lips. You hadn’t seen him since the day you packed your things. He had on a pair of gray sweatpants and one of his tight fitting black Henley sweaters. He’d also grown out a beard and you were by no means hating it.

There was no reason for you to admit to yourself how much you wanted him, your pussy was already doing that for you already.

You took a deep breath as you shut off your car and made eye-contact with him.

‘Don’t fall for any of his mind games. Just sign the papers and be done with it. Be free of him.’

You got out of your car and slammed the door shut, walking right past him and marching into the house.

“Where are the papers?” you asked, standing in the walkway, arms folded across your chest.

“Not even a hello?” he responded, still smoking his cigarette, not even bothering to look at you.

“I’m in no mood for games, Hugh. Just give me the damn papers so I can sign them and go home.”

“I told you not to call me that,” he snapped before putting his cigarette out.

“That is your name, is it not?”

“For people that don’t mean anything to me.”

“Oof, does Stephanie know that? Heard you berating her for that when I saw you two,” you smirked. “Besides, I clearly don’t mean anything to you. Not sure if I ever did.”

“Y/N-”

“Hugh, the papers. Where are they so I can sign them get out of here.”

“You really don’t want me to see where you live, huh? That ashamed of it?” he asked, brushing past you and completely ignoring your question.

“I’m not ashamed of anything. I just don’t want you showing up outside of my house and harassing me. High School is still pretty vivid for me.”

“You loved it.”

“No I didn’t and neither did my mother. Now, the papers.”

“You won’t even stay for a drink?”

“What the fuck is this?” you finally snapped. “You wanted this. You told me you didn’t want me and you that was that. You fucked her in our bed and made sure I would catch you two. So what the fuck do you want? As per usual, you’re getting everything you want!” you exclaimed.

“I thought I was strong enough to let you go and be with someone actually worthy of you,” he responded so softly you almost didn’t hear him. “I miss you, Y/N.”

“Well, you had 4 years to try and work this shit out and you chose not to, so that’s on you. Papers.”

“Can you stop for just a minute?!” he sighed. “Just fucking talk to me!”

“About what?! There’s nothing left to discuss!”

“We can fix this!”

“Hugh, I have spent too much of my life trying to fix and help you. We are both too old for this shit-”

“I’m not strong enough to let you go, okay? Without you, there’s honestly no point. I don’t know what to do. You are the only thing good in my life and I know I fucked this up, okay? I know and I’m so sorry but please just-”

“I’m not doing this with you. Not today and not again,” you huffed, wiping away tears. “Just let me sign the papers and let me go.”

“You don’t miss me at all?” he asked, slowly making his way towards you. “You’re here in my sweatshirt and I can’t imagine that’s the only thing of mine that you have.”

“Don’t,” you warned, backing up until you found yourself against a wall. “Let me go.”

“I tried,” he responded softly, caging you in between his arms “and I can’t. Take a look, Sweetheart. Our photos are still hanging up, the furniture is the same as you left it, and the locks are the same. This isn’t a home without you,” he continued as his own tears started to fall. “Come back and I swear I’ll do better,” he pleaded before starting kiss along the column of your neck.

“Hugh don’t-”

“I am begging you not call me that. Don’t act like you aren’t everything to me.”

“You did this. You made this choice and you made sure to hurt me in the process,” you responded weakly, eyes fluttering shut as he continued to kiss down your body.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but please,”he begged, fumbling with buttons on your jeans.

You knew right then and there that if you didn’t stop him, you’d be sucked right back into his bullshit. “Hugh no,” you said firmly, pushing him away. “We’re not doing this. I’m not going down this road with you.”

“Y/N please-”

“Just let me sign the papers, please. Just let me go,” you sobbed.

The pain written on his face matched the pain you felt in your heart. He laid his head on your waist, not wanting you to see him cry, before getting up and clearing his throat. “I’ll grab them from the study.”

In the end, it was the original copy. You got nothing, which is what you wanted, and he took everything. You quickly signed the papers and gave them back to him.

“We can still salvage this,” he all but whispered.

“No we can’t,” you sighed. “I love you, Ransom. Take care of yourself. If not for yourself, then do it as a favor for me.”

You gave him a small kiss on the cheek before walking out of the house.

You cried the entire drive home, but you were overall proud of yourself. It had been so long and he looked so good, but you held your ground. However, it was short lived.

A few months later, a mutual friend invited you out to celebrate the success of their law firm, with everyone (Ransom included). You had said no initially, but they wore you down. When you finally agreed, one of the Ransom’s “closest” buddies offered to be your date.

That made you anxious.

It’s not like you owed him anything, but it was still a fucked up thing to do. However, Travis wasn’t taking no for an answer and he ended up being your date to the event.

The Worst Drysdale: You’re dating Travis now? I thought you had better taste than that.

Y/N: Well, I did marry you.

The Worst Drysdale: Don’t be a bitch.

Y/N: Leave me alone, Hugh.

The Worst Drysdale: So that’s how tonight’s gonna go? Okay.

You thought nothing of his texts as you and Travis both made your way around the bar, saying hi to everyone and indulging in shots.

Travis made good conversation and was nice enough, but he wasn’t who you wanted to be with. You could tell that he knew he wasn’t you wanted, but God bless him for trying his hardest.

“Hey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, then I think I’ll head out,” you smiled sweetly towards Travis.

“I can take you! It’s no problem,” he smiled hopefully.

“Travis no. Kyle is more your friend than mine and-”

“It would honestly be my pleasure. I’ve been having a really good time tonight, and I hope you have too.”

You were thoughtful for a moment before you spoke. “I am too. Give me a few minutes and we can leave together,” you smiled before escaping into the bathroom.

‘You don’t owe Ransom anything,’ you thought to yourself as you reapplied your makeup.

“I thought he’d never leave you alone,” Ransom smirked as he snaked his way in.

“Get out” you warned, still touching up your makeup and refusing to pay him any mind.

“Come home with me,” he said as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do, wrapping his arms around you and kissing all over your neck. “That bed is useless without you.”

“Leave me alone,” you snapped in a hushed tone as your legs started to give out.

“Oh, someone’s been thinking about it,” he teased as his hands went under your skirt and into your panties.

“Stop!”

“You don’t want me to,” he groaned, slipping two fingers into your wet and most intimate folds. “That’s not what you want at all.”

“Hugh-”

“I’ve told you more than once to stop calling me that,” he warned before pushing a third in.

“Ransom-”

“There’s my good girl. My wife,” groaned as he started to pick up the pace, finger fucking you into oblivion. “Always so obedient.”

“This...this is...holy fuck! We can’t do this!” you mewled as you came all over his fingers. “It’s wrong!”

“Doesn’t feel so wrong when you respond to me so well.”

“Ransom-”

“You’ve had your little playtime. Tell Travis you’re going home alone.”

“I can’t-”

“I’ll be waiting for you in the car. Don’t stay too long,” he warned.

