#Ransom drysdale rp

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

18+ no minors please this is an NSFW blog with mature topics discussed,any ageless,blank blogs will be blocked.Sorry not sorry!

Mun is 40, she/her

Asks and DM's are always open, feel free to ask me anything 

I have 5 muses right now that I can currently RP with (Bio for them will follow) so when sending asks or dms please specify who you're interested in rp'ing with.

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SFW and NSFW are fine and depending on what it is either send it in an ask, or I can be tagged in it. Try to keep the spicer stuff for asks.

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Dark/violent story lines can be done just discuss them in DM's first, and both parties have to agree on things.

Limits: scat, watersports,feet, age play and pet play (if you're unsure if something is a limit of mine please ask first)

Story lines will be separate unless both parties agree on it

Do not bring drama,hate,trash talking,ultimatums. No jealousy towards role play partners, not lying and no spamming. Just be smart about things, I do have a life outside of Tumblr but I will try my hardest to reply and answer asks I just ask that everyone be courteous and decent. I will not tolerate any of this and you will be blocked.

Muse list after read more

Dean Winchester

“I’m Dean Winchester, I’m an Aquarius, like long walks on the beach and frisky women. Me and my brother Sammy hunt the things that go bump in the night, yeah that’s right we’re hunters. Family business and all. There isn’t anything I won’t do to protect my brother, even if it means sacrificing myself. My car Baby is the best Sammy and I  have a lot of memories in it and it's been in some tough situations but it’s always dependable unlike most people, oh and I love pie and classic rock. Remember driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole. So if you think you have a ghost problem or maybe some ghoul stuff give me a call”

Lloyd Hansen

“Hello Sunshine! I don’t know why I need to say anything about myself. I should be pretty well known by now, but sure let me tell you about my favorite subject…me. I used to work for the CIA but then I decided why not freelance and be my own boss, which means my own rules. I’m sure everyone wants to know why I left the CIA, well it’s simple. I like doing things in lets say non ethical, non legal ways and that ruffled some feathers I guess, too bad for them I guess. Sent me to do a job to get some flash drive and had the biggest thorn in my ass….Court Gentry, dickhead messed up my hand and well that was my torture and shooting hand. Need something dealt with Sunshine you know how to find me”

Ransom Drysdale

“I don’t like you and I can guarantee you won’t like me,but you’ll probably love my money, well my family's money. I’ve been called many names, some of my favorite Trust Fund prick, asshole, jerk and many more, but what’s funny is everyone once you find out you have money everyone has their grubby hands out. I’m probably the most interesting, fascinating person you will ever meet and I will make your dull little life exciting. The only person I care about is me, myself and I, and when I found out my grandfather was cutting me out of his will, well I couldn’t let that happen could I did what I had too. And what was that you ask, you didn’t ask? Well too bad I’m telling you anyway, nothing short of murder (twice, wow I know) and I tried to frame the help. Just a normal day when you have money, so if I’m bored I might want to talk depends on my mood.

Rebecca Allen

Rebecca Allen was a woman with a bright future, that all changed the day she became Pandora Celestia. The day was ordinary until it wasn’t, the explosion should have killed her but instead it turned her into something more. As she lay close to death the terrigen mist enveloped her,keeping death away and giving her powers beyond her knowledge. Visions, terrible and horrible, are always destined to come true. She was able to peer inside of people’s minds and sway them to her will, and after enough practice could hone her powers into a physical weapon.

And thus Pandora Celestia was born, the powers she wielded terrified her and every time she feared she would lose control and either she would be destroyed or the power would over take her. Eventually she learned to hide her powers hoping that one day she could learn to control them and use them for good. Trying to help those she can, she's always vigilant to not over use her powers but to do everything she can to help anyone who needs it.

(art from Pinterest)

Cassandra Pendragon “Cassie”

Age: 200+ (long life from powerful witchcraft and being a shifter)

Cassandra Pendragon or Cassie as was called by friends, came from a long line of witches going all the way back to King Authur. She was rather proud of that aspect of her family tree, it gave her some credibility in case her skills were ever questioned. And it wasn’t often that her skills were questioned, but mistakes could be made. Speaking of mistakes, the other half of her family was what most people in the witch/magic community deemed “Undesirable” ; it was always thought that being a shifter made magic weak. Cassie on the other hand found that to not be the case, in fact she felt her magic was stronger for it. When she shifted her magic complimented her form, she became what she called a mystic wolf.

Abilities: Powerful spells and hexes, the ability to turn into a wolf or cat

Once witches and shifters alike found out about her she was shunned by both groups, witches feared the amount of power she had, and shifters didn’t normally trust witches so this made them even more wary. After taking various odd jobs, one went south and a witch and shifter were killed.Cassie received the blame and was hunted, always on the run she did what she had to in order to survive. She wasn’t against killing but it was only done if there was no other option. While on the run she realized she could turn into a simple house cat. Being a house cat was great to gather information and hide. Deciding she needs to set her name right she sets out to find the real killers so she can go back to her “normal life”

Ophelia Deathholme

Age: 40

Abilities: Can resurrect the dead, can communicate with the dead and has the abilities of the dead she encounters.

(dividers made by @saradika-graphics) (art from Pinterest)

Necromancy the practice of communicating with the dead in order to predict the future, that was at least the actual definition of the word.To Ophelia Deathholme it was more than just the plot to a book or movie it was part of her job, she used her talents to raise the dead working as a coroner for the police. The dead needed a voice, someone to get them justice, to help their families move on, to help the departed to move on. Initially she was met with skepticism. People thought she was taking advantage of the families by giving them “false” hope, that changed when she brought back a young woman who had been brutally murdered.

