#ransom thrombey fluff

[justalonelyslytherin]

Sicknesses - Ransom Drysdale

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female Reader

Summary: Ransom ends up sick and she has to take care of him. Not used to such affections Ransom isn't an easy patient, nor a willing one.

Warnings: fluff, sick Ransom, Ransom has a cold, somewhat soft!Ransom, brief mention of his shitty family

Wordcount: 2.1k

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She knew something was up the moment she saw the Beemer parked in front of the house. It had not moved an inch since the previous day. That was the first indication that something was off. 

While Ransom sometimes chose to work from home - the huge office on the upper floor of the house was certainly deemed worthy for that - most of the time he did make the trip to his grandfather’s publishing house. Blood like Wine had an exquisite and even more luxurious headquarters in which Ransom had his own office. One made of plush, luxurious furniture, only second to Harlan’s even grander office. Albeit most of the time, he ended up at his grandfather’s mansion. The two of them would lock themselves into Harlan’s study and work on manuscripts or discuss the newest book the head of the Thrombey/Drysdale dynasty was working on.

It had become a routine for them, for her, to come home to the house, the beemer missing from its usual spot and the house empty and quiet. Ransom would come home to her having whipped up a meal for both. She found he was more relaxed when he worked outside. Especially since Walt loved to get on his nerves. His uncle hadn’t accepted that Ransom now had a bigger role in the company and a higher ranking in the office hierarchy than him and that after working there much shorter. Thus the old, bitter man had made it his goal to make Ransom’s work life a living nuisance. The drive home always worked as a time for Ransom to cool down and leave the angers of work behind.

The second indication something was off was the house. It was silent when she entered it. Nothing so unusual, the house was big and one could be encompassed by silence even if the other person was busy or loud in another part of the spacious living quarters. Still there was an air to the place that told her something was off. There was a reason Ransom had had a help and cleaning lady employed before they had moved together. He had the bad habit of letting things just lay around, never putting them away or cleaning after himself. It was too clean and too untouched. As if he hadn’t been here at all the entire day.

Putting her things down she looked around. The throw blanket and pillows were still neatly draped over the couches in the living room, there were no empty pots and no used cup indicating he had been to the kitchen to make himself a coffee either. The machine wasn’t even turned on and all her cookbooks were still in place. Ransom always liked to shove them to the side to make space when he got himself a coffee.

“Ran?” She knew her chances of him hearing her were slim. She tried it anyway. If he were to be in their bedroom he’d have heard her for sure. Climbing up the stairs she was greeted by even more silence. Even in front of his office, she didn’t hear a thing. That was the third indication something was off. Normally she’d hear him on the phone with someone or simply grumbling to himself. 

Knocking at the door brought her no response. Furrowing her brows she cracked the door open and poked her head into the room. Ransom wasn’t behind his desk in his usual spot but there were some manuscripts and other papers spread over the oak desk together with his open laptop.

“Ransom?” She asked again, this time stepping into his work-den. Something to her right caught her attention. There he was. Sprawled out on the couch, shoes still on. He was on his side with one arm thrown over his eyes and knees bent to fit onto the two-seater. In front of him on the small coffee table lay another manuscript.

“Ransom?” She asked again but he gave no response. She made her way over to him, kneeling in front of the couch. His chest raised and sank in an even rhythm. He looked almost peaceful if it wasn’t for the way his breath rattled and how heavy it was. It seemed like he had difficulty breathing properly. 

She placed her hand on his shoulder, letting her fingers trail over his sweater-clad arm until she reached his wrist. Carefully pulling his arm off his face, she looked at him. His face was scrunched up, a deep frown etched onto his sleeping features. There was a film of perspiration across his forehead and as she combed the unruly strands of his hair back, she felt how dewy with sweat they too were.

“Ransom,” she said again, this time shaking his shoulder. A groan slipped from his lips as he slowly came too. When his eyes opened they were glassy and unfocused.

“Hey baby,” she mumbled quietly, her thumb brushing over his cheek. He simply looked at her, rather blankly and blinked slowly. Once again she furrowed her brows, this time in concern. Ransom wasn’t one for physical attention, at least if it wasn’t coming from him. He had his moments in which he still pushed her away, too overwhelmed with the softness and the loving attitude he received. 

“You fell asleep, are you not feeling alright?” She asked him quietly, trying to get him to engage with her. Finally, he brushed her hand off and sat up, looking around the office and frowning.

“I’m fine,” he told her gruffly. She noticed how congested he sounded, his voice a rather irritated rasp. When he tried to get up and wobbled for a moment she knew he was anything but fine.

“Whoa, take it easy grumpy.” Her hands had shot out towards his waist, softly resting there to help him keep his balance. He shot her a glare but she kept eyeing him and caressing his side with her thumb. “Why were you even on the couch?” Her question made him scoff.

“Walt kept blowing up my phone and he was giving me a headache. I wanted a moment to sort my thoughts before continuing on the manuscript.”

“And you fell asleep?” The question earned her a second glare. His glares had stopped bothering her a long time ago. She could tell by now what were actual signs of irritation and agitation from him and what was simply his stony mask. He wasn’t actually mad at her and behind his glare was no power.

“Let’s call it an early day, hm?” He didn’t look pleased with her suggestion but he also didn’t complain, nor did he stop her from going over to his desk and shutting his laptop off.

“You know you can tell me when you aren’t feeling good,” she told him, eyeing him from behind his desk as she sorted the papers and put them in the desk drawer.

“I’m feeling alright.” Once again he was adamant but the truth was clear to her. When she looked over at him again she noticed him shiver.

“Ransom,” her stern voice made him look up. He seemed surprised. She was always so soft-spoken and calm, never serious or even scolding with him.

“Maybe I still have a headache,” he told her and at that moment he reminded her of a pouting five-year-old that had been caught stealing cookies. Walking back over, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Instantly he relaxed and put his hands on her waist.

“How about you go take a shower. I’ll get you something for your headache and then we’ll lay down together?” It surprised her how easily he agreed. It must have been the mixture of her stern voice from before and him not feeling good.

While he showered she went on to raid their small medicine cabinet. She was glad she had talked him into getting one and stocking it up. Ransom had complained about it the entire way but she had insisted, stating that it was worth it alone for the pain medication she used when it was her time of the month.

Now even more so as she could simply grab the bottle of cold medicine - rather than having to run to a store - and go get him a glass of water. Both items she placed on his nightstand in their bedroom before she went into the adjacent walk-in closet. With a pair of comfy,  silky pajama bottoms and another sweater, she made her way into the bathroom. The shower was still going.

“Ran?”, she asked and heard a small hum coming from him. He sounded less congested, she noticed. The warm water must have cleared his sinuses. “I got you some pajamas to change into when you’re done.”

There was no second hum from him. She knew he had heard her, even if he didn’t she had placed the clothes in a way he couldn’t overlook them. Already on her way to turn around and leave him alone, she stopped when the water cut out and the door of the shower opened. He looked at her with half-lidded eyes, nearly stumbling out of the shower.

“Oof, Ransom!” She was quick to move, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his hips while she simultaneously kept him from slipping and falling. Having to call the ambulance because he split his head open wasn’t what they needed.

“You really aren’t feeling good, huh?” She mumbled, earning another small glare from him that she promptly ignored. “Come on, sit down, you stubborn fool.” Getting him to sit down on the ledge of the bathtub took some coaxing but in the end, he sat there, with his back leaned against the wall.

“I’ll be back in a second,” she had barely completed the sentence before she was already out of the room, grabbing both the medicine and the glass of water. Armed with both she marched back.

“Here, take this.” She held out both a pill and the glass of water, waiting for him to take it. Of course, he didn’t.

“I don’t want it,” he complained, his mouth turned down in an unpleasant frown. Once again he reminded her of a little boy.

“Come on.” Stubbornly he shook his head and cursed at how dizzy it made him feel before he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Ran,” she tried to coax, “Come on, you’ll feel better if you take it.” She knew he was stubborn, he always had been, but a sick Ransom was an entirely new measurement on the stubbornness-skala.

“Take it or I’ll shove it down your throat.” Ransom let out a surprised laugh, that quickly transitioned into a cough that made her wince. He cocked a brow, looking her up and down once his fit had subsided. 

“You’d never be able to.”

“Oh yeah? I’ve got my ways, Ran. You are weak enough right now and if not I’ll have to go to other lengths.” There was a small grin forming on his face together with a challenging look. One she took as a direct invite. Stepping closer to him she looked down at him from over the bridge of her nose, her eyes wandering down towards the towel hiding his lap away. Coming close enough to step in between his legs, she nudged one of her knees forward. That was all it took for him to realize what the other lengths were she was prepared to use.

“You are evil, woman,” he groaned, finally giving up. Even if the thought of intimacy was inviting, he had no energy for it.

“Fine?” She asked him once more and this time he nodded, still scowling. With a triumphant smile, she pushed the pill against his lips, watching him take it into his mouth before she handed him the glass and here too watched him drink it up. Putting the glass aside she put her arms around his neck, softly pushing the wet strands of hair from his forehead.

“Good boy.” The praise was quiet, just whispered against his lips before she gave him a peck. She knew he liked to get praised by her, “Let’s get you dressed, and then we can go lay down.”

With her help, Ransom slipped the pajamas on and trotted behind her into the bedroom. They both got under the covers, her opening her arms up for him. Ransom came without complaints, sinking into the embrace and resting his head on her chest. He was still slightly feverish, the medicine would make him even more sleepy and tired in a short while. She simply wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand stroking through his hair.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

His Birthday - Ransom Drysdale AU.

Character: husband!Ransom Drysdale x wife! Character, OC! Daughter, OC! son

Theme: SIice of life, Fluff. 

Words: 1,015

A/N: Hi, hi, so I’m feeling somewhat sentimental these days about birthdays, and it inspired me to write a new story for my favorite character, Ransom Drysdale. 

I hope you like it. 

Check out Masterlist if you want to read more fluff stories from the Drysdale family.

For Ransom, it’s nothing special. 

He never had pleasant memories of celebrating his birthday with his parents. 

To be honest, he hates it. 

When he was in elementary school, his parents were always busy. 

If Linda and Richard have time to celebrate Ransom's birthday, all they do is argue in front of their son. 

When Ransom's grandparents and great-grandmother threw a party for him, he didn’t like it because he was jealous of hearing stories from his classmates when they spent time with their parents.  

Ransom never wants to spend his birthday at Harlan's place again because he hates the pity looks from his 2 uncles and their wives. Especially Jonni, she gave him a stone crystal as his gift to get rid of bad energy. 

He threw away the damn stone to Jonni and said, "Eat shit."

When he became older, he never told anyone about his birthday. His group of friends only knew Ransom wanted to spend all his money at the club. 

He never receives genuine kindness from the people he was hoping for.

He thought, what's the point of celebrating his birthday when nobody gives a shit about him? 

But he changed his opinion about birthdays after he met you. 

Before you admitted feeling for each other, Ransom received a simple cake from you. It was good enough for him. 

After becoming a couple, Ransom starts to open up and be more honest. When you hear his story about being alone on his birthday, you can’t help but shed a tear. 

You hugged him and said, “Don’t worry, Ransom, you won't feel alone anymore.”

You fulfill your promise. 

On his birthday he received a lot of cakes from your mother and her sisters. They are pretty proud of their baking skills. 

He receives so much love from your family. He thought it was enough. 

Thinking back on how he spent his birthday alone compared to now, he learned that good thing will always happen at the right time and with the right person. 

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But when he became a father. He was overwhelmed by the warmth he got from his kids because Naomi and Felix were more excited about their father's birthday. 

Like today, they are already awake and wake their father when Ransom hasn't fully woken up in the morning.

Ransom felt heavy on his chest. When he woke up, he saw 2 little shadows. 

“Daddy, good morning.”

“Uff. Good morning.” Ransom answered with a heavy breath because his kids rested on his chest. 

“Happy Bwithday, daddy!!!” Both kids attack him with hugs. 

“Thank you.” Ransom held them in his arms tightly. For him, his kids are the greatest gift that he ever got. But then, he saw Naomi holding his toothbrush and Felix wearing his towel. 

"Err, what are you doing?"

"We will help daddy get ready!!!" Naomi excitedly answered while Felix kept nodding his head with whatever his sister said. 

“Daddy, let's go. Mommy make bweakfast and Gwandma send cake fow you.”