It was as if your body was set on auto pilot.

You couldn’t stay away even though you wanted to. You told Travis that you were feeling too buzzed to hold a decent conversation and that you’d text him in the morning. When you made your way out, Ransom was ready in his Beamer, cock out as he stroked it, letting you know what he was waiting for.

You blew him the entire time back to what was now his house, only stopping when he finally parked in his driveway.

“Missed you so much,” he groaned as you lowered yourself onto him in the driver’s seat. “ This fucking pussy...fuck! You’re so perfect me!”

“Is it better than hers?” you questioned as you started to ride him.

“She doesn’t even come close,” he whimpered, gripping your hips tight and upthrusting into you.”No one could ever come close.”

“Then show me,” you demanded breathlessly, gripping his face so his gaze was only on you. “Show me that I’m the only one who has ever meant anything to you. Make me believe you,” you demanded.

Ransom fucked you in every room that night, making sure that you felt satisfied before he whisked you off into another one.

You both proclaimed your love to one another multiple times that night, as loud as you could, before you both bowed out in the bedroom that you used to share.

When the sun woke you up the next day you quickly got dressed and silently made your way out of the bedroom, before ordering a car service and getting back to your house.

You weren’t surprised when he called and left multiple voicemails. All of them begging you to at least meet up for coffee so you two could talk. However, as far as you were concerned, there really wasn’t anything left to talk about. You’d made a poor judgment call, that you spent months cursing and hating yourself for, and now you just had to deal with it.

The last voicemail he left you almost made you cave.

‘I know I have no right to want anything from you. When I told you I love you, I meant it. Besides the fact you’re the most amazing fuck I’ll ever have (you had to roll your eyes at that), you were my best friend and I fucked that up. You are the only person who has ever truly been there for me and I took advantage of that. I took you for granted and the love you had for me and there’s nothing I can do now besides beg you to please come back. I swear to God that if you come back, I will treat you right. I’ll be the man I promised you I would be, if not better...just please.”

You played the message over and over again while crying and drowning your sorrows in wine, but never called him back.

That’s when angry Ransom made an appearance.

He bragged to everyone that he fucked you senseless that night, multiple times, and made sure to rub it in Travis’ face. You couldn’t even blame Travis for never speaking to you again after that.

Would you really have been able to blame him though? If the tables were turned, you wouldn’t have been caught up in that drama-filled shit show either.

You held your ground though and refused to give in. No matter how many times the filthy details of what you two did that night got back to you. However, after Sasha told you that she and her husband saw him out with a group of friends 6 months later and he was still talking about it, you finally snapped.

You sped over to his house, drunk as hell, at 2am and started pounding on the door.

“Open up asshole!” you screamed, one fist pounding on the door, while the other hand held a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

“What the fuck?!” you heard Ransom exclaim before he opened the door. “What the fuck is the matter with you....are you drunk?”

“What’s the matter with me?! What the fuck is the matter with YOU?! Is it not enough that Travis now hates me and everyone thinks I’m some pathetic little slut?! You STILL have to go around talking about the fact that we fucked that night?!”

“Y/N, lower your voice-”

“Why?! Is one of your little whores in there? Hi Stephanie! I hope you’re enjoying my leftovers!”

“Will you stop?! No one is here but I do have neighbors! The same ones you used to love, so please just come inside-”

“You left me that voicemail and I almost believed you. You almost had me, but you’re still pulling the same shit you’ve been doing since High School! You just keep using your words to twist and manipulate feelings and I’m sick of it! I hate you!”

“Don’t say that,” he warned.

“Why not?! It’s true! I hate you! I hate you so fucking much! I hate everything about you and I wish I never met you!”

“Y/N-”

“I hate that I miss your laugh, I hate that I ever trusted you, I hate the way I miss your touch, the way you cook dinner, your stupid jokes, your support, the way you try to fight sleep when we’re watching movies,” you started to cry. “I hate that I search you on the internet just to make sure you’re okay, I hate hoping that maybe I’ll get to see you if I go to some of the old bars and restaurants, I hate that I miss you holding me and telling me you love me, I hate that all I want is to be with you, and I hate that no matter how hard I try, I can’t fucking hate you at all,” you sobbed, dropping to your knees.

“Y/N....I’m so sorry,” he responded weakly, getting down beside you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Get off of me!” you yell as you pathetically fought against him.

You both stayed like that for a while before he carried you inside bridal style, taking you to the bedroom that you both used to share.

“I’m going home,” you sniffed out as soon as he placed you on the bed.

“You’re not driving like this. You shouldn’t have driven here at all,” he snapped, taking your car keys out of your pocket.

“You’re one to talk.”

“You’re not me, Y/N. You could’ve gotten into an accident.”

“Wouldn’t feel nearly as painful as this does,” you huffed sitting up, trying to grab your car keys.

“You’re not driving anywhere tonight, so knock it off,” Ransom snapped, moving the keys just in time.

“Give me my damn car keys, Hugh!”

“Don’t start that shit! You’re staying here tonight and sleeping it off!”

“You can’t make me stay here!” you snapped before getting out of the bed and storming out of the bedroom.

“Oh no you don’t!” He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back to him right before you could leave the room. “Stop being so fucking difficult!”

“No!”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do if something happens to you?! How do you think I’ll feel?! You’re staying here!” he yelled, turning you around and making you look him the eyes. “You’ve already left me, Y/N. Please don’t take yourself away from me all together.”

“Fuck,” whispered, looking into his eyes.

You spent that night underneath him, telling him how much you love and need him. He loved you like it was graduation night all over again, constantly apologizing for all of the pain he put you through. Telling you that you’re his whole world.

He held you close after and you let him. You would lie and tell yourself that it was because of the alcohol, but in reality you both knew it was because it was what you really needed. No, you didn’t trust him, but you’d never stop loving him.

The next day came too fast for the both of you and Ransom didn’t give you a chance to pull your disappearing act.

“You won’t even stay for coffee?” he asked as he watched you get dressed.

“It’s better if I don’t,” you sighed, pulling your shoes on.

“We can make this work, Y/N.”

“I don’t trust you anymore, Ransom. Besides, this isn’t healthy. We both know that.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“You said the same thing last time.”

“Things are different now, Y/N. I’m different.”

“When’s the last time you slept with her?” you asked, finally turning to meet his gaze.

“Y/N-”

“That tells me everything I need to know,” you scoffed, pulling your hoodie over your head. “I should get going.”

“I can’t make you stay, can I?”

“Not this time, baby.” You walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him deeply. “Thank you for taking care of me last night and for not letting me drive.”

“Please don’t go,” he begged, choking back tears.

“Take care of yourself, please. I love you,” you smiled softly before walking out and leaving him to quietly cry.