The family and officers were in the room and Ophelia kept trying to tell them all that her story wasn’t over, after being told numerous times to just do her job she took matters into her own hands. Normally the bigger the sacrifice the bigger the return, since all Ophelia needed was the young woman to speak she just used a small amount of her own blood. Speaking the words she knew too well the young woman sat up staring at Ophelia, the family was shocked and one of the cops passed out. Ophelia looked at the woman, her voice soft “Who killed you?” The young woman swallowed hard and paused as if trying to figure out the answer. 

Everyone watched as the woman began to point, suddenly the lights went out and movement could be heard. Suddenly screaming broke out, then nothing, Ophelia backed up until she was touching the dead woman. She felt a whisper in her ear “He will find you little necromancy he wants your power by any means necessary.” Swallowing hard Ophelia the lights turned on and she was shocked at what she saw, everyone in the room was dead and arranged to spell her first name.

The young woman looks at her family sadly before turning back to Ophelia “He has been watching you, watching your power grow until the time is right. He will come for you and try and tempt you, do not allow him to. He will destroy the world and you will be his tool” The young woman coughs hard and smiles “Thank you for giving me justice, my father killed me in a fit of anger and now I can rest” The young woman motions Ophelia to move closer “We the dead wish to help you, we shall lend you our gifts for you will need them.” The air changes and Ophelia gasps as she feels power flowing into her, falling to the floor she passes out.

Waking hours later she feels strangely refreshed,standing she cries out in pain. Finally standing she makes her way to a sink and looks in the mirror at a large jagged wound across her face.

“Great just great” “I recommend cleansing the wound and then applying butterfly bandages to the wound” Looking Ophelia sees a young nurse, quickly realizing that she was a ghost. The ghost smiles and bows and walks over to Ophelia and walks into her, her eyes roll back into her head as she begins taking care of her wounds. Once finished the ghost leaves Ophelia’s body and bows again before leaving, gasping as she sits on the floor, realizing that now not only can she raise the dead  but they can use their skills to help her. Realizing she has this power she uses it to still help the dead but now must figure out who has been watching her and why.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ A Steve Rogers -Formula One AU

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Formula One

It's the top of the top, best of the best, most intense racing in the world.  There are only 20 drivers at a time that can race. 10 teams that get sponsored. Twenty-three tracks around the world to test the skills of these drivers and crown one champion.

No woman has ever won a race.

And Liv is given a chance to prove them wrong.

After Bucky Barnes, a driver for Red Bull, is injured at Bahrain, Olivia Williams has the chance of a lifetime: be one of six female Formula One drivers in the history of the sport.  Liv has been racing since she was 5 and she takes the opportunity to become one of the elite 20 drivers in the world.  Bucky sees her potential.  His racing partner does not.

Steve Rogers is the number 2 driver in the world behind his chief rival, Ransom Drysdale. He thought this would be his year, racing with his best friend Bucky and taking on rival Mercedes. Until Bucky is hurt during the first race of the year.  They are bringing in a rookie to complete the team.  And Steve is not happy.  Because a woman has never succeeded in this sport, and he sure isn't going to let the beautiful and tenacious Olivia bring his year down.

Now, he has one year, 23 races, two rivals and one attraction that could make or break his chances at the championship.  They just need to follow team orders.  But will they be able to when they take a chance at following their own hearts?

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! Smut (eventually), car crashes, death, degrading speeches, a mean Steve Rogers, an even meaner Ransom Drysdale, fluff

Chapters:

Bahrain

Saudia Arabia

Australia

Emilia Romagna

Miami

Monaco

Montreal

Silverstone

Austria

France

Series Break

Spa-Francorchamps

Netherlands

Monza

Sochi

Singapore

Austin

Mexico City

Las Vegas

Sao Paolo

Sao Paolo - Part 2

Abu Dhabi

Epilogue

One Shot: He's a Yankee Doodle Sweetheart; but She's his Yankee Doddle Girl

Cast

Olivia Williams (Gal Gadot) – rookie driver for Red Bull, youngest daughter of racing legend David Williams

Steve Rogers - veteran driver for Red Bull

James "Bucky" Barnes – veteran driver for Red Bull, injured in first race and becomes Olivia's crew chief

Andy Barber – team principal Red Bull

Ransom Drysdale – principal driver, Mercedes, Olivia's former boyfriend

Lance Tucker – second driver, Mercedes

Lloyd Hansen – owner, Mercedes

Sam Wilson – Steve's crew chief and other best friend

Frank Adler – Olivia's best friend and mechanic- team Red Bull

Johnny Storm – shameless flirt – driver – team Ferrari

I will start posting this one once a week on Wednesdays! I'm adding in my normal tag list but please let me know if you want to be added or removed

Taglist:

@patzammit @slutforchrisjamalevans @texmexdarling @jennmurawski13-writes @firephotogrl74

[manbehindtheshield]

Active Muse List

Steve Rogers

Oliver Branson (oc)

Peter Quill

Johnny Storm

Ransom Drysdale

Audrey Nathan

Jake Jensen

Lloyd Hansen

these are all my characters that i have currently that are available for rp. they're all sideblogs so i will follow back from this account which is my main. not all of them have bios yet but if you have a question about them please IM me!