Ransom couldn't say no to their cute demand. Naomi and Felix were always excited about his birthday because many gifts and cakes came to their home. 

After both kids were Ransom's face, three went downstairs and saw you arranging breakfast in the dining room.

“Happy Birthday, old man.”

"Thank you my old lady." He always received your warm hug every day, but today he made a wish that he could grow old with you and watch his kids grow up. 

“Mommy.”

“Yes?”

“When evewyone will come?” 

Today, there will be a small-scale Ransom's birthday party in their house. 

“Before lunch everyone would be here.”

“I have the perfect dwess, and I will pick Felix outfit.” Naomi jumped to her feet, so excited that she couldn’t wait to wear the new dress and meet everyone. 

Her excitement is different from her father's. Because Ransom sometimes felt embarrassed because of her and Felix.

Like this, when Linda and Richard arrive, Naomi asks them to greet Ransom with a hug.

“Gwandpa, Gwandma hug daddy and said happy bwithday.”

“Do we have to?” Linda, Richard, and Ransom became tense because, to be honest, their family doesn’t have that affection for each other. 

“Yes.” Naomi and Felix nodded. 

Even though they are not close, they still have the same common. They couldn’t say no to the kids. In the end, Linda and Richard give Ransom an awkward hug. 

When both hugged Ransom, they felt guilty for not being there for his special day. They remembered his disappointed look when they got home. "Happy Birthday, son. We’re sorry for the time that we missed."

"Thanks, father, mother." Ransom was stunned for a moment. He couldn’t believe that his parents' ego was higher than the sky; they would apologize to him. It was a short apology, but it was enough for him. 

“Then kiss.”  Naomi gives an example of her parents, like hugging and kissing Felix's right cheek.

Richard bent down and stroked his grandchildren's hair. “I think a hug is enough, dear.”

When Harlan arrived, Naomi also told her great-grandfather to do the same. Ransom was embarrassed, while Harlan laughed and said, “Only your kids could make you this nervous.”

It was a warm party; Ransom received nonstop birthday wishes from everyone. 

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At night after the party ends. 

Five of you rest in the living room, exhausted after cleaning the house. 

Rio (the family dog) fell asleep after he destroyed all the birthday decorations. 

Naomi finally fell asleep in your arms after being active after the amount of sugar she ate today. 

While Felix fell asleep in his arms. 

Felix awoke because his father stroked his hair gently. Suddenly he asked, “Daddy… Happy?”

Ransom went silent with that simple question.

Ransom remembered that there was once he didn't want to feel lonely anymore on his next birthday. But it never happened. 

Perhaps God finally granted his wish after he stopped being a jerk and asshole.

Now, he felt grateful for being born. He is filled with bliss and happiness. 

Ransom answered with a smile at Felix and said, "Yes. Daddy is very happy."

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[georgiapeach30513]

This Beautiful Family

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Summary:  Harlan loves his family

Pairings:  Ransom X Harlan

Rating:  🥺🥺🥺🥺

Warnings:  mentions of jumping on the bed, soft!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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Harlan leans over to give Story a kiss to her head, pulling the book out of the sleeping child’s hand when he looks over at his grandson.  Ransom gives a soft kiss to your sleeping self, baby Lucy face down on his chest with her butt in the air.  Iris leans her body on the other side of Ransom.  With Blade sprawled across yours and Ransom’s lap, and even in your sleep your fingers comb through Aster’s hair.  

Harlan had many doubts that he would ever see Ransom like this.  The boy, now a man, had seen his fair share of ups and downs, especially with you.  The two of you had fought not to be together, and now you were proving that you were meant to be.  It was serene at the estate.  The annual house Christmas decorating day had ended with Harlan’s reading of A Christmas Carol, and Story’s sleepy children’s version of The Nutcracker.  And now the old man looks at the other as if Ransom was his own son.  

His children that he desperately fought for sprawled around on the two of you, except the tiny nine-year-old in Harlan’s lap.  Ransom’s deep blue eyes dart around to each family member as he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “They’re uncomfortable,” he mumbles, leaning over to rest his head on you.

He couldn’t move with Blade’s legs on his lap, and you and Iris on his shoulders, and his fifth on his chest.  “Would you trade it?” Harlan’s deep voice whispers over to Ransom, and he shakes his head no.

“Not for all the money in the world,” Lucy’s mouth opens in a wide yawn, and she snuggles in tighter to Ransom.  A hand going up to his beardless face that she wasn’t all too fond of.  Those chubby little hands rubbing on his cheek.

“I don’t think I tell you enough, but I’m proud of you, son.”

“I didn’t do this,” he twists his head to give you a quick peck.  “I couldn’t have done any of it.”

“You found a woman worth fighting for.  Became a better man to prove to her you were worthy.  Stepped up when your daughters needed you.  Risked everything to save their lives, and you think you didn’t do anything?”

Iris throws an arm over her dad and Lucy, her face squished up against him.  “Accidentally got her pregnant before your wedding.  Probably because you two can’t keep your hands off of each other.  Was there for her after our angel, Anders.  Was her rock after this tiny thing came into the world,” Harlan looks down at his sleeping tiny baby, petting his wrinkled hand over her angelic face.  He was worried sick that Story wouldn’t make it, and now in ways she was the most dramatic of all.

“Begged for how many years for that baby that sleeps on you.  And she’s every bit of your spawn.  Has your attitude completely.  I think you’ve done a lot.  And I’m proud of you.  Should have asked you to move in years ago.  Blade should have been brought home here.  Your spitting image, but he’s sweet and caring like his mama.”

“I’m sweet and caring,” Ransom looks up at Harlan, giving his grandfather a quick pout.

“Yes, son, you are.  And that sweet Iris, she may not look like you, but she’s every bit your sweet baby.  She’s always had a tender bond with you.  Now that one,” he chuckles looking at Aster.  “Carved right out of your ass.  Your eyes, your cocky attitude, your smart mouth, hardworking, loving, defensive towards her family, dedicated; she’s going to be amazing when she gets older.  Carry on your legacy with the company, I have no doubt.  Just don’t let her make movies out of my books.  Maybe there will be one that will write mystery novels akin to mine, and you can make those into movies.”

“Story’s going to write,” Ransom kicks his legs up onto the ottoman, getting a scowled face from Lucy.  “She already does.”

“Story won’t be writing mystery novels.  They’ll be dragons, and princesses, and Sir Lancelot,” looking up at his grandfather, he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.  “You wait and see.  She wishes on a star every night.  Be prepared.”

“What of my shy son?” Ransom reaches out a hand, and pushes back the hair in Blade’s eyes.  He knew why you babied your son so much, he looked just like him, and he had the sweetest soul.  Blade was a good kid, one of his best behaved children.  And like Iris he had his insecurities.

“Your intelligent son.  He’ll grow out of that shyness.  Not too much, because I quite like it.  It’s sweet.  He’s going to make you so proud.  Just like how you make me proud.  He’s going to carve his own way, and I hope he’s not the womanizer that you were.  But if he is, when he finds that special someone, I hope he doesn’t fight it like you did.  How long after you and Kitten were, you know, when you knew?”

“Sooner than you think,” he chuckles.  He admitted long after the two of you got together that it happened sooner than he originally wanted.  You were different.  And he knew it.

“It was this pull to you, wasn’t it?” Ransom rolls his eyes to meet Harlan’s.  “Like no matter how hard you tried to stay away you couldn’t.  Didn’t even want to call up your regular girls.  You waited for her to call, and would throw any obligation aside to be with her.  You played your games with her, but there was a moment, during the jumping on the bed, that you knew it meant more.  Stared at her longer, because you didn’t want to forget any moment.  Hoped she would fall asleep next to you, so you could enjoy her company, her scent, her breath, her air, her taste even longer.”

“How did you know that?”

“That’s how I felt about your grandmother.  We’re not so different, Ransom.  Had you not been born to your terrible father, I would say you were my clone.  How long did it take?”

“After the first time I met her, I wanted to know more, didn’t know why.  Ransom Drysdale could have any woman.  And then I saw her at the bar…I couldn’t get her out of my head.  There was something enticing about her being taken, I could have her without the commitment.”

“How long?” Harlan repeats.

“After a month.  A handful of meetings, I didn’t want to let her go.  I couldn’t let her go.”

“And I’m still right here, baby,” Ransom should have known that the sound of his voice wasn’t going to keep you asleep for long.  He didn’t care.  While it was the first time saying that out loud, he meant every word.  “And look at our babies,” you grunt as you sit up.  “They’re uncomfortable.”

“Would you trade it?” Harlan asks with a smile.

“Not for all the money in the world,” you say, leaning over to kiss Ransom’s lips.

“And one day,” Harlan begins as he looks around at his family.  “One day, you’re going to be sitting in this chair, or on the couch together.  Your grown children arguing about something that happened when they were kids, and you're going to have a house full of grandchildren.  Some cuddling with you, some chasing each other around, some I’m sure will laugh as their parents playfully fight, some will be playing Go, you better keep that alive.  But I hope that they fill this dusty old estate up with all these pretty babies.  These kids, they’re the reason I’ve stayed alive for so long.  They keep me young, and I want to see all that they accomplish.”

“A lawyer,” Ransom says, looking at Iris.  While he hated Andy, he knew how much she desired to do law, and that she would follow in her father and Andy’s footsteps.  She could softly debate any topic.  “And a good mama.  I’m gonna be stuck with Tweedle Dee forever, aren’t I?”

“A CEO,” you give a kiss on Aster’s brunette hair.  “She’s going to change Blood Like Wine.”

“And she’s going to make me so proud,” Harlan laughs, “Gonna keep Walt on his toes when she tells him who is in charge.  Aster Drysdale doesn’t take no for an answer.  She’s going to modernize that company, and expand on it.”

“My Bladey is going to do everything,” you cup his cheek, wishing you could slow time down.  “He’s going to be into computers, games, he’ll follow his Uncle JJ somehow.  He’s so smart, I’m sure he could hack into the FBI’s system.”

“Our Story book,” Story’s head flops back, and her mouth opens slightly, “She’s got so many stories to tell, and she’ll tell him.  She’ll become a queen of her own castle. Be the Queen of Boston when her knight in shining armor climbs up the trellis, and rescues her.  He’ll climb up there one last time, and they’ll never part.”

“If you tell me that I’m going to be stuck with Tweedle Dum, too,” you giggle, drawing out his name as you look at him.  “I’m serious.  She’s another one that doesn’t take no as an answer.”

“And Luciana Violet may be much too small to determine, but that child, she’s going to pave her own way.  She dances to a completely different tune, remember that when you feel she’s so much different than the rest.  She may be all Drysdale, but she’s going to do her own thing.  She’s going to be just like her father.”

“No!”

“Ransom, she’s your daughter.  She’s just like you were.”

“I don’t want her to be like me.  She’s too sweet.  Can we make her be like her mother?” Both you and Harlan shake your heads no.  “Oh, I don’t like this game.  You’re basically saying that I’ve got the boneheads in my life forever, I’m having lots of grandkids, Aster is staying single…”

“No,” Harlan shakes his head no, and Ransom throws his head back.  “Aster is going to try and follow what she thinks everyone wants her to do.  But when she least expects it, a shooting star is going to make her want to make a wish for the first time.  The moon will change the tide, and she’s going to find just the person she was meant to be with in this whole galaxy.”

“Why are you talking like that?  Kitten, why is he talking like that?”

“I feel it in these old bones.  Bladey is going to be like you,” you gasp, holding Blade closer.

“You don’t want him to be like me?”

“Ran, you were a whore.  My baby will never be a whore.”

“We’ll see, woman.  We’ll see.”

“And you’re never allowed to tell me I told you so.  Blade is always going to be my sweet boy.”

“Until he finds a sweet girl he wants to corrupt.”