After that, he stopped calling and texting. Stopped looking for ways to see you and stopped interfering with your love life. He finally respected your wishes and it hurt like a bitch. You went on dates but no one really made you feel anything. You slept with a few guys, but of course Ransom had ruined that for you too. On your most vulnerable nights, you cried while looking through scrapbooks you had put together of you two. He had gone from being apart of your every day life to the love of your life to your biggest heartbreak to a complete stranger.

You’d seen him one time since then and you prayed he didn’t see you. Your friends had taken you out for your birthday and he was at the restaurant with her. As much as it pained you, you did your best to just focus on having a great night out with your friends. Halfway through the dinner, the waiter brought over your favorite: a tequila sunrise. Only, you hadn’t ordered it. In fact, you stopped getting them after your divorce went through. It was the first drink you’d ever had and Ransom was the one who made it for you. After the divorce, it was just too much.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t order this,” you smiled up at him.

“There was a man at the bar who requested I give this to you once he left. He also asked me to wish you a happy birthday,” the waiter smiled before walking off.

You wanted to be angry with him, but the fact that he had remembered made you feel special and reminded you why you’ll never stop loving him.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a deep voice says playfully in your ear bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Just go away, Hugh,” you respond, closing your eyes and gripping the railing.

“I’ve told you about calling me that-”

“There a million other people here for you to bother-”

“But none of them are my wife.”

“Neither am I.”

“We both know that’s bullshit,” he whispers softly from behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hugh-”

“Stop calling me that!”

“You’re here with her. What else am I supposed to call you? You cheated on me with her in our bed and I’m supposed to feel special all these years later?”

“Shes’ never meant anything to me and you know that.”

“That doesn’t make either of us sound less pathetic.”

“Just stop,” he demands in a miserable tone. “You’ve proven your point and I’m obviously nothing without you. Just come home. I’ve given you space and time haven’t I? Just come home”

“We don’t have a home anymore.”

“Y/N-”

“Hugh!” Stephanie calls breaking you both out of the little world you both were in. “Your grandfather wants you.”

“He can wait a little bit longer!”

“Really? I’m standing right here! You can’t even pretend-”

“Honestly, you can’t even pretend? He never wanted you, Steph,” you call and Ransom chuckles softly in your ear. “For as idiotic as we may be, you’re the real moron here for hanging around after all this time in hopes that he’ll ever actually give a damn about you. I truly hope you never thought he’d love you, cause that’s never going to happen,” you state flatly.

“You’re a real cunt, you know that?”

“And you’re a whore,” you scoff.

Stephanie doesn’t say a word before breaking out into tears and running back into the mansion.

“Come back home,” Ransom repeats.

“Your grandfather wants you.”

“Well, I want you.”

“Shouldn’t have let me go then,” you sigh, breaking out of his hold and heading back inside.

“How much time do you still need?!” Ransom snaps, following close behind as you grab another drink.

“We’re divorced, Ransom. We tried, it didn’t work, you insist on staying with her, and I’m content to just living the rest of my fucking life without you.”

“Well, I’m not,” he snarls, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the bathroom with him and slamming the door shut. “What else do you need me to do to show you that I’m sorry?!”

“Let’s not start this. I knew I shouldn’t have come,” you sigh, downing your drink. “Can’t do this with you, Hugh. I can’t and I won’t.”

“Call me Hugh again and you won’t like what happens next,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat.

God, you want him so bad. “Stop it.”

“No, I love you and you love me. This is stupid, come home!”

“No! You can’t always have your way! Stop being a child and let me go, Hugh!” you spat at him.

You know better. You know better than to push him when he’s already so angry, but it’s been so long and you miss him so much. You need him.

In one swift move, he put you on the sink and is ripping your panties off. You pull him close to you, opening your legs to make room for him, kissing him hard as he fumbles with his belt.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” he growls against your lips, pushing his pants down before hiking your dress up.

“Yeah and you’re an asshole,” you moan in anticipation.

“You know you’re the only one I love,” he breathes as he thrusts into you, loving the gasp that escapes you. “I love you so fucking much but you insist on making everything difficult.”

“Then why are you here with her?” you breathlessly question as you close your eye and lean your head back against the mirror door of the medicine cabinet.

“Need to hurt you,” he grunts as he fucks into you relentlessly “since you hurt me.”

“You hurt me first,” you moan, tears coming from both the pleasure and the fact that you two are destined to destroy each other every time you’re alone together.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I swear to God, I’ll never do it again. I’ll never lie, I’ll never cheat...fuck, I need you so much,” he moans, pulling the straps of your dress down and unfastening the front of your bra in one swift move.

His mouth is on one of your nipples almost instantly, licking and sucking with so much greed. “Ransom...I...oh my God!”

“Need to hear you say it. Please,” he begs pathetically, looking up at you in your blissed out state. “Please baby.”

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much,” you confess, cumming hard as you run your hands through his hair.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praises and you clench around him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby!”

“Fuck!” he grunts and you can tell he’s close. He forces your legs around his waist before wrapping both arms around you tight and pulling you off the sink top. “Need more of you.”

“Holy shit!” you cry out as you feel him deeper inside of you. “God, you fuck me so good!”

“”Better than anyone else?”

“Fuck yes,” you mewl as he starts to kiss all over your neck, biting and sucking on your collar bone. “Ransom!” you whimper.

“That’s it, give it to me right now,” he demands, looking up at you.

You let out a cry so loud that you’re sure the whole mansion hears as a orgasm washes over you. Your entire body feels weightless as you hang on to Ransom for dear life, drowning in endless waves of bliss. You’re brought back to reality when you feel your back hit the medicine cabinet door and Ransom is yelling a slew of obscenities.

You both stay like that for a moment, no sounds other than your labored breaths. There’s no way everyone didn’t hear you two, but it isn’t like it matters because you’re positive that you both look wrecked.

“Let’s go home,” Ransom says after a beat, slowly pulling out of you and starting to get himself together.

“We don’t have a home,” you respond softly, putting your bra back on and pulling up the straps on your dress.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

“Even if I were to ever get back with you, why the fuck would I want to go back there?”

“It’s our home!”

“Yeah, our home that you broke my heart in and currently live in with-”

“She doesn’t fucking live there!”

“You still fuck her there!”

“This is so fucking stupid! You just said-”

“So what? We had sex, Ransom. You of all people should know that it doesn’t mean we’re committed,” you snap as you put your shoes back on.

“Y/N-”

“Just leave it alone,” you sigh softly before straightening up your hair and exiting the bathroom.

You can feel eyes on you and don’t care. He was your husband first anyway. You pick a drink off one of the trays the server is carrying around and quickly down it before grabbing another.

You’re definitely going to need a car service to get home after this.

You look up to see Stephanie glaring daggers into you and send a sarcastic smile her way, before throwing back your drink and quickly grabbing another.

“Hey, I’d like to propose a toast to Harlan,” you hear Ransom call from the other room. Curiosity gets the better of you and make your way into the living room area. “Not only has his passion been handed down to me, but after all these years, he’s still turning out some of the best damn mysteries I’ve ever read. Here’s to the next book and the one after that! We’re all so proud and love you so much,” he smiles warmly at his grandfather, who is just as taken aback as everyone, but touched by the kind words none the less. Everyone is quick to cheer and raise their glasses, but Ransom interrupts as his eyes land on you.