[killerfund]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃   /  𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

[ransomheld]

woke up in the cell ,  where am i at ?   yeah, it's cold ,  but i like that .  what am i ,  trapped ?   heart's beating out of my chest ,  door's locked ,  but the keys are in my hands ,  hmm ,  yeah ,  that's weird ,  it doesn't make sense ,  does it ?

[karoliinewashere]

These are definitely your vibes @officiallyransomdrysdale

"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ Abu Dhabi

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: This is it! The last chapter of Following Team Orders. There is an epilogue. Let me know if you want it sooner rather than later. Its been a joy to write this and I'm super sad its over. ~ A.D.R.

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series MasterList - Main Masterlist

Andy Barber has never been a smug man.  He was loyal and humble, working hard to be the best principle leader in F1. Sure, it was hard to leave his son Jacob during the school year but his ex-wife made sure he was taken care of.  He was only proud when his son and his crew did well.  

Except today.  

Today, Andy was a smug little shit as he watched Lloyd Hansen squirm like the little weasel he is. The dirtbag has been a pain in Andy’s ass since he stole his way into his principalship with Mercedes away from Levinson three years ago.  It really was a shame.  Ari was a four-time world champion and knew his way around the tracks. Mercedes may have won with Hansen at the helm, but their integrity was ruined.  

“Mr. Hansen,” the FIA official, Coulson, started, “we have some questions for you concerning video presented to us by Red Bull Racing.”  

Lloyd looked like a trapped cat, eyes darting back and forth from official to Andy to Drysdale.  He was looking for a way out. His heart stopped when security was at each door.  He stood up straight and looked at Andy.  “I’m sure that Mr. Sunshine here has something that is completely false.”  

Andy smiled.  “I thought you might say that.”  He pulled out the tablet and hit play, spinning the screen around so Ransom and Lloyd could see.  

“Well, the car is here,” Ransom said, looking it over. “Any idea on what to do to it?” 

“We need it to fire and run like normal in the beginning.”  Lloyd looked around and found a screwdriver.  He uncovered a panel and pulled a hose. “So, what I’m thinking is to poke a hole in the fuel line and cover it with cheap tape. It’ll fire but as the race goes on, the tape will melt and fuel will leak.  If we are lucky, the entire engine blows.”  

“Could that kill him?” 

Lloyd shrugs and smiles.  “Do you care?” 

“Not really.” Ransom gave him a devious smile. “I was practicing my fake concern.  We should make sure we wipe down the car for prints.”  

“Finally, you’re thinking with your brain instead of your dick.  Good job, little buddy.”  

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re an asshole?” 

“All the time.” 

“That is so interesting,” Coulson said.  “A formal complaint was filed by Red Bull and Ferrari concerning your actions, Mr. Hansen.  We’ve also contacted the owner of Mercedes and he will be meeting with you and us in a few minutes.  Security will escort you there and your passes have been revoked to all garage and paddock areas.  If you could follow Mr. Odinson, please,” gesturing to the blond security guard.  

Lloyd sneered at Andy. “This isn’t over, Barber. The only reason that little bitch is even racing is because she has her daddy’s name, she has Rogers’s cock in her, and she was Drysdale’s whore. You know it and I know it. She wouldn’t be here, unless you are also tapping that ass.” Lloyd smirked and puffed his chest. “You, that pompous prick and slut princess will not take away all my hard work.  I am Mercedes.”  

Andy didn’t blink.  He reared his arm and punched Lloyd in the face.  Crimson billowed from his nose as Lloyd falls to the ground. “Don’t ever talk about my little girl like that ever again,” Andy growled.  “She may not be my blood, but she is mine and you will do well to remember that. She earned her place here and when she becomes a champion, I hope you get to see it from a cell, serving time for attempted murder.” 

The security guard hauled Lloyd up and took him out while he yelled in pain about needing a Vicodin.  Coulson turned back to Ransom, who had gone pale.  “Mr. Drysdale, concerning your actions...” 

“I never touched the car,” Ransom started. “That was all Lloyd.”  

“We can see that Mr. Drysdale, but you also didn’t say anything.  The FIA directors don’t want an uproar with the fans with the last race of the season coming. Therefore, you are still racing but any award monies, perks, etc, will be void at the end of the season.  If you win, your name will be listed as a champion, with an asterisk.  However, the following season, you will be suspended for the year.”  

“That’s not fair! I didn’t do anything!” 

“You tagged three drivers this year that caused some serious injuries. Then this.  You are lucky that is all that is happening to you.  Mr. Wolff is waiting for you to join them.”  

Ransom glared at Andy. “I will beat him tomorrow, and my name will be in the record books again.”  

Andy smirked. “We’ll see about that. Have fun in that meeting.”  He watched as Ransom’s face fell again and walked away with another security guard to the Mercedes area.  Andy let out a breath and turned to Coulson. “Anything else?” 

“No we just need statements from Adler, Storm, Stark and Barnes about their involvement in the set up. I’m glad that you had a spare car to set up and catch them.  Makes me wonder who else they have tampered with to gain an edge.”  

“I’m just happy that Fury is a conniving son of a bitch who thought of it.” Andy chuckled as he shook his head.  “I need to talk to my drivers and oversee the packing to Abu Dhabi.”  

“Not a problem.  Thank you, Mr. Barber, for your cooperation.”  The men shook hands and Coulson left.  

News coming from the Mercedes camp that principal Lloyd Hansen has been fired effective immediately due to a change of direction within the team.  This is coming from left field as we had not heard of any dissent from the team this year.   