“Okay.  This conversation is over.  Harlan as always these conversations are riveting.  But I am going to get my babies in bed, and I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Kitten?” You look over towards Harlan, and he gives you a smile.  Lifting his aged hand up, he wipes away the tears, “I’m proud of you, too.  Thank you for giving me this beautiful family.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale x reader #random drysdale x fem!reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #dilf!ransom drysdale #domestic fluff #chris evans #knives out #harlan thrombey

[eva-knits12]

Meeting Harlan

Trigger warning: twin babies, Ransom Drysdale, multiple sclerosis, chronic illness, fluff

Summary: Harlan meets his great-grandchildren

The diaper bag was all packed with plenty of wipes, plenty of diapers, plenty of books, plenty of toys, and plenty of bottles with your pumped milk. You were sitting in the passenger's seat of the Lexus, peacefully napping. Harlan and Katherine were in their infant seats, peacefully sleeping. To say you were tired lately was an understatement. You were exhausted, and so was Ransom. Taking care of the twins was a 24/7 job, with thankless hours, thankless pay, and the days and nights were long. The twins slept for most of the time, but it seemed that every few hours, they needed a feeding, a change, or they just wanted to be held. You and Ransom couldn't be any happier, though.

Ransom was driving, and you were on your way to see Harlan. He wanted to meet his great grandchildren, and since it was a nice day that wasn't too hot or too cold, it was a nice day. It was Tuesday, and it was getting closer to the spring.

"Marta, go make sure that the door is unlocked," said Harlan.

"Of course, Harlan," said Marta.

Marta unlocked the front door, and went into the kitchen to pull out the crudites, and she got out the charcuterie board. She got out some glasses, and made sure to have bottles of water in the fridge. She started the coffee, and checked the fridge to make sure that the cold cuts and the cheese was okay. She wasn't ready to set them out yet, so she set the bread out, and set out some plates.

Eventually, you and Ransom arrive at Harlan's house. He knocks, and Harlan opens the door.

Ransom brings in the Harlan and Katherine, and then he unloads you from the car, and puts you in your wheelchair. You get some exercise with the walker and the cane by getting up and walking around every once in a while. This is just easier.

"Oh, look at the twins. They are adorable!" says Harlan.

Harlan and Katherine are in their nice, warm sleepers, and are still peacefully sleeping in their infant seats. Ransom wheels you into the house, and takes you to the living room.

You, Harlan, and Marta talk while Ransom brings in the twins. Ransom also has the diaper bag on his shoulder. Ransom takes off his camel coat to reveal that he is wearing his aran sweater, along with his pinstripe pants with his favorite loafers. You were wearing jeans and Ransom's old Harvard sweatshirt that he just can't get rid of. It's the only things you could find that haven't been spit up on. It seems that every other day, you and Ransom are doing laundry, and it feels like you just can't have enough clean clothes. Of course, the dogs did try to jump on Ransom, like they always do. Ransom has made it clear that he doesn't like dogs. He was also iffy about bringing the twins in, not knowing if they are allergic to pet dander. Marta and the maid Lois made it a point to make sure that every surface was vacuumed and that every surface was clean.

"Harlan, this is amazing, thank you." you say.

"Anything for the mother of my great grandchildren", says Harlan.

Ransom was apprehensive, to say the least. The last time he had you over, the rest of the family pulled their usual stunts. After that, Harlan refused to have them over, but you and Ransom often came over every Sunday to make a day out of it. This is the first day in a while that you have been over to Harlan's. Ransom felt it wouldn't be good idea to drive out to rural MA to Harlan's house with a pregnant wife who also had multiple sclerosis. So, Marta often drove over to you and Ransom's house.

"Are those the twins? They're so cute!" says Marta, who is looking at the twins in their infant seats.

After a while, Ransom brings the twins in, and gives them both to Harlan. Harlan holds the twins in both of his arms, and you take a picture. It's a nice moment between Harlan and the twins.

The one in the green sleeper is Harlan and the one in the pink sleeper with a matching headband is Katherine. Clever daddy. After a while, the twins cry, and Ransom goes to the diaper bag, fetches two bottles and Ransom and Harlan bottle feed the twins. You've fallen asleep again.

After a while, you wake up.

"What happened, Marta? Where are the twins?" you ask, with worry in your voice.

"The twins are fine. Ransom and Harlan are bottle feeding them right now," says Marta.

"Why didn't you wake me?" you ask.

"Look, you're a new mother. You're still tired, and still adjusting to their schedule," says Marta.

"That's true," you say.

Marta brings out the charcuterie board, and you help yourself to some fruit, crackers, and some cheese. Eventually, Marta brings out the bread, the cold cuts, mustard, and mayo. She also lays out some chips, and gets some bottles of water.

"Ransom, Harlan, I've laid out the cold cuts for lunch," says Marta.

"Thanks, Marta," says Ransom.

Ransom prepares you a sandwich, and then prepares himself a sandwich. He grabs a bottle of water for you, then a bottle of water for himself. Harlan prepares his sandwich, and grabs his water.

You, Harlan, Ransom, and Marta all talk while having your lunch. Today, you're lucky that you remembered to shower and brush your teeth.

Ransom and you check on the twins, who are in need of a change. You and Ransom take the twins to another area of the house, and change their diapers.

"Oh, look at them, Ransom. I never thought our two tiny babies would bring everyone so much love," you say.

Ransom kisses you lovingly, and he agrees.

"Harlan adores them. I never thought that I'd be a dad. I never thought I'd fall in love with someone enough to want to marry her. You changed that. You're so perfect to me, multiple sclerosis and all. I love you so much," says Ransom.

"I love you, too Ransom," you say, with tears in your eyes. Ransom meant every word of it, and you meant every word of it, too.

Eventually, it's time to leave. Ransom loads you in the car first, and loads your wheelchair in, and he loads the twins in. He drives you all home, with you and the twins peacefully napping in the car.

Ransom arrives home, and gets the twins inside. Harlan and Katherine are now in their cribs, sleeping peacefully. Ransom carries you back into the house bridal style, and places you in bed, and pulls the covers over you. Ransom falls asleep next to you. Eventually, Harlan and Katherine interrupt the peacefulness and the coziness with their hungry cries. Ransom gets two bottles of your pumped milk. Then, you both burp the twins. An hour later, they'll need a change. Just like clockwork, the twins cry again, indicating that they need a change.

Ransom decides to order Chinese for dinner, because that will make it easier for the both of you. Ransom goes to pick up the order, and he brings it back. He ordered the almond boneless chicken with the sweet and sour chicken with egg rolls.

"Ransom, thank you so much. I love you, my sweet boy. You do so much for us, you're one amazing husband," you say. Ransom's lips crash onto yours again.

You and Ransom enjoy your dinner, and you check on Harlan and Katherine, who are now sleeping in their cribs. The love that was in the Drysdale household was the best thing ever. Harlan and Katherine were the most amazing babies that you both knew. Ransom was the best husband that you ever knew.

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Ransom Drysdale | recs

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friends for lovers with a dark touch, a good option and very good and light writing Classification - ⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Summary︱Andy's twin, Ransom, came into town for the holidays but hasn't left. The two of you have gotten particularly close. After Andy made you mad Ransom recommends a certain type of training to blow some steam off.

Pairings︱Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader

W.C︱3.4k

Warnings︱It's Ransom, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, daddy kink, cheating, oral (m!), handjob,

Author's note︱This is part 2 to Oh Brother but you can read it without having to read Oh Brother. I hope you guys enjoy! Also thank you for the 3k :D Because it is valentine's day it is longer and pure fluff towards the end! Follow my side blog @mavsstars-garden!

Ransom always got what he wanted. New car? Got it. New watch? Got it. New one night stand? Got it. No matter the price, cash or morals, he always got what he wanted. There was only one thing Ransom truly wanted and was willing to work for. 

You. Except Andy took you away from him. 

Ransom had no morals. To him there was no wrong. It simply didn’t exist. He could easily take candy away from a baby and even be proud of it. He could stroll past a shelter of little puppies begging for a new home and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. The man was capable of cheating, lying, manipulation and so much more. Ransom had become such an amazing liar that you often can’t tell when he’s telling the truth and when he isn’t. 

When he informed you about Andy’s infidelity, you half bought it, half didn’t. You wondered if he was telling the truth. After all they were twins and considering how close they are it would make sense they tell each other everything. Though Ransom didn’t directly say Andy told him. Unfortunately it still didn’t change the fact that he said it. 

6 years ago

Ransom despised picking his cousin, Jacob Thrombey. It was nothing but a waste of his time. Jacob was the living reason he never ever wanted kids. 

“Little shithead,” Ransom cursed as he looked down at his watch. Jacob should’ve been out already. Having waited long enough, Ransom stepped out of the car and shut the car door and walked towards the front doors. 

Then you came out with Jacob in front of you. Ransom stopped in his tracks as he heard your voice. Jacob was on his phone, doing god knows what on it and completely ignoring you.

“Try to get the project in by Monday! It’s really important you get it in,” you told Jacob as he walked towards Ransom’s car. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, uninterested in what you had to say. 

“Have a great day!” 

“Yeah, you too,” Jacob waved you off. 

You turned to glance at Ransom, sending him a sweet smile and a wave. Ransom sent you his infamous smirk, lowering his sunglasses to send you a wink. Your smile turned into a bashful one as you walked away. 

The sudden slam of a car door broke Ransom's trance. He whipped his head and saw Jacob had just gotten in the car, no doubt slamming the door. 

“Hey! Don’t slam my door!” he exclaimed as he lightly jogged back to his car. 

“Who was that?” Ransom asked after he got in the car. “Hello?” He asked after there was no response. 

“That’s the substitute teacher for Mrs. Penny while she’s on maternity leave,” Jacob blankly answered. 

“And…” Ransom trailed off, wanting to know more. 

“She’s nice I guess, doesn’t make us do a lot of work,” Jacob replied, not peeling his eyes from his phone. “She’s single if that's what you’re wondering.” 

The entire car ride Ransom thought about you. He wondered what your name was and why were you a substitute teacher? Why did you have to be such a hot substitute teacher? Oh what he would’ve given to be a fly in your room while you changed. After he dropped Jacob off, he immediately called his brother. 

“Andy, you’ll never believe this.” 

“Are you in trouble again? I already told you Ransom, I’m not going to-” 

“No it’s not that!” Ransom cut Andy off. “I just saw the hottest woman today.” 

“This is what you called me for?” Andy questioned, very unamused at this. “Seriously?” 

“No you don’t understand,” Ransom began, “I picked Jacob off today and his hot substitute walked out with him. I can’t even begin to describe how she looks. I’ve found my future wife.” 

Andy laughed as he shook his head. “Yeah right. You say that about every girl with a nice pair of tits you come in contact with.” 

“I’m 100% serious Andy.” 

Ransom and Andy have very distinct tastes for women, 99% of the women Ransom found attractive, Andy didn’t. Though the way his brother rambled about the woman, Andy’s intrigued. It couldn’t hurt to look. Right?

The next day he offered to pick Jacob up from school. He leaned against his car as he waited for him to walk out. Andy didn’t like picking him up either, Jacob liked to take his time and was always the last one to walk out. 

When Andy heard the front doors open his head perched up. There you were, walking side by side with Jacob. There had only been a handful of moments where Andy was left speechless, this was number three on this list. His own body suddenly brought him closer towards you and he met you halfway. It felt like you were calling out to him, bringing him with an invisible rope you tied around his body. 

“Hello!” you greeted Andy, shaking his hand while you said your name. 

“Hello, I’m Andy Barber,” Andy eagerly repeated back. He couldn’t believe the beauty that was standing right across from him. 

Rarely did Andy ever go after anything Ransom wanted, he always preferred to take a step back and let his brother enjoy it. This time was different. Ransom couldn’t have you, no. Not this time. Andy for once was being selfish. 

“I hope this doesn’t sound too forward but what are you doing Saturday night?” 

“What’s going on in your pretty little head?” You heard Ransom ask you as he tapped your head three times with his pointer finger. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled. 

“Really?” Ransom sarcastically questioned. “Because the popcorn was done 3 minutes ago and you’re missing your favorite part of the movie.” 

“I’ve seen the movie a million times already, I can replay the scene in my head Ransom.” 

“Still doesn’t change the fact that everytime you watch it you recite the entire scene word for word,” Ransom said. “You were thinking about Andy weren’t you?” 

You remained quiet and bit the inside of your cheek. “What's wrong with that?” you questioned as you walked past Ransom to grab a bowl to pour the popcorn in. “He’s my fiance, I’m supposed to be thinking about him. It might be a surprise to you but when you’re in love you think about your significant other.” 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all flowers and cuddles and all that colorful bullshit,” Ransom waved off. “Lately you’ve been in a bad mood, Kitten. Does Andy have to do anything with it?” 

“No,” you lied. 