There’s that anger.

“I’d also like to propose a toast to my ex-wife that I just fucked senseless in the bathroom,” he smiles at you and feel rage boiling in your stomach as you can see Harlan put his face in his hands from the corner of your eye. “Here’s to the one woman I’ll ever love even though she’s being a giant bitch and won’t take me back, no matter how many times I try to get this shit right. To you babe,” he says with a plastic smile and anger in his eyes.

“Go to hell!”

You quickly make your way to the study, stumbling a little, as you grab your purse and wrap around sweater.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” Ransom growls, throwing his glass to the ground, and grabbing hold of your wrist.

You turn and slap him hard before yanking your arm free. “I’m going home!”

Ransom trails behind you trying to grab ahold of you and getting you to stay.

“No!” he finally shouts, getting his arm around your waist and pulling you close , just as you reach your car. “You can’t-”

“Did you really think that was the best way to go about anything?!” you scream, breaking out of his hold. “Telling everyone you fucked me then calling me a bitch?!”

“You are a bitch!”

“Then why do you want me so bad?!”

“Because I fucking love, Y/N!” he shouts, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please...just please-”

“Let me go, Ransom,” you sniffle out, trying to break free of him.

“No, not until you tell me you’re coming back.”

“I can’t do this anymore. Any of it. You have to let me go,” you sob, using all of your strength to push him off of you and getting into your car.

You start your car, ignoring all of voices in your head telling you that you’re in no condition to drive, and speed off. Your phone automatically syncs to the radio and starts playing music as furiously wipe away the tears.

‘It was a fun, strange summer

I rolled on, didn’t think of you

We lost touch with each other

Fall came and I had to move

Moving backwards, hurt comes after

Healing doesn’t happen in a straight line’

As the song went on, all of your memories with Ransom came rushing through at once. The good and the bad. The first time you two met in kindergarten, the first time he ever defended you, the first argument you two ever had, the first time you two kissed...

‘If I cry just a little

And then laugh in the middle

If I hate you then I love you

Then I change my mind...’

Memories of your wedding day and you two sharing your first dance came to mind, just as you saw headlights behind you. You know its him and it makes you cry even harder.

‘If I need just a little

More time to deal with the fact

That you should have treated me right

Then I’m more than just a little justified’

Your phone starts buzzing and you know it’s him, probably wanting you to pull over so you can talk and work things out, but you just want to get home and away from him. You lean over to hit ignore and swerve slightly into the next lane, where another car is coming at you.

In any other case, you would just swerve back into your lane and that would be that, but you’re drunk, hurt, crying, and not thinking clearly. You swerve even more into the other lane and hit the guard rail, flipping your car over. The last thing you see in your mind before darkness overcomes you is Ransom smiling at you on your wedding day.

When you come to, you hear your mother before you see her.

“You have no right to be here! This is your fault!” she screams at who you can only assume is Ransom.

“I know but please-”

“She wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t upset her! You always upset and hurt her! Are you happy now?! Have you finally had enough?!” she cries.

“Mom,” you call groggily, trying to sit yourself up, only to be met with pain. “Mom stop. It’s not his fault.”

“Oh my baby!” she cries even harder, running over to your side and wrapping her arms around you.

You look around to see your friends, Harlan, Linda and Richard, and Ransom all standing in your hospital room.

Great.

“How do you feel?” your mother asks, pouring water into a cup for you.

“Like I’ve been in a car accident,” you scowl as you prop yourself up. “Where is my car?”

“That’s the least of your worries right now,” Vivian snaps. “Are you crazy?!”

“Guess what I don’t need right now?”

“I don’t care! You could’ve died, Y/N!”

“I know and I’m sorry. I was just upset and wasn’t thinking rationally.”

“Because of him,” your mother spits towards Ransom, venom dripping from her lips.

“I’m 34 years old, Ma. I’m an adult. I made the choice to drive drunk. The fault is no ones but my own.”

“Be that as it may, you’re never seeing him again!”

“Whatever you say,” you reply sarcastically, sliding back down. “What did the doctor say?”

“You have some cracked ribs,” Harlan spoke softly, voice hoarse. You can tell hes been crying and it broke your heart. “Some obvious bruises and cuts, but overall, you’re fine.”

“I really know how to leave a party, don’t I?” you smile at him to which he laughs softly in response.

“What can I do?” Ransom asks, eyes not meeting yours as he stands in the corner like a child in timeout.

“Can you all give us a minute?” you ask, your gaze not leaving him.

“Y/N-”

“Mom, I’m in a hospital bed hooked up to machines. Where am I going?”

She scowls at you before glaring at him. “We’ll be right outside.”

“Don’t I know it?” you sigh, rubbing your head in an attempt to ward off the headache that was coming on.

When the room was empty you both just looked at each other. What else could you do?

“I never meant to-”

“Just don’t,” you interrupted “I made the choice to drive after drinking way too much. This is my fault.”

“I pushed you to it.”

“Yeah, you telling everyone we fucked then calling me a bitch? Thanks a lot for that.”

“I was just angry.”

“You’re always angry, Ransom,” you sigh. “How are you not tired of being so angry all the time?”

“The only time I’m not angry is when I’m with you,” he sighs running a hand through his hair. “I get it now though...I’ll stay away for good, even if I do see you-”

“I don’t know if that’s what I want,” you admit shyly, playing with your fingers. “Your face on our wedding day is the last thing I saw before everything went dark. I love you and I’ll never stop...”

“What do you need me to do? I swear I’ll do anything.”

“That’s just it, I don’t know what I need or if it’ll ever be enough. I just know that I love you too much to never see or feel you again. You are everything to me. Always have been and always will be. How am I supposed to just quit you like it’s nothing?” you ask, wiping away the few tears that slipped away.

“I can be the man you deserve, I promise,” he cries, taking your hands as he sits at the foot of your hospital bed. “What can I do to prove that to you?”

You just smile at him and stroke the back of his hand with you thumb, because in all honesty....you don’t know.

Ransom was with you every day that you were in the hospital. He had them move you to a private room, where every morning your room was dressed with new flowers, and he was the first person you saw in the morning and the last person you saw when visiting hours came to an end.

He really was doing his best to show you how much he cares and it only made you love him more, despite your reservations.

“You get released tomorrow,” he smiles once you finally wake up.

“Thank God, I’m so sick this place.”

“I know you are, baby,” he sighs. He knows you’ve hated hospitals since the death of your father, you’ve tried to stay as far from hospitals as you can. “I’m so sorry-”

“Ransom, don’t start up again. I made the choice.”

“Because I made you upset,” he sighs, hands on his hips. “I swear I’ll never do anything to hurt you again.”