Drivers Ransom Drysdale and Lance Tucker are up for contract negotiations at the end of the season and with Hansen leaving, we’ll have to keep an eye out to see if this will impact negotiations or if the team decides to completely change their drivers.  Especially since Drysdale is still in the hunt for his third consecutive championship as we end our season in Abu Dhabi. He and Steve Rogers are just one point apart, so the winner takes it all in our season finale.  

Olivia has been woken up in different ways in her life. With water by her best friend, by being jumped on by her sister, sweetly by her parents.  But her favorite way is the current way, with Steve currently lapping at her entrance. “Stevie,” she moaned.  

“Morning Doll,” she could feel him smirk as he went back to work. He tasted, teased, took her apart with just his tongue. She squirmed and he pinned her down. “I’m just congratulating you again on your pole.”  

“Stevie, please, I need to cum.”  

“Let go beautiful. I love watching you cum.”  He kept going, wanting to feel her channel clench around his tongue.  

“Need. More,” she panted, crying out when Steve buried two fingers into her. He curled them into her spot, and it sent her flying over the edge.  He worked her through it, slowing down gradually to make the orgasm lasts.  When the tension finally released from her thighs, he kissed her skin until he was between her legs.  He kissed her, knowing she could probably taste herself on his lips.  

He grabbed his cock and swiped through her folds, catching her clit and she jolted. He chuckled before sliding in, watching her face contort with pleasure.  He was slow, letting her feel every ridge, every vein of his cock against her walls but thrusting as deep as he could.  She choked at the force but sighed at the mounting pleasure. Steve began to kiss her neck and behind her ear, knowing it was starting to drive her wild.  

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to flip them over, never letting his cock out of her pussy, and begin to bounce on him.  Her hands ran up her torso, stopping at her nipples and tweaking them, making her moan louder.  “Hey,” Steve exclaimed.  He batted her hand away from her chest.  “Those are mine.”  He thumbed them softly before pinching them hard, causing Liv to wail.  He took one hand off and grabbed her hip to keep her moving.  

He felt the familiar heat flash across his belly, signally his end was coming. “Fuck Liv, Doll, tell me you are close,” Steve pleaded with her.  

“Just let go,” she panted as she sped up her hips.  

“Baby, not before you,” he growled.  He got both hands on her hips and pulled her down hard and he thrusted up, making Liv see stars.  She cried out from the sinful pleasure as the coil in her belly coiled even more tightly.  “Just. Let. Go,” he growled, punctuating with a hard thrust up on each word.  Liv was lost, sobbing as her orgasm washing through her, gripping him tightly.  She sagged forward, Steve quick to catch her to slow her fall onto his chest.  Just a couple more snaps and he was done, his cum flooding her, making her warm from the inside.  

The room was silent, bar the pants of breath coming from the couple as they calmed their hearts. Steve looked down his chest to see his favorite brown eyes looking back at him.  “I’d say that’s the best way to start the season finale, don’t you think?” 

Liv giggled as she pressed a kiss to his sweaty chest.  “Couldn’t agree more, love.” He was still in her, leaving her feel satisfied and full until her phone rang.  She groaned at the sound and Steve chuckled, moving carefully to reach for it.  

“It’s Andy.”  

She grumbled at the interruption but didn’t allow Steve to pull out.  She gave him a wicked grin and answered.  “There had better be a good reason for calling so early, Boss.”  

“You’re wake up call is in 30 Olivia, don’t sass me.  And don’t roll your eyes,” as she proceeded to roll them.  

“You are worse than my dad sometimes.” She swiveled her hips slightly, make Steve close his eyes and clench his jaw to keep from moaning.   

“I love you too.  I need you to come down and meet with the officials again for about ten minutes.  They need a statement about Drysdale for his case.”  

Liv sighed.  “Alone?” She bit her lip as Steve grazed her clit with his thumb. 

“I’ll be there but yes.  They need to speak to Rogers alone as well right after you.”  

“Fine, I’ll shower and dress. But I want coffee.”  

Andy chuckled. “Will have it ready.”  He hung up and Liv looked at Steve.  

“We have to give statements about Ransom. Separately.” She sighed. “I guess you have to get out of me now, which by the way, I now hate the feeling of you pulling out.” She sat up on his lap.  

“Trust me, I know the feeling.  I like you keeping me warm.”  He jutted his hips up slightly, hearing her gasp at the fact that he was still half hard in her. “So, let’s shower.”  He sat up and grasped her hips.  She giggled as she wrapped her legs around him and he carried them into the shower.  “No reason to separate just yet.”  

As Steve walked into his own interview with the officials, Liv made her way to the café inside the lobby, looking for a refill on her coffee.  She was in line when a cup was put in front of her.  “Mocha?”  She followed the hand to see Ransom standing next to her, a sad smile on his face.  

“I can get my own,” she replied, turning back to face the line and counter.  

“Please, Livie, I just want to talk,” Ransom pleaded with her.  

Liv rolled her eyes. “Fine, you have two minutes.”  She snatched the cup from his hands and headed to a table in the corner. She sat facing the door to watch for Steve. 

“Have you talked to the FIA?” 

“Yes.”  

Ranson grimaced. “Can I ask about what you said?” 

“The truth. About our relationship and how you asked me to come back.  How I refused.” Liv took a sip to see if Ransom would say anything else. “What is it?  Why can’t you leave me alone?” 