Ransom snuck up behind you and firmly pressed his front to your hack. His hands were placed at your sides, trapping you in. “What have I told you about lying to me, Kitten?” You could feel his breath fanning over your ear. 

“You don’t like it when I lie.” 

“Exactly, daddy doesn’t like it when Kitten lies to him now does he?” 

“No,” you measly squeaked out. “I won’t do it again.” 

“You’re such a good girl,” he cooed, placing a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose. “I’ll rewind the parts you missed, let's go.” His hand intertwined with yours as he was leading you out of the kitchen. 

“Honey?!” Andy called out. 

You immediately snatched your hand away from Ransom and took 3 steps away from him. If you weren’t so panicked you would’ve noticed the flash of disappointment on Ransom’s face. You missed the warmth of Ransom’s hand even if you only held it for a couple of moments. 

“There you are!” Andy exclaimed when he entered the room, “I’ve been calling you.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, I was watching a movie with Ransom,” you replied. You noticed he was in a suit he normally wore for certain occasions paired with the watch you gave him last year as a birthday gift. 

“Why are you in your suit?” 

“I got a call, there’s an emergency meeting.” 

“An emergency meeting? At 7:45 pm on a Sunday?” you questioned with your head tilted to the side. “But you never work on a Sunday.” 

“I know Honey, I’m really sorry,” Andy began to apologize, “but I really have to go.”

“But you promised-”

 “I know I promised but,” Andy looked down at his watch and mumbled under his breath, “Fuck I’m going to miss the res-.” 

“You’re going to miss what?” you asked Andy with your arms crossed around your chest. When Andy didn’t respond you asked again though you got no response again. “Andy, I asked you a question.”

“I’m really sorry again Honey,” he apologized again. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

“What time will you be back?” you asked him yet another question, frustration building up inside you from him ignoring your questions. 

“Don’t know but I really really have to go,” he quickly said. Andy placed a kiss on your temple, “Don’t wait up for me.” 

“Andy?!” you exclaimed, following him to the front door but in response all you got was the door slamming shut. You quickly opened the door and stuck your head out. “Andy!” 

“Bye!” Andy yelled as he frantically got in his car.

“This is great,” you exasperated as you came back through the door. You turned to look at Ransom, “I can’t believe he blew me off for work. Again.” 

“You don’t actually think he had an emergency meeting do you?” Ransom asked you. 

“Well….yeah,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“Oh Kitten,” Ransom sighed.  He then patted the empty spot next to him on the couch, “c’mere.” 

You silently obeyed and walked towards the couch. Just as you were about to sit down, Ransom pulled your hips and sat you right on his lap. “Ran!” You squealed, trying to leave his lap but his hold on your was firm. “Ransom! Let go!” 

“Or what?” Ransom challenged, “Andy is going to see us?” 

You gave up on fighting to get out of his lap and relaxed into his touch. “Why would he leave so abruptly?” 

“Because he’s out to see the other woman,” Ransom bluntly responded. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Kitten it’s obvious! Andy is showing textbook signs he’s cheating on you.” 

Ransom felt your body tense up from the anger. He began to kiss your neck and you shrugged him off. “I’m mad Ransom,” you protested, “let go.” 

Ransom ignored you and continued to place kisses on your neck. “I know Kitten but just relax,” he murmured. “And I know just how to do that.” 

“How?” you asked, trying to pull away from Ransom. 

“Training always takes my mind off of things.” 

“Training?” you asked in disbelief, “Ransom I don’t want to work out.” 

“No, not that type of training Kitten.” His right hand left your hip and slithered his way up to your throat. “This type of training,” he said, lightly squeezing your throat. 

You turned your head and looked at him in bewilderment, “do you mean….” 

“You know exactly what I mean Kitten.” 

You gulped. To say you were nervous would’ve been an understatement. You were as clueless as one could be when it came to sex. Truth be told you were glad you would wait until marriage, it gave you more time to avoid giving a blowjob to a man. 

It wasn’t that you found it disgusting. No. You found it terrifying. You were scared you would do it wrong. Or accidentally bite down on it. Or even worse, accidentally throw up. You’ve heard stories from your friends how they hated giving blowjobs and all the horrors it came with. Now it was your turn to dance the tango. 

“I-I don’t know if I can do it,” you nervously stuttered out. 

“Relax Kitten, we’ll go nice and slow just for you.” Ransom's left hand began to massage your thigh sensually. “I’ll stop whenever you want me to stop.” 

“You want daddy to feel good, don’t you?” he added. 

“I do,” you replied. 

“Help me take off my pants,” Ransom demanded. As you began to get off his lap and unbuckle his belt he continued talking. “It’s not hard Kitten–well not yet–but think of it as sucking on a popsicle. You have to hollow your cheeks out.” 

“Will it hurt?” 

“No but your jaw will be sore,” he chuckled. “Oh and when I tell you to open your mouth, open wide and stick your tongue out.” 

You nodded along to what he said and took mental notes. Once his pants and boxers were pooled at his ankles you sat back on your feet and waited for his next instruction. Ransom was already hard, his cock was thick and oozing with precum. Just looking at it made your body tingle. 

“Open wide Kitten,” Ransom instructed. 

You immediately obeyed and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just how Ransom told you. He slapped the tip of his cock onto your tongue. It was heavy and you could taste his precum on your tongue. The action was dirty but god you loved it. 

“Okay now swirl your tongue on the tip.” You swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut from the action and his head slightly leaned back. “Kitten, keep your eyes on daddy.” 

You peered at him through your eyelashes, your eyes looked innocent but your mouth told a whole other story. Ransom’s hand went to your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. 

“Now listen very carefully, if you can’t take it, tap my thigh three times. Got it?” 

“Got it!” you said. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Remember to–” 

“To hollow out my cheeks like I’m sucking on a popsicle,” you finished for him. “I’m ready.” 

Ransom grabbed the base of his cock and began to guide it in your mouth. When you felt the tip go past your lips you knew your jaw would be sore the next day, it was so thick. As his cock went further into your mouth your nails dug into his thighs and you could feel the tears brimming your eyes. The second Ransom felt you gag around him, he stopped. He didn’t pull out but he wasn’t going to go any farther. 

“How you feeling Kitten?’ Ransom asked through a strained voice. Your mouth was warm and so inviting. You couldn’t give him a verbal response so you opted for a thumbs up. “Good–Shit your mouth feels so fucking amazing.” 

You were beyond tense. You had no idea how you were going to be able to do this. Scratch that, how were you going to take all of him? 

Without any warning Ransom’s hand went from your cheek to your head. He then guided your head up and down on his cock. It wasn’t fast but it wasn’t slow either, it definitely took you by surprise. 

Ransom couldn’t form a proper sentence, all that left his mouth were incoherent words. He tried his best to keep his eyes open but they would just flutter shut. You had no idea a blowjob could be so messy. Salvia was trickling down your throat, your mascara smeared your eyes and tears ran down the sides of your face. 

“I know you can take a little bit more,” he groaned out, pushing you further down on his throbbing cock. “You’re doing a good job for Daddy. Jesus Christ.” 

You tried to push back the gag reflex as best as you could. Anything to hear Ransom and make him feel good. By now you had taken only half of him but you could only do so much. You tapped on his thigh three times and Ransom quickly pulled out of your mouth. A string of saliva could be seen connecting to the tip of his cock all the way to your mouth. You gasped for air while you wiped the remaining salvia you had left on your mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, still gasping for air. “I couldn’t take it anymore.” 

“You did perfect for your first time Kitten,” Ransom assured you. “That’s what training is for, so one day you’ll be able to take all of daddy’s cock in your pretty little mouth.” 

“I still want to make you feel good daddy,” you said. “You didn’t finish.” 

“You’re so eager to please daddy, aren’t you?” Ransom asked, to which you nodded frantically. “Then give daddy a handjob.” 

You knew what a handjob was for two reasons. One, you saw it in a movie. Two, Ransom gave you a very detailed and filthy explanation to you one day. 

Your dominant hand barely wrapped around the base of his dick, having a nice firm grip. You began to pump him up and down, making sure you got from the tip down to the base. Though you still felt like it wasn’t enough. You kitten licked the tip of his aching, leaking cock ever so slightly causing Ransom to jerk in pleasure. 

“Oh fuck!” Ransom groaned out. “Do it again.” 

You did it again and again and again. The sinful noise Ransom let out spurred you on. The way his body reacted to your touch made your pussy flutter. You never knew what desperation was until tonight. The moans Ransom would let slip out made you desperate for his dick. 

“Kitten, I’m so close.” 

You went faster and ignored the cramping in your hand. Instead of continuing licking his tip, you opened your mouth and sucked on it. The sudden feeling of your mouth made Ransom cum almost instantly. You pulled back and watched as his cock oozed with cum and hit your chest. You watched, amazed how his cock would bounce with every spurt of cum. By the time he finished, your chest was glistening with his cum. 

“That was…fuckingamazing,” he slurred, drunk off of pure pleasure. Ransom grabbed his phone and took a picture of your swollen lips and cum covered chest. “I’m going to treasure this forever.” 

“Ransom! Delete that!” you scolded him. 

“Yeah right, next time I have to record you,” he said, “you know to make sure you’re making progress.” 

“I’m not letting you record me,” you replied. 

“It’s not about what you want Kitten, it’s about what daddy wants. What daddy wants he gets,” he said in a low tone. “Let's get you cleaned up before Andy comes home and sees his fiance covered in-” 

“Alright!” you cut him off, making Ransom laugh. 

-

The next day you woke up alone in your bed. Andy had to leave early for work like usual and he left a card on your side of the nightstand. It was a simple card saying how much he loved you. You thought something was better than nothing, though you were still disappointed. You figured you would get ready anyways and spend the day doing something besides staying in the house. 

You had chosen the perfect valentine’s day outfit picked weeks ago. Just because Andy wasn’t going to take you out like you had originally hoped for didn’t mean you weren't going to wear it. 

“Don’t I look pretty this fine morning,” you said to yourself in the mirror, twirling around. 

“Indeed you do,” Ransom whistled. 

“When did you come in?” you asked Ransom, looking at him in the mirror. 

“5 minutes ago,” he replied, “you know you take forever to get ready.” 

“I’m so sorry Ran,” you sarcastically apologized, “I guess I just like to take forever knowing you were going to pick me up in my bedroom.” 

Ransom playfully rolled his eyes. “Something is wrong with the t.v and I don’t know how to fix it and yes I did unplug it and plug it back in.” 

“You can be such a grandpa sometimes,” you joked as you walked out of the room. 

“What’s wrong with the…” your voice faltered as you saw the array of different colored roses in the living room. 

“Happy Valentine's day Kitten,” Ransom said. 

“Did you do this?” you asked him with a smile on your face. 

“Of course I did,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He walked past you and grabbed a certain bouquet of pink roses, “read the card.” 

You grabbed the card from the banquet and opened it. “Happy Valentine’s day Kitten, you’re my favorite girl in the world,” you recited, “p.s thank you for sucking my dick–Ran!” 

Ransom roared in laughter, “you should’ve seen the flower boy’s face when he was writing it!” 

“You can be so dirty sometimes.” 

“Yeah but you secretly love it,” Ransom shrugged. “We should get going though.” 

“What for?” you questioned. 

“We’ll be late to brunch and quite frankly I would like to spend as much time as I can with you today before Andy whisks you away.” 

“Andy won’t be back until 6,” you reminded him. 

“Thank god!” Ransom cheered, pulling you into his arms. “That means we’ll finally be able to go to the mall and get you the necklace I’ve been telling you about.” 

“Ransom I don’t–” 

Ransom shut you up with a searing kiss that left you breathless. “I said I’m getting you the necklace. Now let's go before we’re really late.” 

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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 2)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: Back home with Andy you begin the process of returning back to normal after everything

Word Count: 8.9k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Pregnancy! Fluff! 

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 2

The sun was blinding as you stepped outside. Even raising your hand to block the rays did nothing to clear your vision. You tried to take a step forward but stumble, tripping over some material. Looking down you find yourself shrouded in white fabric, you try to kick it away but it doesn’t work, it just gets more tangled.

The more you struggled the worse it got, the material becoming suffocating as it crept further up your body. It seemed to slither like a snake up your body, binding your hands together, pinning your arms to your body.

Gasping for air you tried to scream out for help, for anyone to come and save you. But you’re voice was gone, the material completely trapping you. Your body a prison for your screaming mind.