“I just wanna go home,” you sigh looking out the window.

“About that,” he starts softly “it’s obviously up to you, but I did sell our old home. The new one has already been purchased, but I know that we’re still working this out, so the ball is in your court.”

“Meaning...?”

“Do you wanna go home or do you wanna go home...with me?” he asks nervously, shoving his hands into his pocket.

In this moment, you’re truly torn because you don’t know what to do. He’s done so much to prove to that he has changed, but at the same time, his past actions are what led you two to be in the position you’re in now.

You look at him and honestly can’t decide where your head or heart are at. You’re not sure if you’ll ever truly know.

‘If I need just a little

More time to deal with the fact

That you should have treated me right

Then I’m more than just a little justified’

taglist: @itsbrittany425, @jtargaryen18, @whxre4cevans, @sweetflowerdreams

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theyalldeserveddbetter · 4 years ago

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Comic-Con- Drabble

(Ransom Drysdale x teen daughter reader)

Request: Hi can you write ransom walking in on his daughter cosplaying please

A/N: Hope you enjoy 💕

Words: 213 (short guy)

You and your friends had been getting ready for this year’s Comic-Con for months. It was going to be your biggest one yet.

It all started with your friend saying how much your dad looked like Captain America. You didn’t see any resemblance but all your other friends seemed to disagree.

Then came the costumes and makeup.

Your friend had convinced you all to go as different Marvel characters. She had let you (forced you) go as Captain America because you were in fact the offspring of Ransom himself.

You looked in the mirror one more time before you left your room to go leave the house for Comic-Con.

As you walked downstairs, you bumped into Ransom.

“Where are you going?” He asked, intrigued.

“Comic-Con.” You replied, hoping to get a move on.

Ransom stared at you. “Okay. Be back before 10 pm.”

“Don’t make this awkward dad. You’re doing the awkward stare thing,” You sighed.

“What awkward stare thing?” Ransom asked, confused.

“The one where you just stare at me and talk at the same time.”

“I don’t do that. Whatever, just be back before 10 pm.” Ransom said.

You made your way to the front door.

“You look good by the way. I thought you should know that.” Ransom called out.

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lettalady · 4 years ago

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A Turn of the Knife: 16 - Don’t think you can ghost me

[ alternatively titled: distance ]

Baltimore. You need more than your fingers and toes to count the reasons why you want to be anywhere else. But it’s needed, for work. Maybe, just maybe, if you’re able to keep busy enough you can keep the trip from getting worse. As you wander perusing the art you let your mind drift, entertaining the carefully worded response you might have to send to get Hannah to stop calling. Similar to the issue you’re currently facing with Ransom, muting or blocking your sister for the duration of your time in the city won’t solve the problem.

‘Sorry, Hannah. (But not really) Tell everyone I’m sorry. (Really not) Can’t make it by the house. (By careful design) Maybe next time! (Or never again, if I can help it)’

Ransom has, at least for the moment, stopped texting. Thinking about the reasons why he’s fallen silent send you back down the spiral you’re trying to avoid.

The art. The art will save you, just as it had when you were pursuing your degree. It gives you somewhere else to pour your focus – allowing you to tamp down on the rising itch making itself known.

“Fucking Baltimore.”

[ find the story on AO3 ]

#a turn of the knife #imagine ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale imagine #knives out fanfic #knives out prequel #yep basically ransom drysdale smutness #with a smidgen of story between

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rachaelswrites · 4 years ago

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Lonely People

Ransom Drysdale x daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,119

Requested by: @shady80smusicsingercolor

Ransom x daughter!reader...where she has gotten left out mostly her life..and when ramsom says go away...she becomes and she began to tear up and he notice...she explains to him and he just comfort her

A/N: requests and taglist are open!

You’ve always been the black sheep of the Thrombey family. You were nicer and smarter than everyone else; You were also the youngest. Even your dad would sometimes leave you out during family conversations. It wasn’t on purpose but you were just different so it happened naturally. Ransom was too consumed in his family that he didn’t realize that you had no interest in joining the family business. You were too invested in your own path and education. You wanted to travel and study history; even your own cousin didn’t talk to you. Not even a glance in the hallway.

At this point you just accepted it. At least sometimes Ransom would talk to you at home but it was never about things that interested you. You spent most time upstairs in your room, which Ransom thought was normal ‘teenage’ behavior. Family parties were worse though. So many people, but still no one to talk to.

You were sitting in your room, on your bed looking at your phone. Your dad knocked on your door and you let him in.

“Hey sweetie. I was just letting you know that this weekend we’re all going to Harlan’s.”

You nodded and he left the room and closed the door. You sighed as you tried to think of some new excuse to not go. You gave up and went to bed.

The rest of the week was excruciatingly long and painful. There was a holiday weekend so teachers were cramming you all with work since they didn’t assign anything over long weekends. You decided to get it all done early, so Friday night, you stayed in your room at your desk and worked into the early morning. Ransom had woken up to get some water and he heard your tv in the hallway.

“Hey Y/n you might want to go to sleep soon. We have to leave early,” your dad said from the door frame.

You turned the TV off and closed your laptop and got into bed, “Ok. Goodnight dad.”

“Goodnight.”

When your dad said you had to leave early, he wasn’t kidding. You had to be up and dressed by seven. You had no idea why you had to be at your great-grandfather's house so early. Your dad pulled into the large driveway and parked the car. You quickly got out and headed inside, trying to find a place to stay out of the way. You didn’t get very far because Ransom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“Can you help set up?” he asked.

You shot him a confused look. Normally Harlan had everything done before the family arrived.

“What are we setting up?” you questioned.

Ransom took off his sunglasses and looked at you, shocked, "What do you mean? Jacob just got accepted to college and we’re throwing him a party. Did he not tell you?”

“No he never talks to me,” you explained, “nobody in this family does,” you mumbled the last part, hoping Ransom wouldn’t hear.

He didn’t like it when you talked back like that. Ransom shooed you off in the direction of Meg, “Go you help her.”

You would think Meg would be the nicest and most understanding out of everyone, but it was the exact opposite. She treated you the worse. She always felt some sort of competition with you since you were the only girls. Not that there even was any, anyways.

“Hey Meg do you need help with that?” you gestured towards the banner she was attempting to hang up.

“No I’m fine. Just go stay out of the way,” she shot back while rolling her eyes.

You walked away and went to go sit on the staircase that Jacob would normally occupy. You could probably stay here all night since he would be the center of attention.

About fifteen minutes later Joni shrieked, “He’s here! He’s here!”

You could see your dad roll his eyes at her hysterics in your peripheral vision. Walt walked in with hands on Jacob’s shoulder. Jacob’s eyes lit up at the sight of the party the family threw together.

You got so bored that you ended up falling asleep on the staircase around four o’clock. You woke up to the clattering of dishes and went to join the family for dinner. Nobody talked to you so finished quickly and decided to walk around the house and the yard. You played with Harlan’s dogs for a few hours also.