“I just wanted to ask for a chance Liv. I know I messed up.  I know that I ruined what we had but I’ve changed.”  

“You’ve changed?” She scoffed.  “You are exactly the same.  I know you helped your sister get to Steve.  I know that you saw Lloyd try and kill Steve by tampering with his car.  I know that, somehow, you weaseled your way to stay in the race this weekend.”  

“Liv, please.”  

“No! Fuck you,” she seethed. “You broke me when you cheated with those moto-hos. You broke me when I was planning our future and you were flaunting the girls you were with. You are a selfish prick who helped someone try and kill the love of my life.” She was raging but trying to keep her voice low. “I forgive you for the past but not for that.  Please don’t ever speak or approach me again unless it is for work. We are not friends, we will never be lovers again. Good bye Ransom.”  

She pushed out of her seat and dumped the coffee in the trash.  Steve was standing in the entry way, having seen Liv with Ransom. “Everything ok?” 

She ran into his arms and buried her face into his chest. “I told him to fuck off and never speak to me again unless it was for work.” She looked up at him. “As I don’t have a ride for next year, it shouldn’t be a problem.  I’ll be your cheerleader not a driver.”  

Steve smiled softly.  “Ya, you will.”  He kissed her gently. “C’mon beautiful, we got a race to finish.”  

Abu Dhabi was the final race of the season and it was under the night stars. Fitting since it seemed like fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it was calling.  The air was tense as Team Red Bull and Team Mercedes were batting for those final points and declare a champion.  

Liv threw a wrench into the plan by qualifying on pole, Steve and Ransom right behind her.  She knew today, she had to help Steve stay ahead of Ransom so he could earned more points and win his first championship.  As she walked along the garages for the last time as a driver, Liv felt peace.  She had done what she had set out to do.  Win in Formula One.  She didn’t have a ride, that was harsh but she did find love.  A true love that she had studied and read about.  And while their start was unconventional, their ending was just the beginning.  

She walked and waved to the drivers that had become friends.  Charles, Johnny, Chase, Sebastian, Lewis, Max, so many who stood by her during the darkest time of her career.  It wasn’t a forever goodbye, as she planned on traveling with Steve, but it was a farewell to a dream.  

As she approached her garage, a deep timber called out to her.  “Miss Williams?” 

“Yes?” She spun around to see Ari Levinson in front of her.  He was a legend, a four time champion of the sport and the new head of Mercedes after Lloyd was dismissed.  “Mr. Levinson.”  

“Please call me Ari.”  He offered his hand, and she took it.  

“Olivia.”  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been watching you all season Olivia. You are fantastic.  A champion in the making.”  

Liv blushed.  “Wow, that means a lot, coming from you.  My father was a fan of yours.”  

“I was a fan of his.” He smiled.  “I want to offer you something.”  

“Ok,” she said.  “What is it?” 

“A spot. For next year.”  

Liv was stunned.  “I’m sorry Ari but...” 

“Ransom and Lance are being let go of their contracts this year.  We are rebuilding the team and I want you to be our new number one driver.”  

“Me?” She squeaked. 

Ari smiled. “I see a lot of potential and I think it would be a good fit. I’ve spoken to Andy, and he agrees. If he had a spot, it would have been yours already.”  

“I’m honored, really, I just, I don’t know what to say.”  

“Have a good race Olivia. We’ll talk after you have a chance to think.  But, the future of Mercedes is yours. Especially since we are looking at Charles LeClerc as our second driver.”  They shook hands again and Liv started to walk, no, float back to the garage.  

Steve could see the faraway look on his girl’s face. It wasn’t her angry, thinking face, no, he’s seen that plenty of times this past year.  No, this one was closer to the one he sees when she is about to reach her peak.  That thought made him frown.  Who was making his girl this happy?  He took a step towards her until Sam stopped him and told him to get into the car.  Guess that conversation would have to wait.  

Bucky straps in Olivia, checking to make sure she’s ok.  He clips on the radio.  “Bug, can you hear me?” 

“Copy.”  

“Remember to breathe.  If you can block safely, do it.”  

“I got it Bucky.”  

“But if you can win, then do it.” She twisted her head to look at him and he smirked. “It's been an honor to be your crew chief.”  

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied.  The engine was fired up and they were off to start the final race of the season.  

It's smooth for the most part.  Liv keeps everyone behind her until the pits stops when Ransom manages to get ahead of her.  But not in front of Steve.  Liv has a front row seat to the battle of the season as Steve and Ransom duke it out to be called the Formal One Champion.  Liv is close but not close enough to pass.  She sees a flash of a move. “Bucky?” 

“Go Bug.”  

“I think Ransom is getting ready to tag Steve.  He’s drifting on the line.”  

“Copy.”  

Bucky relays the information to Sam. “Steve?” 

“Go Sam.”  

“Watch your six.  It looks like Ransom might try and tag at the end of turn 12.”  

“Shit. Copy.”  

Steve watches his mirrors and can see what Liv saw.  He’s off the racing line, just a fraction but into turn 12, it will hit his wheel and spin him.  He’s three corners away when he sees what he can do.  He accelerates through turn 11 and cuts the corner at 12, making a “mistake” but not really as Ransom hits the curb at an angle, spinning himself in the process.  Liv misses the chaos from behind as Steve is forces to give us his spot as it was an advantage and gives Liv back the lead.  

“What is he doing?” Olivia asked.  