Your vision began to clear, the blinding light disappearing behind a dark cloud. You look down at yourself to see the white material trapping you was a wedding dress. Your arms were no longer pinned, your mouth uncovered but you were still trapped, your voice silenced.

Looking back up you could see the entire Thrombey family stood waiting for you. Ransom stood in the middle under an arch in a black tux. He gives you a lopsided smile before slowly walking up the aisle towards you.

You wanted to back up, you wanted to scream and run away but you couldn’t. You were frozen in place.

“Hey Kitten, it’s okay,” he says softly his hand cupping your cheek, making you mentally flinch “This is the right thing, it's where you belong, we want our future together right?” He continues his hand dropping to your waist, thumb brushing over your abdomen.

You tried to shake your head, push him away but your body refused to move. You could only watch as a smile grew on his face as he leaned down. The screaming in your head got louder with every inch he moved closer, your stomach turning and flipping.

You woke with a start just as his lips met yours. Your hand clutched your chest as you tried to control your breathing. Your eyes darted around the dark room, the quiet beeping from monitors reminding you that you were in the hospital. A shiver ran through your body, your blanket wrapped around your legs from where you’d turned and tossed in your sleep.

Glancing over at the clock you could see only an hour has passed since you last woke. Despite how exhausted you felt you couldn’t sleep for long. You really tried once Andy and your parents left, but you just couldn’t. Every hour or so you’d wake in a blind panic, your mind cruelly replaying the last 4 months, seeing Ransom’s face smiling back at you, seeing the sinister glint in his eyes. Even though you knew Ransom was in custody you were terrified that he’d find a way to take you back.

You gave up trying to fall back asleep, just staring out the window and watching the sunrise. You’d try and get some sleep when Andy was back when he could protect you. Make sure that no harm would come to you.

You were still staring out the window when the door opened and a nurse walked in carrying a tray full of food “Hi, did you sleep well?” She smiled kindly.

“Yeah,” you lied as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

“Oh wait here let me help you” she says quickly moving to help you, fluffing your pillows.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

She gives you another kind smile and pulls the tray at the end of the bed closer to you. She pours you a glass of water, setting the glass down next to your tray.

“How are you feeling? Anything hurt?” She asks as she looks through your charts and checks the monitors around you.

“Sore but okay,” you say as you look down at your breakfast, your stomach turning at the sight of it.

“Okay,” she nods putting your chart away, frowning slightly when she sees you pushing your food around “You okay? Not hungry?” She asks

You shake your head “Not really” you mutter.

“That’s okay, loss of appetite is common after experiencing a traumatic event” she reassures you “Just eat what you can, you’ll need it for your strength and it will help you recover quicker, your stats are good but your doctor will want you to have eaten something before he discharges you”

You nod your head “Okay, I’ll try”

She smiles warmly down at you “Good, I’ll be back shortly to check on your stitches and re-bandage your leg” she tells you as she makes her way out of the room.

You let out a long sigh staring down at your breakfast. You took a deep breath trying to ignore the turning feeling in your stomach. You grabbed the plastic fork and scooped up a decent amount of scrambled egg. You had only raised it to your mouth when you smelt it and instantly gagged. The fork clattered down to your plate, your fist covering your mouth as you tried to stop yourself from vomiting.

Once the feeling began to pass your reached out with shaking hands to grab your water, taking a small sip to get rid of the stale taste in your mouth. Looking down at your food you felt nauseous just at the sight of it so you pushed the tray as far away as possible.

You had never been a picky eater, if anything you could be quite adventurous. You liked having scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, you knew this hospital food wasn’t going to be the nicest but you should have been fine.

You slumped back in your bed in defeat, telling yourself that you’d try again later once the nausea had passed. As you relaxed your hands moved to rest across your stomach, the motion making you freeze. Your mind running at a million miles per hour as you tried to convince yourself it was nothing, but you couldn’t.

In your dream Ransom had mentioned a future together, his thumb had brushed over your stomach. A motion that would seem strange if it wasn’t for a reason. During your time with him, Ransom said you had an IUD, but you know now that he was lying.

What if your nausea and dream meant something? All the dreams you had with Ransom had been memories trying to break you free. What if this dream was also trying to tell you something? What if Ransom wasn’t only trying to trap you in marriage but with a child too? So that if you ever remembered who you were forever attached to him.

You were startled when the door opened and the nurse walked back in. She glanced down at your plate to see you had barely touched it, giving you a sympathetic smile “Hospital food is never the nicest” she reassures you.

You just give her a weak nod, nervous to even open your mouth just in case.

She begin to check over the cut on your leg, making sure it wasn’t infected. She was just redoing the bandage when you felt brave enough to talk.

“If I needed to see a doctor about something, could I ask you to get them?” You ask quietly.

Her brows furrow slightly as she looks back up at you “Yes, do you know what kind of doctor you need?” She asks.

“An ObGyn,” you say quietly.

Her face soften as she nodded her head “Of course, I’ll page for one urgently” she reassures you, putting her hand on your wrist.

“Thank you” you whisper.

“Not a problem, I’ll take this away but just buzz if you get hungry and I’ll sneak in a jello cup” she winks picking up your uneaten plate of food, managing to get a small smile from you.

Once she was gone you let out a shaky breath of air, trying to stop yourself from crying. You had managed to escape Ransom before he could trap you in marriage, but what if you hadn’t completely escaped him?

“Hi, I’m Dr Roberts you asked to see me?” A kind-looking middle-aged woman in pink scrubs asks walking in.

“Oh uh hi, yeah I uh” you stutter trying to get your words out, your chest feeling tight.

“Breathe,” Dr Roberts says gently, demonstrating a deep breath.

You follow her lead, taking a few deep breaths before finally feeling able to speak once more “I’m worried I might be pregnant” you admit.

Dr Roberts nods her head slowly “Okay, have you had unprotected sex?” She asks you.

“I-I don’t really know, yes? I know I take the pill, but… Ransom he- he told me I had an IUD” you explain stuttering.

Dr Roberts nods her head in understanding “I see, well I can send some of the blood samples that were taken yesterday off for testing, that will be the most accurate way to tell” she tells you “Do you want to talk options now? Or do you know what you want to do?”

“I can’t keep it, I just can’t” you state shaking your head.

“Okay, I’ll make sure the correct procedure is scheduled if the results are positive, would you like to go back onto the pill if it’s negative?” She says glancing down at your chart.

“Yes please” you nod your head.

“Of course, I’ll be back soon,” she says with a gentle smile before walking back out of the room.

As she does so you see Andy standing in the corridor about to enter the room. You swallow nervously as he looks up and down at Dr Roberts giving her a quick nod before walking in. You’d hoped that you could find out and deal with whatever the outcome was without having to tell him. You’d seen how difficult for him to hear what you’d done with Ransom. You wanted to save him future pain but that option was already gone.

“Hey is everything okay?” He asks taking your hand and gently kissing your knuckles.

“Please don’t be mad” you start squeezing his hand “They’re just checking in case I’m pregnant, he- he told me I had the IUD”

Andy lets out a long sigh shaking his head “Sick bastard” he muttered under his breath, he forces a smile putting his other hand over yours, you noticing the bandage that wasn’t there yesterday “Whatever happens I’m going to be standing right beside you, whatever you decide”

“I don’t want it, I can’t have any link to him,” you tell him shaking your head.

“Okay, okay it's okay” Andy reassures you “You don’t have to explain, it's your choice”

You let out a shaky breath, biting your lip as you fought back the tears “Thank you” you whisper.

Andy gives you a brave smile, kissing your hand “Anything for you honey, anything for you”

“What happened to your hand?” You ask nodding to his injured hand.

“It’s nothing” Andy reassures you “I accidentally dropped a glass last night when washing up, cut myself when trying to clear it up”

You knew straight away it was a lie. Andy was not a clumsy person, there was no way that he dropped that glass by accident. It would have been on purpose, you could only guess it was because he was angry, and that you were to blame. You had cheated on him after all.

He then reaches down into the bag he brought with him “I brought you something to eat, hospital food is never nice” he says putting a sizeable brown paper bag down on the tray table, you instantly smell the delicious scent of pastries and your stomach rumbles but you weren’t sure if it was hunger or nausea “I also brought some things from home to make you feel more comfortable” he continues pulling out your favourite blanket and your pillow.

He stands to swap out your hospital pillow for your own and drapes your blanket over you. The scent of home washing over you and all you want to do is snuggle down and fall fast asleep. Your eyes become glassy as you shake your head at his kindness.

“Thank you Andy” you whisper.

Andy gives you a small warm smile as he brushes some hair out of your face “Anything for you honey” he says quietly as he kisses the top of your head, as he pulls away his hand runs down your arm as his fingers intertwined with yours as he sits down on the side of the bed “are you hungry?”

You shake your head gently “No, not yet I’ve only recently woken up” you tell him, it wasn’t strictly a lie, you just hadn’t been asleep for long.

“Okay, it’ll all keep so it's there whenever you get hungry” Andy reassures you.

You give him another small smile before shifting closer and resting your head against him. Your hand slowly running up and down his arms as you let out a long sigh.

“How’s work been?” You ask him after a few moments of silence.

Andy lets out a small huff of a laugh looking down at you “Do you really wanna know?” He asks with a lopsided smile.

You nod your head “Please? I want to hear what you’re up to?”

Andy chuckles gently “Well don’t be mad, but I’ve been working a lot, took on whatever case I could to keep busy, I did an assault case, a burglary case, and most recently a fraud case” he tells you.

“What about that big drug case?” You ask recalling the case he’d been working on before you disappeared.

Andy lets out a long sigh looking down “The guy was prosecuted but I had to step down because…” he says drifting off at the end his eyes meeting yours and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Oh” you mutter “It’s good you won it though”

Andy gives you a small smile nodding his head “Yeah and Neil got fired which made my life easier”

You arch a brow looking up at him “Really? What for?” You ask.

Andy shifted in his seat slightly, clearing his throat “he made some inappropriate comments” he sighs shaking his head.

You could see his jaw clench as he shook his head and you could only guess what those comments were “about me?”

Andy sighs nodding his head “Yeah” he admits quietly.

You run your hand up and down his arm soothingly “I hope you clocked him” you say earning a small chuckle from him.

He gives you a lopsided smile “Got a couple in before Lynn pulled me off him” he smiles.

“I bet she hated having to do that” you smirk.

“Yeah she admitted she’s been wanting to fire him for months,” Andy tells you a smile still on his face.

You were so relieved to see him smile, to have a somewhat normal conversation where you could laugh and smile. A conversation without the heavy dark cloud of the last 4 months lingering over you.

The light air around you disappeared when Dr Roberts walks back into the room. Both you and Andy sit up to attention when you see her. Your eyes scan her face trying to work out what she was going to say before she could even say it. But you couldn’t her poker face was too good.

“Miss Y/L/N I can confirm that your test results all came back as negative” she reports and you hear Andy let out a large unguarded sigh of relief

Glancing up at him you could see just how relieved, his bandaged hand clenching and flexing. You looked down unable to look at him any longer, you hated that you were the cause of his pain, his anger. Guilt washes over you in waves, you were the reason he broke that glass, the reason he’s hurting so much.

“Thank you,” Andy says nodding his head.

Dr Roberts gives you a small smile “I’ve added the pill to your prescription to take home with you later” You could only manage a small nod in response.

You hear the door to your room close as you looked down at your lap, your fingers fiddling. You were relieved that the test had come back negative, you didn’t want to be tied to Ransom forever. You hated that you were even in this situation to begin with, you were so stupid to not question Ransom more, to trust him.

Andy’s hand reaching out to take yours pulled you from your thoughts. You look over as he lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“It’s all gonna be okay” he reassures you.

You gave him a small nod of your head even though you didn’t believe it. How was it going to be okay? Even if Ransom went to prison for everything he did to you, everything would be different. The person you were before Ransom was gone, you had changed. Andy had fallen in love with the old you, not this version, you wouldn’t blame him if he decided to walk away.

Maybe it would be easier if you set him free “Andy…” you started shifting to face him but you were interrupted by your parents walking in.

“Hi sweetpea, how are you? Did you sleep well?” Your dad asks as he walks over towards you.