You checked the time on your phone and it read nine-thirty. You groaned and went to go find your dad. You and your friends were meeting up to study and you wanted to be home early. You walked into Harlan’s library and saw your dad in conversation with his parents.

“Hey dad can we get going now. I’m kind of tired,” you said.

Ransom looked at you, annoyed and took a swig of his wine, “Yeah yeah. We’ll leave soon. Just, leave us alone for awhile.”

You knew that meant you wouldn’t be leaving for hours.

You sighed and tried to reason with him, knowing he was tipsy, “But can we leave now please? I’m going to go study with friends tomorrow morning so I need to get home now.”

Richard and Linda were now getting uncomfortable, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.

Ransom stood up and towered over you, “Y/n! I said go away!” he yelled.

Without meaning to, tears started to form in your eyes. You turned to leave and Ransom realized what he just did. His face softened and he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the library and onto the porch, where the family wasn’t. You had no idea what came over him and thought you were in trouble.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll just go stay in the car and stay out of your way.”

You wiped the tears from your face, but your dad spoke up before you could walk away.

“No I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you and you don’t have to stay out of anyone’s way.”

“Well you always leave me out, so I might as well just stay away from everyone,” you whispered.

Ransom looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, "What? I don’t leave you out. You never try and engage in our conversations!”

“I mean I try! There’s just nothing I have in common with anyone. No one even tries to get to know me.” Tears started to fall down your face and he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your hair, “I promise I’ll try harder and make sure you’re included now.”

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#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale daughter #ransom drysdale x teen!reader #knives out #knives out fanfic #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #ransom drysdale x daughter!reader

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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

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During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

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It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

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Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

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The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

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On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

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jennygirl2014 · 4 years ago

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These new pics of Ransom make me think it's time to update my Ransom fic

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meobsessions · 4 years ago

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Chapter 33: A Wonderful Evening is now posted!

WARNING: It’s smut, guys. Don’t read if you’re not 18+ or uncomfortable with it.

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threeminutesoflife · 5 years ago

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Prison Letters Are Profitable

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Reader Summary: Ransom lost it all, but was slowly gaining it back- thanks to his admirers and reconnecting with you... Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: ***Knives Out SPOILERS- story starts after the movie’s ending, 18+ smut- various mentions, manhandling, office sex, rough/hate sex

Prompt: “Sass me one more time and you will regret it.” a/n: challenge piece for @saiyanprincessswanie - Congratulations on your milestone!❣️🌻

Here’s to the rich and connected, those babies lucky enough to pop out of old money vaginas. No, no that’s fair. You reprimanded yourself and twisted the chain of your long necklace. The heavy stone pendant tapped along the waistband of your dress before settling.

Truthfully, anyone could say a similar snide comment about you. You might not have been born extremely wealthy, but you managed a lucky break at the current publishing house through connections of a wealthy acquaintance. It was the usual friend of a friend narrative that paved your way towards a coveted interview, eventually allowing you to secure an office with a view.

Unfortunately for you, your on-again / off-again college bedmate, Ransom Drysdale, was the one who initially greased your career wheel. He introduced you to several high-profiled publishing players when you accompanied him to grandfather's New Year’s celebration. However, after interning at his grandfather’s company, you accepted a job offer with a different publishing house.

Your decision led to several arguments with Ransom. He didn’t understand why you’d turn down a position at Blood Like Wine, especially when his grandfather owned it. But you knew if you stayed on, Ransom would intentionally and unintentionally remind you how he opened the door for you.

So you worked, hard. You learned quickly and excelled, drowning yourself in projects. And over time, you both stopped noticing how the other one didn’t call.

On bad days, you remembered Ransom and doubted your capabilities by thinking you wouldn’t have this career without him or his connections. On good days, you popped a cork and celebrated the achievements you conquered on your own.

And on days when you had too much time to think, you wondered how the man you once knew, who liked receiving blowjobs under blanket forts, turned into a brutal centerfold for Tiger Beat’s attractive killers' edition.

When news broke about Ransom’s homicidal frolicking through the deadly tulips, you tried to recall if there were any giveaways to what really lay beneath his surface. You’d tease him on how he unconsciously ate his sandwiches into squares, rotating the bread between bites. But you doubted there was a checkbox for that on a psych eval.

Sure, the roots of his family tree were tangled, but who’s weren't? But for him to hack away at his own foundation, to do those crimes he was being accused of...? You had trouble understanding.

Maybe it was because of your biased history with Ransom, because unclear thoughts always fogged your mind where he was concerned. Questions tumbled and pulled at you on how he could possibly do the things he was accused of.

You never had a clear answer but his defense did, and the jury agreed with them. He didn’t commit the crimes fully aware.

Popularity was a gift bestowed upon Ransom, and he used it well. His lawyers were especially pleased with how photogenic he was- once they persuaded him to curb the smirking. They easily planted seeds of doubt about Ransom’s awareness of how the real world worked. They said, he didn’t know right from wrong because he wasn’t taught actions held consequences. For a man who was never denied anything, he wouldn’t be able to understand the degree of his actions. Especially when he was never disciplined.

They blamed his overindulged upbringing. How could such an exotic plant possibly survive harsh winters on unknown streets, instead of the only known environment of a palatial greenhouse?

They argued how his views and actions were different from ordinary citizens because he was plagued by a wealthy upbringing. Ransom was the victim, clearly suffering from affluenza. He grew up too rich, too well-connected, too far away from the reality of the daily grind. And now he was under duress of losing his privileged livelihood.

The soil surrounding his roots was simply too nourishing for him to be pulled out so harshly, so cruelly. He couldn’t be transplanted in harsher conditions, in less hospitable grounds. The shock of losing all possessions and to be abandoned caused him to take abnormal actions.

He did not understand the harm he was inflicting. He was simply someone who was acting out, too spoiled to adapt to the thought of living in mediocre conditions.

Ransom never asked to be born in a family, who’s moral compass was broken. Nor did he ask to be born wealthy and have a silver spoon shoved down his throat. He was a victim of circumstance- and copious amounts of money were all he knew.

His lawyers were adamant in their defense and it worked. Their claims helped achieve a deal and reduce Ransom’s sentencing.

You still couldn’t believe the closing arguments and the small sprinkle of time he was sentenced for. It was like a fucking garnish on a plate instead of it being the main course. The disbelief of hearing his judgment still stained your carpet from when you spat your glass of red wine out.

Some nights, you secretly realized, you were more upset about his lack of sentencing than the crimes he committed.

Despite knowing the best kind of climate to plant your own career in and how to prune accordingly, Ransom somehow managed to burrow his way back into your life. Because he was here now- in your office.

The current weed in your garden- the heinous, tacky, garden gnome of humanity- Ransom Drysdale, was currently strangling your ears and sanity. The parolee wilted your patience by explicitly detailing all his expectations for book two and his plans for book three. That rich, well-connected planting soil you potted yourself in came at the cost of a double-edged spade named Drysdale.