“He’s winning fair Liv,” Bucky replied.  “He wants to claim first place on even strength.  Show him what you got Liv.”  

Head down, pedal to the metal and Liv and Steve are fighting it out for first.  Ransom’s spin put it back on third but if he is not able to catch up, Steve wins, and its all over.  If he can catch him, Ransom can pull head and win.  

Its close, too close and Andy can barely watch.  But on the second to last lap, Liv over corrects and Steve tries to maneuver around.   

Checked flags.  

Steve Rogers has won his first Formula One Championship.  

Pulling into the winner's circle, Steve takes a moment before climbing out. He closes his eyes and reflects.  Everything he went through, every moment of heartbreak and pain, love and happiness, fear and regret was all worth it.  He unclips himself and stands on top of his car, shaking his arms in the air in celebration.  He looks to see Olivia climbing out as well, her mistake costing her the win but the smile on her face would never tell you otherwise.  

Steve jumps down and jogs over to her as she pulls off her helmet.  “Did you do that on purpose?” 

“Hell no,” she replied. “You may have won today but next year, I’ll own you.”  

“Next year?” 

“Ari Levinson is the new principal at Mercedes.  He asked me to be their number one driver.  Can’t think of a better way to spend the year than kicking my boyfriend’s ass.”  

He smiles wide.  “Bring it on Williams.”  

“Congratulations Rogers.” She stood up on her tippy toes and Steve leaned down to kiss her.  

Championship: check 

Got the girl: check 

Happily, Ever After: well, he’ll see when he brings out the ring he bought for her in Paris and ask her to be his wife.

Taglist:

@patzammit @jennmurawski13-writes @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @firephotogrl74. @tinkerbelle67

[uncensored-steve-the-platypus]

Isn’t it always?

it’s thinking about ransom drysdale hours 🤤

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

alright here goes… i have technically written this many times but i wasn’t confident enough to post it, it either stayed in my drafts or i simply erased it. so yeah as silly it may sound, i don’t have a lot of people to talk to irl, i am not very social irl, but sometimes i do want to have someone with whom i can talk, share things and be myself.

so here i am officially posting about finding character nonnies to talk to with. i know everyone is busy and i respect that, still if someone would want to take out their precious time and talk to me and give me time, it would mean so much to me.

i am mostly pretty active here and it’s alright if you take time to reply but if we could at least talk once a day, i would love that. i often can’t reach out to people because of the fear of being clingy so trust me when i say, it was really really difficult for me to post this. i am kinda nervous.

preferably via DMs otherwise asks.

but it’s really really important for you to be 18+ (preferably 20+) minors do not interact please!! please!!

i was already very doubtful about posting this, so if you are a minor please do not interact. it’s a request!

NSFW can be discussed but mainly i want someone to be kind to me, care about me, to ask about my day or how i am, fluffy stuff, and so on.

Nonnies i am looking for should preferably be Chris Evans characters, I have seen all his movies so I know all his characters.

this is because most of his characters radiate comfort and warmth, i really like that

But I would also like to interact with other Marvel characters.

we can discuss everything like what topics we are comfortable with, how you would like to portray the characters, our limits and so on…

a little about me: hi! you can call me Meera, I am a plus size 22 year old girl, my pronouns her (she/her) i am not very social but i like talking to people on this site, i have been lucky to be able to interact with some great people. so if you would want to take out some time and interact with me, it would be great. i am funny sometimes, my humour is one of the things i like about myself. sometimes i feel insecure about the way i look, but i am trying to accept myself more. i can say that i am a good friend, and i try be kind to people and help them out whenever i can. i am caring, i would love to listen to you and i’ll try to take care of you too! i see a lot of shows and like discussing about them. and, as written earlier, i often can’t reach out to people because of the fear of being clingy, i am afraid i would disturb them so i may need a little reassurance that i am not disturbing you. anyway that is like a very basic introduction and send a DM (preferably) or an ask to know more.

if you see this post and want to help me out, kindly give it some signal boost, thank you!

[geminixevans-stan]

Bare Pages - Part 2

Pairing: Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Black Female Reader

Words: 1.9k+

Summary: Some old memories can never just be left alone.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of murder and previous sexual assault, explicit language, smidge of fluff

A/N: andddd we already have a part 2! I won’t lie, I’m so invested in this story and I can’t wait for you all to be too! Like, comment & reblog. Enjoy! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Part 1

Series MasterList

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

No matter how early or on time you were for reading and literature class, the front rows were already packed the minute you got there. Didn’t matter to you much because you were fine being in the middle. You weren’t trying to gain the attention of the Professor and from the looks of things, he didn’t care about the looks he got every time he walked into class.

It was like any other day, him going over a few literary works, the clock going by fairly slow as you leaned in a bit to listen to him talk. The only time you have ever seen him remotely animated was when there was a book in his face.

Even then it wasn’t some phenomenal show that captivated you the way it did the others. You’d have to admit, he wasn’t an ugly guy but to say you wanted to bone him was the last thing you wanted to do. Honestly, you haven’t even had the desire to do anything close to that after…

“It’s okay honey,” whispered John, your second foster father. His hands roaming your bare legs as he inched closer and close up to you, “It’ll feel good I promise…”

It felt like just yesterday when you were taken without permission. The image still haunting you a few days out of the month. You thought about therapy but the last time someone tried to “help” you ended up in a facility with restraints around your wrists and ankles for 48 hours. Talk about being helped right?