You force a smile looking up at your parents “I’m fine” Your eyes met your mom’s and you could tell she knew you weren’t fine, but she didn’t say anything, she just put her hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

Throughout the rest of the morning, you manage to slowly eat some of the plainer pastries that Andy had brought you. Just slowly ripping small pieces off as and when, listening to your parents talk.

“So your father had the bright idea that instead of just taping over the outlets, he’d take the plastic casing off,” your mom says with a small roll of the eyes as he glanced over at your dad.

“Why faff around with tape when you can get crisp lines without” your dad argues shrugging his shoulders.

You smile gently glancing over at Andy to see him trying to hide his laughter, hand running over his beard to cover his smile.

“But then the outlet in the wall slipped so your father just stuck the screwdriver in to lift it up, forgetting the fact that it was still live” your mom continues making your jaw drop.

“Oh my god Dad! Are you okay?” You gasp in shock.

“It was just a minor shock, I’m completely fine” your dad reassures you.

“My freshly painted cream walls however were completely ruined” your mom huffed making you chuckle.

“The scorch mark went halfway up the wall,” Andy told you “Your dad is still banned from decorating”

“I’m sure he’s not complaining about that” you smirk over at your dad, who winks back at you.

A knock on your hospital door grabs your attention, looking over you see Carrie poking her head into the room. She glances around the room before smiling gently back at you. Tears filled her eyes as she rushes over arms outstretched towards you. You instantly accept her hug, not realising how much you’d missed your best friend.

“I’ve missed you so much” she mutters as she pulls away and wipes the tears from her eyes.

“I missed you too” you smile through your own tears squeezing her hand.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again” she lightly scolds making you chuckle.

“I’ll try not to” you promise.

“Here Carrie, you can sit here,” Andy says standing up from his chair.

“Thanks Andy you’re a godsend” Carrie says with a grateful sigh as she moves to sit down.

“Why don’t we go grab lunch for everyone? Let you girls catch up” your mom suggests standing up.

“Good idea, that cafe down the street looked nice” your dad agrees “Andy do you want to join us?”

Andy glances over at you, his brow arched in question. You wanted to say you were fine, but the idea of Andy leaving you made your heart race. Things between you were different and seemed uncertain but you still trusted him to keep you safe. Andy must have seen the look of hesitancy in your eyes before giving you a reassuring smile.

“Uh no I’m gonna hang back, make sure Carrie doesn’t drop me in it for anything” Andy says with a playful smirk making Carrie roll her eyes.

“I can bide my time Barber” she retorts “Not that I have much anyway, I swear you snagged the only perfect man in Massachusetts” she adds under her breath.

You couldn’t help but smile gently because she was right, Andy was perfect. You couldn’t believe that he wanted you, now more than ever. Looking up at Andy you see the small bashful smile on his face as he shook his head, clearly not agreeing with Carrie.

“Okay, we’ll grab you something, Carrie would you like something?” Your dad asks.

“No I’m good thanks, I ate before I got here” Carrie smiles shaking her head.

“Of course, we’ll be back soon” your mom smiles before gently ushering your dad out the door.

Andy moves to the other side of your bed but instead of sitting down in the chairs vacated by your parents, he perched beside you on the bed, his arm resting behind you. You glance up at him, earning a warm smile in response before he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

As you looked back over at Carrie you see the sad but warm smile on her face. Once you were so familiar with now. The smile that said they were happy and relieved you were back, but so devastated at what had happened.

“I won’t ask if you’re okay” Carrie starts earning a small smile from you “but if you need anything, and I mean anything at all, I’ll be right there for you”

“Thank you Carrie, that means a lot,” you say quietly, her hand squeezing yours “So how are things? Been busy in the office?” You ask desperate to change the subject.

Carrie lets out a quiet chuckle “Good, a little busy but we’ve managed, the series launch party went really well” she tells you.

“Oh that’s good, I wish I’d been there,” you say with a small sigh.

“It's fine you didn’t really miss much, lots of boring schmoozing” Carrie says with a small wave of her hand.

You chuckle gently nodding your head “How’s Harrison?” You ask.

“Still a man-child” she says rolling her eyes “but he got a promotion recently which is great, perfect timing to have some extra cash” she smiles.

“Thinking of going on a holiday with it?” You ask her shifting to face her more.

She smiles gently shaking her head “Not really, we are planning on getting away for a week in a couple of months' time but we booked that before the promotion” she explains “But we are putting it towards something pretty amazing” she adds reaching into her handbag and passing something over to you.

You turn the sheet of paper over, your breath catching when you saw the sonogram “You’re- you’re-“ you stutter unable to say the actual word “How far along are you?” You ask instead.

“Just coming up to four months” Carrie smiles.

“Con-congratulations I didn’t know you guys were trying” you say with a small shake of your head as you pass back the sonogram.

Carrie snorts shaking her head “We weren’t” she states “We’d agreed we were at a place where we were ready if it happened but didn’t want to actually start trying but Harrison’s libido skyrocketed and got me stuck in this situation” she jokes with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh,” you mutter forcing a smile.

You were over the moon for Carrie, you knew she would be the perfect mom. Carrie didn’t know what had happened this morning, you hadn’t even told your parents. If she had, you knew she would have chosen a different way to phrase it.

“Hey is everything okay?” Carrie asks gently, noticing your change in mood.

You glance up at Andy as he shifts awkwardly next to you “We- we uh” he mutters.

“Shit- are you?” Carrie says sitting forward putting her hand on your arm.

“No,” you say shaking your head “I thought I might have been- he- he said I had an IUD, I-I don’t” you explain.

“God the sick bastard” Carrie mutters in disgust “I swear as soon as I see that sick trust fund prick I’m gonna rip him to pieces” she growls.

You let out a weak chuckle at that “Evidently there’ll be a line”

Carrie smiles gently before sighing shaking her head “I’m sorry, if I’d known I would have waited to share the news”

“No, no I’m so happy for you, over the moon really” you reassure her “You’re gonna be an amazing mom”

Carrie smiles warmly back at you “Thank you, we are really excited despite it being a bit of a surprise”

“I’m not surprised” you smile “But um we decided not to tell my parents, they’ve been through enough and the test was negative so I don’t want them to worry over nothing”

Carrie nods in understanding zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the key “secret is safe with me” she promises.

“So how has it been so far, morning sickness wasn’t too bad was it?” You ask hoping to show just how excited you were for her.

“It was rough for a couple of weeks, but poor Nova the smell of dog food just would set me off, Harrison had to make sure he wasn’t late home from work so he could feed her dinner because I couldn’t be in the same room at it,” Carrie says shaking her head, hand over her mouth making you smile since you knew their german shepherd had an appetite of a horse “I swear Nova is getting broody though, I caught her gathering all her toys onto her bed and cuddling them like they were her pups, Harrison says it’s nothing but I swear if he doesn’t hurry up and get her spayed we’re gonna have pups and a baby to contend with”

“That does sound like it could be a handful, a cute handful but still” you chuckle.

“Yeah I would love her to have pups, she’s a sweet German shepherd and I bet she’d have some gorgeous pups” Carrie sighs “guess we could just make sure she’s on the lead when in season so we don’t have any accidents”  she reasons thinking out loud.

“Just hope there isn’t a dog equivalent of Harrison out there” Andy jokes making the three of you chuckle, a warm smile on his face when you look up at him.

“We’re clearly missing out on a joke here” your father smirks as he walks in with your mom carrying coffees and lunch.

“Oh leave them be” your mom scolds as she walks over to you, passing you a small tub “I got you some pasta salad, eat as much or as little as you like” She smiles.

“Thanks Mom” you smile taking the fork she offered.

Your mom smiles as she leans in to kiss your forehead “It’s nothing dear, we’re all here for you and will help you get through this everything will go back to normal I promise” she whispers.

You look up at her as she pulls away, her word’s hitting deeper than she probably realised. You glance up at Andy who was sipping on the coffee your dad had passed him, a smile on his face as your dad told him about the old lady ahead of them in the queue who insisted on paying in coins. Only this morning you were considering letting Andy go, but maybe your mom was right. Maybe you could go back to normal, maybe you and Andy would be alright. But you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try and pushing him away when you needed him most wasn’t going to help.

“Thanks Mom” you smile, resting your hand on top of hers “I needed to hear that”

By 5 pm the hospital finally discharged you and allowed Andy to finally take you home. As he drove you home he kept glancing over to make sure you were okay, finding you just looking out of the window with an unreadable look on your face. He wanted to reach out to take your hand but you held them out of reach. Your chin resting in one hand, the other tucked away as you hugged yourself.

When he pulled up outside the house he heard you let out a deep and shaky sigh as you looked up at the house. Andy put the car in park and turned off the engine. Shifting over to face you he went to reach out to you but hesitated for a moment, second-guessing himself and whether you’d be okay with him touching you, before eventually gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

“You okay?” He asked quietly when you looked over at him.

You gave him the smallest of nods as you swallowed “Yeah, yeah I’m glad to be home” you whispered.

Andy smiled gently nodding his head “I’m glad you’re home too” he says earning a small smile from you.

Climbing out of the car he grabbed the bag from the trunk. As he shut the trunk he could see you had also climbed out of the car, standing with your back to him as you stared up at the house, arms wrapped around your waist.

Walking over he stopped beside you “C’mon let's get inside and get you comfortable” he says.

You nod in response allowing him to wrap his arm around your waist to support you as you limped up the path. He carefully helped you inside the house, taking you straight to the couch so you could sit down.

“Do you want a drink? Water or something?” Andy asked once you were settled.

“Water please,” you say your eyes wandering around the room.

Andy nods heading straight into the kitchen to grab you a glass of water, his hands shaking slightly as he filled the glass. When he returned he crouched down in front of you as he passed you the glass, watching as you took a couple of small sips before holding the glass in your lap. Potentially to stop your uninjured leg from shaking.

“How you feeling?” Andy asked after a moment.

You took a deep breath glancing around the room “I never thought I’d be so relieved to be somewhere I recognised” you admit, when you look back over at Andy he could see your eyes turning glassy.

He moved in an instant, sitting beside you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as you sniffled back your tears, reminding and reassuring you that you were safe, you were home, and everything was going to be okay.

The sound of Andy’s phone ringing broke the silence in the room. Pulling out his phone he looks down to see it was Frank FaceTiming him. Glancing over at you he sees you already looking down at his phone, the ghost of a smile on your face as you looked at the caller ID photo of Frank and Mary.

“Do you want to talk to them now? Or later, I can say you’re resting up” Andy offers.

You take a deep breath nodding your head, quickly wiping away the last of your tears “Yeah, do I look okay? I don’t want to worry Mary” you ask.

The corners of Andy’s lips twitch upwards “You look beautiful, always do” he smiles gently as he swipes to answer the call.

“Hey, you’re back home, how’s Y/N?” Frank asks when the call connects.

“I’ll let her tell you herself” Andy smiles turning the phone so Frank could see you.

“Hey Frank, I’m doing fine it’s really nice to see you,” you say smiling gently.

“I’m really glad to hear it, it’s great to see you home and safe” Frank smiles.

“Is that her?!” You hear Mary exclaim, both you and Andy chuckling when she jumps onto the couch next to Frank “It is! I’ve missed you so much!”

Andy looks over at you, smiling as you smiled back at Mary. It was the first real smile he’d seen from you and he couldn’t be happier.

“I’ve missed you too sweetie” you smile “How’s school?”

“Normal school is a bit boring, but my university classes are fun” Mary says shrugging her shoulders.

“Good I hope you haven’t been giving your uncle too much grief,” you say with a knowing look.

“Nope,” Mary says shaking her head.

Frank rolls his eyes “No more than usual she means” he corrects making the both of you chuckle.

“So how are you guys? Have you earnt any more girl scout badges Mary?” You ask.

“3! Wait there, I’ll go get them,” Mary says before dashing off and out of shot.

“We’re good, plugging along, I’m just trying to find a good time to get up to see you guys, between my work schedule, Mary’s classes and mother’s schedule it’s proving a bit of a head-scratcher” Frank sighs as he scratches at his beard.

“Don’t worry about your mother, you can stay with us” you say shaking your head, Andy hums in agreement.

“Yeah we have plenty of room here, and it’ll save you a headache” Andy adds earning a huff of laughter from Frank.  

“It’s fine really, I don’t want to give you any hassle or crowd you” Frank sighs shaking his head.