Ransom requested you. He told your boss he’d feel more comfortable working with someone he’d known prior. And because Ransom was Ransom, when he retold you about the request, he added with a devilish grin how he wanted someone he could trust with shared history.

When you asked if he actually said it that way to your boss, he replied with a leering half-smile and a shrug before dumping a box of papers down on your desk. He slipped his hand under his breast coat and pulled out a flask.

Twisting the cap off, he pointed at you before tasting, “To us. Let history repeat itself.”

You hoped he was referring to your occasional college hookups and not his talent for creating a fatal shit storm.

Crunching on the half-melted ice cubes from the bourbon-laced iced tea, you wished you had a pair of shears to separate his immoral head from his stalk. The way he felt the need to keep retelling you the story of how he requested you still made your itch skin with annoyance.

Was he truthful about the conversation with your boss? You’d never know. You wouldn’t put it past Ransom to exaggerate, but there was also no way in hell you’d ask your boss to confirm that suspicion. And for a moment, you tried recalling if Harlan Thrombey wrote an agriculture homicide tale, one you could take tips from. Surely he must have known which type of cornfields were best to dump a body in.

For the last year and a half, you have been Ransom's agent. The second book would compliment the first, another assignment with him that you never wanted. The false promise from your boss, ‘this will be a one-book deal,’ now bled out to a four-book series. A continuation to the nod of hormonal stupidity. There was a toothache of a thought festering- with the growing popularity of his first publication, he might have enough material to stretch for a fifth book.

Taking another sip of your liquored refreshment, you thanked Ransom for sharing the booze he routinely carried, even if his toasts were always oddly worded. He knew you were more willing to humor his long office visits and sharp demands after topping off your beverages.

You watched as your unwanted responsibility sprawled himself over the office couch; one foot on the leather cushions, his other on top of the once organized files that were now smeared across the glass coffee table. Sucking back a stream of aggravation at his disregard, you adjusted your long necklace and refocused on the letters.

Once again, Ransom would be sponging off the words of another. After leeching off his grandfather’s works, he now graduated to feasting upon fanmail.

His first book, a collection of love letters from admirers he received while in prison, helped land him back into the social pools that easily forgot about his homicidal history when his book sales rose in popularity. People were quick to forget Ransom’s murderous report card, especially when they favored bank accounts to morals.

And now, the soon-to-be second book looked as though it would re-pad Ransom’s silver-threaded slippers. You were still deciding if his third book would showcase a small amount of the hate letters he also received. But you knew those letters could only be chosen if they painted their writers in worse light than Ransom, an actual murderer.

Gossip was always in demand- and it was requested more than freshly churned butter at a baked potato festival. But you still needed Ransom to have a favorable place in the readers’ minds (and pockets) before an unflattering spotlight hit him again.

Your rubber-gloved fingers flicked over the corners of the name-changed admirers’ pages. It was always one endless compliment after another in these letters; one poorly executed sexual offer or boastful promise given to Ransom.

You learned while reviewing them for his first book, it was safer to don disposable gloves. Some fans wrote Ransom with a little too much fervor, believing their cheap Tinkerbell perfume and glitter-covered bodily fluids splashed across the pages would catch his interest. But all it really did was make you break out in hives, and you definitely didn't want to remember what some of his more colorful hate mail was coated with.

“If I see any more letters dotted with a heart, I might puke,” you said before snapping the gloves off and falling back against the chair.

“Then stop drinking. That bourbon’s too good for you to waste… or mix,” Ransom added with a grimace.

“I only mix your expensive hooch because it annoys you. Just like you know that your shoes on the furniture annoy me.”

With a smirk, Ransom locked eyes with you and roughly dragged the heel of his shoe across the leather cushion.

“God, you’re a shit person. You always carry the old, expensive stuff in a flask?”

“I wouldn’t have to bootleg if you were a better hostess,” Ransom countered before theatrically stretching and dragging his heel along the cushion again. “How come you never offer me refreshments?”

“Because I don’t want you here any longer than necessary. I always hope dehydration will run you off quicker.”

Ransom laughed dryly at your honesty, “Yet, you have no problem accepting mine.”

“Wanted to see what it’s like to suck other people dry.”

“Oh, kitten,” Ransom propped himself on his elbows and arched his eyebrow. “No need to wonder, we both know you’re great at sucking.”

“Get fucked,” you mumbled, turning back to the layout boards to compare the best cover photo.

“Why do you think I came here today? We could have just handled this over the phone.”

You ignored his taunts as you crossed and uncrossed your ankles, trying not to think about the previous run-ins you suffered by his talented hands. You had always been the definition of professionalism until he reemerged in your life. Now, he was the splinter under a nail if you ever felt one.

And unfortunately for your resistance, he was extremely blessed in delivering sarcasm and orgasms. Two of your favorite things. Despite the years apart, you two easily fell back into your old college bed-sharing ways. The muscle memory of you squeezing around his length was too tempting to ignore.

Ransom’s eyes rested on you as he reclined across the couch again. It wasn’t the best piece of furniture, but it was beyond better than his bed at the minimum security prison. He tried to remind himself of the time he spent there, whenever his old prince and the pea side threatened to resurface.

Knocking back the last of his glass, Ransom nodded for you, “Come here.”

You scoffed at his attempt to order you around, “Not yet, still trying to decide which cover looks better for the series.”

“I look better- Come. Here.”

“Not. Yet.”

You kept your eyes trained on your papers when you heard him huff and walk towards you.

Ransom swiveled your chair away from the desk and leaned over to crowd your vision, “I’ve been looking forward to us. It’s been too long since our last meeting.”

“Us?”

“This,” he corrected quickly.

His grip tightened around your desk chair. The veins along his forearms became even more visible when he squeezed the armrests. Ransom’s rich cologne saturated the air between you and caused your fingers to curl around the hem of your dress.

Ransom’s eyes ran over you, slowly taking you in. He paid attention to how your breath sped up slightly when he focused on your neck and the low collar of your dress. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip when the skirt of your dress ruffled when you squeezed your thighs.

He pushed himself off your chair and moved behind you. Cool air hit you, breaking you out of your Ransom-induced haze as you fell backwards with your chair.

Opening your eyes, Ransom towered over you after swiftly tilting your office chair as far back as it would go, and grinned down at you, “I can smell how much you missed me.”

You scoffed at him and tried regaining as much of the upper hand as possible, while your feet stuck out in the air, “Save the poetry and tell me you locked the door.”

“When I entered...” Ransom slowly pulled the words into a double meaning. No doubt referencing the last meeting you had with him, when your back was pressed against the office door and your legs were wrapped around him. He refused to flip the lock until he was buried deep inside you.

Ransom rounded the side of your chair, while keeping it slightly tilted back with one arm. He moved his free hand over your thigh and flipped the bottom of your dress up. It didn’t take much teasing for your thighs to part for his long fingers.