Your mind snapped back to the lesson at hand, listening to the constant whispers in front of you. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the same girls make more thirsty comments about a man who clearly stated he would rather eat sand than touch them.

At some point, you would think once he gave them that clear indication that they would stop but, these girls were ruthless. Whoever told them that sleeping their way to the top was easy, should have told them the truth. But what do you know?

Time was winding down and just as the bell was about to ring, you hear your name being called from the front of the class. You look over in the directions as your professor stared back at you.

You straighten yourself up against your seat to answer back, “Yes Professor Drysdale?”

“I need to see you after class. Nothing major just something quick,” He informed you and right after his statement, you could hear the lovely Samantha retort.

“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” she says low enough but of course you heard it clear as day.

You leaned forward over your desk, tapping her on the shoulder, “Don’t worry your little head, It’s just business,” leaning back to gather up your things. She glared at you, something else that she wanted to say lingering on her lips. Before she could open her mouth again, the bell silenced her along with the shuffle of bags and feet tracing down the stays and out the door.

The last of the students were out the door before you moved from your seat, walking down and in front of the Professor’s desk. Up close you could smell the woodsy scent mixed with… raspberry? There was a faint sweetness to it that you couldn’t put your finger on but the man had taste. You watch as he stares intently at the screen, stopping to look at you,

“Have a seat. I wanted to talk to you about your essay. I’ll never sugarcoat anything and I read every word and… I call bullshit.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, hoping you didn’t just hear what you thought you did. Bullshit. He called your personal essay bullshit. As you clutch on the strap of your backpack, you give him a pointed stare, “I’m not sure what you mean Professor Drysdale. The assignment was to write why reading and writing was important to me. That seems like a personal assignment don’t you think?”

Ransom leaned back in his seat, staring up at you, “Yes it is personal. But, this unicorns and rainbows piece that you tried to pass off? That’s not you and I’ve watched you.”

“And how would you know that? Not like I’ve spent even a second in your personal space. You don’t know me to say what’s important to me.”

The nerve of him to try and analyze you while he sat on his well-deserved high horse. He may have been a renowned author, but he didn’t know shit about you.

Ransom knew he didn’t exactly know you but he knew enough to know that there was something deeper in you that turned you into wanting to be a writer. He’s read your works in high school and it was far from what you wrote in your essay. The fact that such a young mind had short works like this stunned him. So yeah, he was going to test you.

He didn’t care how he did it or how mad you got, he was going to get you to be real with yourself for once, “That may be true. I don’t know you that well. But there is something else there and it definitely isn’t what was written here. Do it again. I’ll even give you a week to actually write something worth reading,” his decision was final. But he wasn’t going to get the last word in.

Tilting your head a bit, you keep your eyes locked on him, “I don’t know what else you think you’ll get from me. You wanted something personal and that’s what I gave you. I’ll do it but don’t be surprised when it’s the same thing in a different format. Have a nice day Professor.”

And just like that you turned away and walked out the door. You wouldn’t let him or anyone see you fuming. Because why would anyone care? It was just best you saved all the temper until you got back to the dorms. Bullshit… He actually called your essay bullshit.

You could have said your work was better than any book he put out but you would have had to actually read one to know. Having his comment on your brain would only keep you distracted from your other classes for the day. So you stuffed it down with everything else and made your way on to the next class.

The night was filled with a cheesy show on tv in the background as you completed everything that need to be done for the day. You were still perplexed at how your essay could have been anything but stellar so, you decided to pull it back up again. As you began to read the first paragraph, you felt the buzz from your phone going off and your mother’s face popping up on the screen for a facetime.

You had to admit that you were missing her and your dad and you had been so busy that you didn’t even have time to ring them at all. Pushing the laptop aside, you picked up your phone and pressed the green button to answer. Not only were you met with her face, but you were also met with your dad, both of them beaming at you.

“Hi, mom! Hi dad!”

“Hey, baby girl” “Hi sweetie,” they say simultaneously. Your dad gives you his knowing look and you try so hard not to burst out in laughter.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But you guys should have warned me that college was gonna be a job in itself.”

“Oh, I told you,” your father laughed, “You just thought you were almighty and that you had it in the bag. How’s it been treating you?”

Your mother chimed in right after, “Tell us everything! We miss your face so much around here.”

The conversation goes on as you tell them about the first week and how you already had to speak your mind maybe once or twice in class. Your mother gave a light scolding look but your father, the ever so fierce one was proud to know that even from miles away, you still didn’t take anything.

You almost let the ordeal from earlier slip out but you wanted to handle it in your own way. This time was meant to catch up with the ones you loved and you didn’t want to put a damper on the conversation. Why would you want to bring them into something so trivial? If anything, your professor didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.

Your parents kept you talking for a good 45 minutes before you let them know that you had to finish some more assignments. This was just what they needed.

To see your face and know that you were okay. But to be honest, you were never okay. You just did a good job at masking it. Something that you learned year after year when life dealt you spoiled milk instead of lemons.

With your daily homework and things done, you climb off the couch grabbing your remote to flick to the nighttime news. A habit you picked up when you became to be adopted.

Your dad would always watch the news before going to bed, his excuse being that you never know what people are up to. Which was true and you were definitely a witness to that.

You walk towards the fridge, opening it to take out the leftover pasta that you made last night when you heard the familiar name that you tried to escape from.