“You won’t be” Andy states “It’ll be nice to see you both… be good for us” he says with a small sigh as he glances over at you, if just seeing Mary manage to make you smile, Andy could only imagine the good it would do to have her here.

“Yeah…” you mutter glancing over at Andy for a second before looking back towards Frank “It’ll be good” you agree quietly, your arms crossing, one hand rubbing your arm.

Frank glanced between Andy and you, his brows furrowing for a second before he nods “Yeah okay, well um I’ll have a look at my work schedule, see when I have a spare weekend” he agrees just before Mary reappears jumping back onto the couch making Frank huff.

“I earnt my pets badge for taking Fred to a meeting, he was very popular,” Mary says holding up the badge for you to see.

Andy watches as the smile returns to your face “Well he is a very cool one-eyed cat” you smile.

You continued to listen to Mary talk about what she’d been up to, Andy watching you the entire time. Relaxing back into the couch for the first time in months, a soft smile on his face as he saw you open and seem more like yourself.

When he heard a knock on the door he quickly jumped up, promising to be right back as he went to go see who it was. He expected it to be your parents even though they said they’d let you settle back in tonight before visiting. The lighter mood that filled the house disappeared when he opened the door and saw the detectives standing outside.

“Mr Barber” Elliot greets with a small nod of the head.

“Detective, are you here with an update?” Andy asks with a small sigh.

“A small one, yes” Elliot nods “May we come inside”

“Uh yeah sure,” Andy says stepping aside to let them im, he leads them towards the living room pausing when he heard your soft laughter “Just wait here a second,” he says holding up his hand.

The detectives nod their heads, Andy lets out a small sigh as he steps inside the living room stopping behind the couch behind you.

He puts his hand on your shoulder as he leans over to whisper in your ear “The police are here, they have an update”

The smile on your face instantly disappears as you look over your shoulder at him, swallowing as you nodded your head “Okay” you mutter your voice barely above a whisper.

Andy gives you a reassuring smile as he rubbed your shoulder before turning his attention back to Frank and Mary “Sorry guys we’re gonna have to go” he says to them.

“Not a problem, we understand” Frank says giving Mary a pointed look when she went to complain “Call us whenever you need okay? We’re here for you guys”

“Thanks, Frank, I’ll talk to you soon,” you tell him with a small nod and tight smile.

Frank nods his eyes darting to Andy with a small smile before the call disconnects. Andy lets out a small sigh as he presses a kiss to the top of your head as he stands to beckon the detectives in.

“Please have a seat,” Andy says gesturing to the couch.

“No need, we unfortunately don’t have much to share” Elliot says with a small sigh glancing over at Detective Wagner.

“CSI were able to identify enough evidence for us to arrest and charge Drysdale, but he wasn’t at home” Wagner explains.

“Where was he? I thought you said he arrested him?” Andy demanded.

“He was at his family home, with his entire family present” Elliot explains.

“Shit” you mutter, dropping your head, hands running into your hair.

“What does that mean?” Andy questions glancing between you and the detectives.

“As we arrested him, he protested his innocence and his family tried to prevent his arrest, it all got a bit heated” Elliot explains with a sigh.

“What did he say? And the family” Andy asks crossing his arms over his chest.

“He said you had been having an affair, that you had chosen to stay with him” Elliot says glancing over at you.

“But that-that’s not true, it’s- it's not, he’s lying!” You stutter shaking your head, your eyes darting over to Andy and back to the detectives.

“We know sweetheart” Andy reassures you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“We have enough evidence that supports your version of events” Elliot confirms.

“But he’s got his entire family on his side, one of his cousins even live-streamed the whole thing” Wagner explains.

You let out a small huff as you shook your head “Of course they would, they all hated me, except Harlan that is” you mutter.

“He and the nurse remained quiet and inside while we arrested Drysdale,” Wagner said quickly, an excited smile on his face as he spoke about Harlan.

You just hummed nodding your head and hugging yourself tightly as you looked down at the floor.

“We wanted to warn you that it doesn’t seem like Drysdale or his family are going to go down easily” Elliot says glancing between Andy and you.

“What do you mean?” Andy frowns putting his hands on his hips.

“We’re hoping to gather enough evidence that he pleads guilty, but in the instance that he doesn’t, it might be a long trial” Elliot explains with a sigh.

Andy lets out a long sigh hand running down his face and over his beard as he began to pace “How confident are you that you can get him to plead guilty” he says turning back to the detectives.

“Fairly confident, more so if we can prove he orchestrated the accident” Elliot says nodding his head.

But Andy wasn’t convinced, he let out a long sigh shaking his head. Glancing down at you he could see the nervous look on your face. Ransom had already gone to extremes to get you, Andy didn’t doubt he wouldn’t go further to get off free.

“You said the cousin live-streamed it? How far could that go?” Andy questions.

“We stopped it as soon as we could but as far as we can tell his following is predominantly the alt-right, so we aren’t concerned about it spreading into general media” Wagner explains.

“And we won’t be mentioning his name in the statement to the press we’ll release in a few days to announce you’ve been found safe and well” Elliot adds nodding over to you “So currently there’s no link between the two of you as the live stream started after we mentioned the charges”

Andy nods his head “Good, is there anything else?” He asks with a sigh.

“No that’s all, but we’ll let you know about anything we find as soon as we can” Elliot promises.

“Thank you” you mutter glancing up at them.

“Yeah thank you, I’ll um walk you out” Andy says gesturing towards the door.

As the detectives step outside Elliot turns back around to face Andy “We will do all we can to make sure Drysdale goes down for this” he promises.

Andy sighs nodding his head “Thank you” he says before shutting the door.  

Once the door was shut he took a moment to gather himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a deep long breath. He was angry and frustrated, all he wanted was this to be over, so the both of you could just move on. He wanted it to be simple, for Ransom to be caught red-handed and sent down for his crimes, but it was starting to look like it wasn’t going to be that simple and he hated that.

You’d been through hell already, the thought of you having to go through the trial process where Drysdale’s lawyers would pull apart your testimony in any way they could. Andy knew how tough it was for victims, and if after all that Ransom walked free… Andy didn’t know what he’d do.

Taking a couple of deep breaths Andy turned to walk back towards you only to stop when he saw you stood at the end of the corridor near the bottom of the stairs. Your gaze ran up and down his body as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Honey-“ Andy started.

“I um- I’m just gonna take a shower… freshen up a bit,” you tell him glancing down at the floor.

“Yeah, yeah sure… I could run you a bath if you like? Saves you from standing” he offers gesturing to your injured leg.

“No it's okay,” you say shaking your head “the pain killers seem to be working and I uh- I just want to wash everything away”

Andy nods his head “Of course, let me know when you’re done and I can redo your bandages” he says.

“I will… thanks Andy” you mutter before turning and walking up the stairs out of view.

For a second Andy considered following you, to offer any more help but he stopped himself. You clearly wanted some space and if that’s what you needed then he’d do it. All he wants is for you to be okay and be happy again, even if he did feel at a loss of how to do that.

He waited a moment before quietly making his way up the stairs. As he walked down the corridor he poked his head inside the guest room, finding it in a good enough state in case you wanted to sleep there tonight. Carrying on towards the main bedroom he paused outside the closed door, leaning closer to he could hear the shower running.

His hand raised to the door handle to make sure you were okay but he stopped himself. You needed space, so while he gave you that he’ll find other ways to help you. And he was going to start by getting into the head of Drysdale, and find out his angle so he was prepared in case this went to trial.

Walking back downstairs he poured himself a couple of fingers of scotch before grabbing his laptop and sitting down at the kitchen table. As soon as he opened Google it came up with the article on Ransom he was reading last night. Clenching his jaw he closed that tab and opened another and started researching the rest of Ransom’s family.

It didn’t take him too long to find out that Ransom only had two cousins, a girl called Meg and a boy called Jacob. Typing Jacob Thrombey into Google he found various links to blogs and social media pages. Clicking on the link to Jacobs's Instagram page, Andy logged onto his work profile that he’d use to remain anonymous while gathering information and evidence for his cases.

“Fuck sake” Andy muttered taking a sip of scotch when he saw the Livestream wasn’t available on his page anymore.

Taking a stab in the dark Andy began searching for the livestream on other pages in the hopes that Jacob uploaded it elsewhere. He got lucky when he found it deep on a subreddits page, posted by someone else meaning your name hadn’t been linked to it yet.

Andy took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to watch. He even considered closing the laptop and trying to forget about it but he told himself no, he needed to do this. He needed to make Ransom pay, he needed to help you.

Hitting play on the video he instantly has to turn the volume down as the sound of various people shouting plays from the speakers. It looked like pure chaos as the police tried to escort Ransom out of the house, various members of his family getting in the way and shouting at the detectives.

Andy could feel him getting more and more worked up as he listened to the poison that Ransom’s family shouted about you. Calling you a whore and a gold digger. But what made Andy the most pissed was the role Ransom was playing, the role of the jilted lover. He looked heartbroken and confused as the detectives walked him outside, his head shaking as he told them that this was all wrong. That you loved him, and he loved you. That you had plan’s together, that you were leaving your old life for his.

Ransom was trying to paint you as the villain and earn sympathy. That you had tricked him for his money, leaving him heartbroken. Andy just hoped the world saw sense, and believed you over the lies from this trust fund prick. Because you were the victim, not Ransom and Andy would fight to his dying breath the prove that.

Finishing the last of his scotch in one large gulp he slammed his laptop shut. As he turned to stand up he froze when he saw you stood by the entrance to the kitchen. You watched him with wary eyes as he stood up, your eyes darting to his laptop.

“Ho-honey, are you okay? What do you need?” He asks putting his hands on his hips trying to look as calm as possible.

“You said to let you know when I was done so you could redo my bandages” you remind him quietly.

“Oh yeah, of course, sit down and I’ll grab them” he says picking up his laptop and moving aside to let you sit down.

You nod barely even looking at him as you walked past. Andy puts his laptop away before grabbing the bandages from the bag and making his way back over to you. You were looking much more refreshed than before, your hair slightly damp and tied up in a messy bun as you wore an old hoodie of his and some shorts.

Not a word was spoken as Andy bent down to begin re-doing the bandage around your leg. His jaw automatically clenched when he saw the angry cut across your leg, one he prayed wouldn’t scar. He glanced back up at you when your other leg began to bounce nervously, but you avoided his gaze.

“The um guest room is all set up for you to use if you want to get some rest, or um I can sleep in there if you’d prefer to be back in your own bed” Andy offers as he stands back up and begins packing everything away.

“No” you mutter shaking your head “No I don’t want that I- everything has-“ your face scrunched up as you shook your head “I know I can’t avoid this completely, with the investigation and potentially a trial, but I- I just can’t talk or think about it outside of that, not if I want to feel okay… all I want is for everything to be normal again, like it never happened” you breathe out, eyes opening and finding his.

Andy was speechless for a moment, he wanted to argue because he knew deep down it was a bad idea to just pretend it never happened. But then he remembered how happier you seemed talking to Mary, a conversation that had no mention of Ransom, there wasn’t even the dark cloud of him looming in the background and between the lines. So if pretending it never happened helped you feel okay and be happy in the here and now then he’d do it.

Andy finally nods “Of course Honey” he manages to say as he crouches back down in front of you, resting one hand on your knee “Back to normal” he promises.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief, leaning forward to wrap your arms around him “Thank you Andy” you breathed out.

Andy instantly responded wrapping his arms around you, his hand cradling your head as you buried your face in the crook of his neck “Anything for you honey, anything for you” he muttered kissing your temple.

He held onto you, gently stroking your back in a soothing manner waiting for you to pull away whenever you were ready. When you did so you gave him a small but sincere smile that made Andy smile straight back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you hungry for dinner?” Andy asks standing back up.

You give him a small shrug of your shoulders “Not particularly but I should probably try” you tell him.

“Okay well I know there’s some pasta bakes in the fridge and a shepherd’s pie? Do you wanna have a look, pick what you like and I’ll stick it in the oven” Andy suggests gesturing over to the fridge.

“I’m guessing that was my mom’s doing” you smirk standing up and slowly walking over to the fridge.

Andy smiles warmly nodding his head “Yep, she’d always sneak in something whenever she’d visit” he says moving to lean against the kitchen island “So what’s your pick?”

“I think we have to have my mom’s famous tomato and mozzarella pasta bake,” you say pulling it out of the fridge.