You rested your head back, the feel of his smooth palm circling along your inner thighs caused your panties to dampen.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Ransom bent over you, his breath tickling the side of your face. “Biting your lip like that, giving me access like this.”

You hummed under his touch, his fingers graced over the wet spot on your lace panties. You closed your eyes tighter as he circled your covered nub, sparks flying up your belly.

“As soon as I entered your office,” Ransom sucked in his breath when he felt you press your core against his palm. “Seeing you behind that desk, I couldn’t wait to also ent-”

You opened one eye, taking in how Ransom licked his lips as you rubbed yourself down along his hand, “Don’t ruin this by saying some stupid comment of entering me like you did this office-”

Rolling his eyes, he cut you off with a hard kiss. Against your better judgement, your hands reached out and tugged him down to you. The warmth of his chest blanketed you again as you tilted back further.

Ransom licked the shell of your ear, “Why do you always try to ruin the mood?”

His question caught you off guard for a moment, the truth rushing to the forefront of your brain. Because I don’t want to grow real feelings for you again.

“Don’t act like you were saying anything good,” you pushed him back as you rose from the chair. “Get on the desk.”

Ransom narrowed his eyes at your short command, he was about to point out how you dodged his question until he saw your panties drop from under your dress. Lace pooled around your ankles before kicking them away with your heels. When he looked back up, he saw you waiting on him to do as he was told.

Unzipping, he pushed his slacks past his thighs and sat on the edge of your desk with his boxers still on.

“Move back further, Ransom. If I’m going to ride you, I don’t want to fall.”

Leaning further back on the desk, he groaned at your words as old images played in his head. You saw his dick twitch at your words, the cotton material tenting and bunching. The thought of you straddling him made his breath hitch. You didn’t make him wait long as your thighs trapped him under you. Your necklace hit his torso, causing him to inhale sharply.

Pulling the bottom of your dress behind you, you gave your next orders to Ransom, “Take yourself out.”

He obeyed, quickly freeing his erection from his boxers.

“Good. Now, stroke yourself.”

Ransom’s hand froze, fingers stiffened at your words before he regained control and tightened his fist around the base of his cock. He wept with precum as you watched him run his grip up and down his hard length. You hummed in appreciation and slowly covered your hand over his, helping to move him along his shaft.

“Hold still,” you ordered before rising on your knees to slide yourself down onto him.

Ransom’s loud groans filled the office as your muscles squeezed around him.

You loosely rested your hand over his mouth, “Door’s locked, but you still have to be quiet, Ransom.”

“You can’t expect me to not appreciate you, kitten,” his words licked your fingers.

“Appreciate quietly,” you hissed, dropping yourself harder down onto him.

Ransom purposely moaned louder as he grabbed your ass and pulled you closer. He palmed you greedily and bucked himself up into you, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Dragging your hands down his buttoned chest, your nails dug into the high thread count of his shirt as you ground your hips harshly onto him, “Shut up and fuck me. Quietly-”

SMACK

Holding back your gasp, you bit your cheek from the slap Ransom just gifted your ass cheek. Snapping your head down, he smirked up at you.

He massaged the sting away as his fingers dipped between your cheeks. His fingertips traced your hole as he palmed your ass again. This time you did gasp loudly.

“What?” He asked too innocently, grabbing your thighs.

Falling forward, you pressed your weight down on Ransom’s chest and earned a surprised grunt out of him, “Stop playing around. I’m too close.”

Ransom glared at your tone. There was an odd feeling stirring in his stomach. Then it plummeted. His eyes widened at the realization, he didn’t like the idea of you actually being annoyed with him.

He hissed your name while squeezing your hips, “Kiss me.”

His demand surprised you both, your hips faltering for a moment before you regained your rhythm. Ransom shook away the shock of his own request after you moaned yourself into another delicious grind.

“Don’t go sweet on me now,” you joked, your back arched away from him. Your mouth fell open when he slowly dragged his cock and snapped himself back up into you. “Fuck... just like that, Ransom. Just... a little more.”

Your heavy necklace swayed back and forth between your bodies, a pendulum moving with each dip and hip roll. It pulled the collar of your dress down lower, teasing Ransom with more views of your chest.

He drank in the sight of you. Pulling the bottom of your dress up, his gaze rolled down your torso and settled to where you were both connected. Your silky thighs over his, squeezing him like a vice as you slid up and down. The sounds escaped you as you rode him, making him ache with unfamiliar need. There was a pull in his chest as he saw his cock disappear in you.

“I said,” Ransom moved his hand up along your dress and over your breast. His thumb rubbed your nipple before pinching, “kiss me.”

Ignoring him, you rocked fast. You could feel the slick running down your thighs, no doubt rolling off Ransom and onto your desk. You bounced faster, disregarding his requests for a kiss as you chased your release.

Tired of being ignored, Ransom reached over your desk and grabbed a container of pens. Not heeding your warning to remain silent, he chucked the container across the room.

Your eyes jerked open at the sound of the crash. You latched onto Ransom’s forearms and he steadied your hips to keep you from falling off him and the desk.

“You are an asshole, Drysdale,” you seethed under your breath. “If someone checks on that noise, this is over.”

You clenched your muscles around his length for emphasis. Fuck him for trying to take away an orgasm that was so near. You doubled down and tried refocusing your attention back on your needs.

Ransom couldn’t believe you. He couldn't believe you’d threaten to take this away from him. Always so damn difficult, why wouldn’t you just fucking kiss him? More importantly, why was it so damn important to him that you did?

“Accident,” he challenged coolly.

Your mouth thinned at his lame excuse, “Don’t pull that affluenza crap with me. You knew what you were doing.”

Annoyed with himself and you, he sat up abruptly. Pulling you closer, he sneered at your shock.

Alarmed by his sudden movements, you adjusted yourself quickly, “What are you-”

“Sass me one more time and you will regret it,” Ransom was done being ignored. He stilled your hips, his hold tightening and causing you to whine when you couldn't create any friction. You were sure there’d be fingerprinted bruises on your skin tomorrow.

A dry chuckle of irritation sprang out of yourself, you were done being denied an orgasm. Your annoyance boiled over, promising yourself you’d get the release you were owed.

Grabbing his shirt collar, you knocked your nose against his, “What do you want?!”

“Fucking kiss me already!” Ransom boomed- angry at himself for wanting such a stupid connection, angry at you for being a bitch about it.

Shooting your hand across your desk, you snatched a fan’s crumpled love letter. Without another thought, you smashed the admirer’s note into Ransom’s face and pushed it past between his lips.

Shoving him back down on your desk with one hand, your fingers curled around the paper and the inside of his jaw with your other.

The letter grew wet under your fingertips and began tearing in his mouth. Stale perfume hit his tongue as you greedily rocked into him.

You rode yourself up and down his length as your grip tightened around his jaw, “Just focus on the fucking, Ransom.”

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