Tomorrow marks the 20th anniversary of the Warner Massacre that claimed Phillip, Carrie, Adam, Lily, and baby Aiden. Their murders shocked the entire state of Massachusetts, the culprit to never have been found. To commemorate the untimely passing of such a loving family, our former newswoman turned author, Monica Shepherd goes into detail in her new book “The unfortunate five” about just what happened all those years ago. She was the first on the scene as the bodies of every victim were wheeled out, Monica questioning the police officers and even the sole survivor…

Your blood boiled as every word was said. Looking at the screen, you remember her face. Her pushing a microphone to your face as the large light from the large camera, blinding your eyesight. Her voice was the first one that you could make out the moment you were taken from the house.

The yellow tape covering the front yard that you once played in. It was all coming back to you and you felt the tightness in your chest, as you slid down the wall, taking quick breaths.

This wasn’t some celebration! Your life was ruined and she got to make a book about it. The anger boiled as the tears spilled down your cheeks. You had no one to help. No one to call for help or to tell you it was going to be okay. Of course, you could call your parents but they would just be a reminder of just why they had you in the first place.

With shaky movements, you crawl over to the counter, grabbing the remote and quickly turning the tv off before falling to the floor and curling yourself in a ball.

“Stay here sweet girl. I’ll be back I promise….” Your mom said with shaky breaths, closing the closet door to encase you in the dark. You heard the screaming and the multiple shots, shooting your hands to your ears until you could no longer hear anything.

You waited and waited for her to come back but…

She never came…

[killerfund]

  I ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ Iᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ. Mʏ sᴏᴜʟ﹖ Sᴏ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ. 🔪

[the-iceni-bitch]

What a coincidence, I also think about that a borderline unhealthy amount 🥰

[ransomdrysdale-anon]

The Rules of the Game

Here are my rules for interactions. Please abide by them or you will be blocked.

I am an adult. Therefore, I will not interact with anyone that is not. 18+ only. Please do not try to hide this fact and think you’ll be the exception. If we haven’t discussed and established or your blog does not state your age I will not interact. This is a hard stop and is not negotiable.

Send an ask or a DM to start an interaction. However, please remember there is a real person behind this character and I have a life and obligations outside of roleplaying. No need to send several, I will respond when I can.

Consent is key. Do not assume I’m okay with any storyline. Come into my DMs first so we can talk. Ransom may have storylines in motion. DMs are always open if you’d like to talk about a storyline or interaction you may want to start.

I will not do NSFW interactions on dash. I’ve been burned a couple times and it’s made me leery of it. Slide into my DMs and we’ll talk. I don’t mind flirtatious behavior but will not engage in NSFW unless we’ve talked and both parties are consenting. This is non negotiable.

Hate of any kind will not be tolerated. This includes anyone Ransom has an active storyline with and those who are his mutuals. Please just be kind, it’s the best way to be.

There are a few things I will not RP: Dub-con, non-con, scat, hard degradation, torture. I will add to this list as I see fit.

Every morning at 5am PST is Ransom’s Riddles. You can participate by sending asks with your answers. Correct answers will get a mildly insulting gold star. Riddle answers will be posted at 5pm PST.

If you’re anon, assign yourself an emoji!Emojis taken: ☕️, 🖤,🌼

OOC NOTE:

Ransom is a spoiled, privileged asshole. He doesn’t do small talk and he’s rarely nice to anyone unless you have something to offer him. So any interactions with him will likely result in you being insulted. I in no way mean to hurt feelings or offend anyone, but this is an rp blog and I am going to stick to character. I do greatly enjoy the interactions! Please feel free to reach out anytime and enjoy! Thank you for being here!

[jack-benjamin-nonnie]

It was mid day by the time Jack left the house and made his way to Pandemonium. It’d been a long time since he’d last been there and his missed the business he had started because of Clay. The club was his baby and source of income for Jack. It was because of Pandemonium he didn’t have to live on his Royal families money. Which is why he needed to go and see for himself just what his first husband was doing to his head and butter.

According to Ransom, the club was turning a profit. Jack knew that. It had been making money since they opened, and once he added his own wine label sold exclusively through the club and his website, well... Jack was a made man despite being a Prince. He’d come to America and is now living the American dream courtesy of his club.

Jack parked his car and went inside his club. He made his way to the bar and saw Ransom behind the counter, counting bottles with a pen in his mouth.

“It’s good to know there’s something in your mouth that can silence you.” Jack jokes as he comes to stand near his ex.

@absolutelyransomdrysdale

[trashywritestrash]

I am looking for a character anon

This is my official request/listing/begging for a character anon to message me.

I’m incredibly lonely like 24/7 and I love talking to people so I really want someone to message and rp with. Even ooc I love getting messages, it makes my heart happy.

I would love to rp with any Marvel characters such as Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, or Pietro or Wanda Maximoff Or! Chris Evan’s characters like Frank Adler or Ransom Drysdale.

A bit about me: I’m Nel! I do have experience roleplaying, but I don’t have a bunch of experience roleplaying NSFW stuff (but I totally will). I’m sweet but I’m super anxious, so I will probably ask you a bunch of questions ooc about what you’re okay with so please be patient with me 🥺

Please please please reblog to help me find someone!! If you rp any of those characters and are looking for someone to send anons to, please shoot me an ask or a dm.

ps if ur down with being a lowkey kinda garegiver i’d be so grateful

[karoliinewashere]

Yes, maybe... But I'm only good with knives in the kitchen, I need an expert on the subject. What do you think about giving me a couple of tips? Hey! Good to hear from you, last night was fun, my acquaintance.

This has been such a hard week....