“Sounds perfect” Andy smiles walking over towards you “Why don’t you go pick a movie to watch while I stick this in the oven”

“Sounds great thank you Andy” you smile passing him the pasta bake, reaching up to kiss his cheek making Andy’s smile grow.

“It’s nothing, you go relax” he smiles, watching as you made your way back into the living room.

Once dinner was in the oven, Andy followed you into the living room. He smiled to himself as he settled down on the couch and you instantly shuffled closer and relaxed into his side. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as he relaxed for the first time in months.

Much to Andy’s relief that relaxed feeling remained for the rest of the evening. Maybe acting like the past four months hadn’t happened was a good idea after all, at least for now anyway. When Andy stepped out of the bathroom he smiled gently when he saw you were already in bed flicking through the book that had been sitting on your bedside table untouched for the last four months.

As he walked over and climbed into bed, you slid your bookmark to the front of the book before setting it down on the side “Thank you Andy, for everything” you tell him quietly.

Andy smiles gently wrapping his arm around you, gently pulling you into his embrace “It’s nothing, just… just want to see you happy” he whispers as he kisses the top of your head.

When you look up at him with a soft smile, Andy cupped your cheek and carefully guided your lips up to his. You let out a quiet hum and your lips lingered making Andy want to dive back in but he held back. While you wanted everything to be normal he was going to take everything at your pace, he wasn’t going to rush you.

You didn’t seem to mind, settling down so your head was resting on his chest. One hand resting over his heart. Andy kissed the top of your head before turning off the lights and resting his hand on top of yours.

Even though he was exhausted himself, he waited until he felt you fall asleep in his arms. He watched you for a while, still not truly believing you were back in his arms, terrified he’d wake up tomorrow and find the bed empty. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head reminding himself that this was real. You were back, he was going to make Ransom pay, and everything would be okay.

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Hey, I hope you are having a wonderful day/week! I really don't know if I am doing this right since this is the first time I ever request something. I read some of your stories and I really liked them. I was wondering if you could right a fluff from Marta Cabrera x female reader (an author if that's okay), maybe after the events from Knives Out, there isn't enough content from her. She is so precious! If you can't that's alright too. Lots of love!

Always and Forever

Marta Cabrera x GN!Reader

Summary: Marta Cabrera is the woman for you.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of smut, L-bomb, otherwise just fluff!

Word Count: 972

A/N: I'm baaaack! Enjoy this fluffy fic to mark my return.

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Harlan Thrombey was your mentor, Go partner, and close confidant. You were an aspiring mystery writer, and he took you in and taught you his secret and wonderful ways with words. He helped you through some of the toughest times of your life, and quickly became something of a father figure to you. Because of this, you grew closer to the Thrombey family.

Over time, Harlan grew older, and he hired Marta Cabrera to assist him. At first, you weren’t a huge fan of hers. She became one of his Go partners, he would confide in her, and they became very close friends. You felt jealous, missing the times when it was just you and Harlan. Soon though, she grew on you just as she had on the rest of the Thrombeys.

Soon you realized that you had developed feelings for her. Not knowing what to do, you went to Meg for help. With her assistance, you awkwardly asked Marta out. She thankfully said yes, and you took her on a wonderful date. That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. 

You two were in love, it was clear to see, but it wasn’t without it’s hardships. You struggled when Harlan passed, but you were quick to reassure your girlfriend that you didn’t blame her at all. You helped her to fool Detective Benoit, and stuck by her side throughout the entire ordeal.

You were there for her at the will reading, and when the Thrombeys got violent, you turned against your found family and held them off while Ransom drove Marta away. 

Not trusting Ransom, as you had known him for years and you knew what he was like, you were quick to join her when they were headed to the DNA Lab. Seeing that it was on fire, the three of you fled, leading to the dumbest car chase in the history of car chases.

Finally, you and Marta discovered Fran in the abandoned shop, and called 911 to attempt to save her. Detective Blanc soon collected the two of you, and brought you to the hospital, and then the Thrombey house. 

Knowing that Marta was going to confess, you stood close by her so that you could protect her from anybody who would try to attack her. As she was about to begin, Blanc interrupted her and then pulled her away.

You quickly followed after them. When you heard Marta lie about Fran’s survival, you were quick to call her bluff silently. You could always tell when your girlfriend was lying, even when she didn’t puke right away. 

Upon hearing the confession of Ransom, you knew he would attempt to go out with a bang. When Marta puked in his face, you were quick to push her out of the way as you saw him go to lunch for a knife. 

Ending up on the floor with him on top of you, you let out a massive sigh of relief, feeling that the knife was a trick. Sort of like Harlan’s final punishment for the now imprisoned Drysdale. It was only fair.

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Two months after the whole ordeal, you, Marta, and Marta’s mother and sister were comfortably moved into the former Thrombey house. With how much time you spent there, it already felt like it was your home, so it was only fit that your girlfriend owned it.

Waking up one morning, you see that Marta isn’t in bed with you. You begin to search around the large house for her, finally finding her out on the balcony that overlooks a fair amount of the property. 

Coming up behind her, you wrap your arms around her much smaller body. You feel her lean back into you, and the sensation makes you realize that you wouldn’t want to ever be anywhere but here, with your girlfriend in your arms, staring out over her beautiful land.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’re you doing up?” She asks you softly. You grin at the pet name, never getting over the butterflies that explode when she calls you it. You press soft kisses to her hickey covered neck, a product of the many long nights before. 

“I could ask you the same, love. Couldn’t sleep?” She shudders lightly, your morning voice always having some kind of affect on her. 

She shakes her head. You snuggle back into her before realizing what you have to do. You quickly tell her to stay where she is, then you run inside and grab the little black velvet box that you have been waiting to present to her.

When you come back, you have it hidden behind your back. Marta looks at you, confused. You smile at her before getting down on one knee. She gasps.

“Marta, I didn’t like you very much when I first met you. I thought you were stealing Harlan’s attention away from me. Over time, you slowly won me over. You just have that ability. You help me write my books when I’m stuck, and you know exactly what to say when I’m nervous about a release. We have been through hell and back together, and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Marta Cabrera, would you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

By this point, tears are streaming down both of your cheeks. Marta quickly gasps out a yes, and you jump up and pull her into a passionate kiss. 

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” She breathes against your lips. You laugh before saying, “I love you too. Now, we have to go tell your mom and sister. Marta Y/L/N, I like the sound of that.”

Marta smacks you playfully while you walk off to go tell your families the wonderful news. You couldn’t wait to marry this wonderful woman before you.

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the way you write ransom makes me lose my mind (in the best way possible) and your dialogue is top tier

maybe you'll consider writing some angst with him if you have the time and feel like it

my prompt idea would be: "Thousands of times we argued and you always won by begging me to stay. But as days go by, I realise more and more that this is not where I belong. So even though it hurts, you're the one who loses today".

but feel free to do whatever, I trust you.

I’ve been waiting for the right time to write something like this and I feel like this is a calling so —

Title: Inevitable ends

WARNING - the following contains: angst (no fluff), break-up, Ransom is manipulate, mentions of sex, toxic relationship.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been one, long and dreadful year since I was first asked to be the black sheep of the Thrombey family’s girlfriend. One year of falling victim to the man who at one moment claimed he worshipped me for being the best thing in his life — to being yelled at for not being good enough for someone so high class such as himself.

There was no in between, a part from the times I tried to leave because I knew I didn’t deserve this. I knew this relationship wasn’t good for either of us. Yet all of the times I almost let go, he always managed to persuade me with false hope. Hope that he would do better.

But he never made genuine efforts to do so.

It almost became a routine in itself. The first week after such a promise, I would be gifted with expensive luxury, ranging from jewelry and dresses to vacation trips to Hawaii. There he would make me fall for his lust of having hot sex at the private beach he had rented. He would sweet talk me in the mornings, keeping the facade that we were a perfect couple. With how much he gave me, I first believed he actually cared. It didn’t make sense to put so much money into making up to me if he didn’t.

Then, after the honey moon phase came to an end, we were back to where we started. Ransom would turn sour, either after a night with his friends at the club, or a family gathering that never seemed to end well - and he always took it out on me.

“I really wish you were more competent because sometimes I feel like I’m the only one doing shit to please your fucking ass.” He would once snap at me.

How dare he? I would ask myself.

How dare he say I don’t do anything when I’m the one who’s actually working to pay my fair share? He hasn’t worked a day in his life and was born with a silver spoon and platter right in front of him. He who didn’t do the cooking or cleaning had the audacity to say I don’t do shit.

I was far from rich, and Ransom’s monthly allowance were added zeros compared to what my workplace payed. I never let that become a discussion of who was going to pay for what though. I payed the percentage of what was deemed appropriate for my stay at Ransom’s modern and luxurious house. I used my own credit card to pay for the food that fed both our stomachs. I gave him real love, affection and support because I truly did love him. How could he say I wasn’t making an effort to please him?

This all led to present time. Ransom had for what might be the thousandth time put up a fight with me, something I had been mentally prepared for since the last time, and I knew this had to be the final straw once and for all. I had left him at mid-argument saying; “I’m done. I’m leaving you, Ransom.”

That seemed to finally shut his mouth, and he could only frown as he tried to follow me.

“Leave me alone. I can’t do this anymore. I tried to be good enough for you but you keep shoving me away and treating me like I’m a goddamn rag doll!”

“You’re not leaving this damn house, Y/N…” Ransom said with his index finger pointing at me. He didn’t seem convinced enough that I meant it, but that was about to change.

“Yes, I am!” I shouted, as I went up the stairs to head to our shared bedroom.

I took out my suitcase and gathered my clothes, not caring to neatly place them inside as I wanted nothing more but to leave.

I could hear him rush upstairs after me, standing at the door in awe that I was still standing my ground. As he saw I was taking my last bundle of socks and underwear, he came over and threw out all the clothes I had gathered out of the suitcase and held the baggage behind his back. I gasped at his childish demeanor, and I proceeded to try reclaiming the baggage so I could put everything back in again.

“Ransom, give me my suitcase back! I’m not staying here anymore.” I told him with all seriousness. It didn’t seem to make him budge as he dodged my arms from reaching behind him.

“You know what?— whatever! I don’t even need all of these clothes! You were the one who bought them for me and I honestly don’t want a single thing from you.” I said as I picked up a selective few of my personal outfits and stepped away.

Most of my old clothes were stored at my parents’ house since Ransom didn’t like my old style. He would buy prettier and sexier clothes because in his own words, “they defined your body better.”

“Y/N, stop fucking around. You’re not leaving me. What, you’re really gonna leave it all behind after a whole year? Do I need to remind you of everything I’ve given you and everywhere I have taken you to make you happy? Is this how you’re thanking me?”

I turned around with a face that could kill, and even Ransom was startled by it. He swallowed as he saw fire behind my eyes, ready to explode if he further tested me with his arrogance.

“Don’t even think about using that against me! You bought me all that stuff and took me to places because apparently an apology or being treated with respect was too much to ask for. Not once did I ask for these things, yet you kept on buying your way around for not taking accountability of being a huge asshole of a boyfriend! You should consider yourself lucky that I fell for your tricks for as long as I did, but it all ends today. You can keep everything you’ve given to me, because I don’t need any of it!”

I stormed right after to the bathroom and gathered my make up and toothbrush onto the pile of clothes I had in my arm.

As I came out again, Ransom blocked the way to the main entrance. I could only huff and turn my heel as I decided to leave through the entrance of the second floor, but Ransom grabbed my arm before I made it to the stairs.

I squealed at how tight he gripped me and I tried to wriggle my arm away, but it wasn’t easy.

“Stop touching me! We’re through, Ransom! We’re done!”

“No…no, we…— we absolutely aren’t! We aren’t through unless I say so!” Ransom tried to keep his stern voice, but I could tell by his body language that he was slowly realizing the reality of the situation and was getting panicked.

For what reason? How could he not see this coming? I had to wonder.

“That isn’t how relationships work! You don’t own me! I’m not going to let you use me like a punching bag anymore!” I argued. I managed to yank my arm out of his grip and I picked up the speed up the stairs to have a head start on my way out.

Ransom had to run after me to stop me from opening the door. He held me by my shoulders and looked me in the eye with pleading eyes.

“Darling, please don’t leave me. I promise to be a better boyfriend. A better man for you. Fuck, I’ll do anything if you don’t walk out of that door. You’re everything to me!”

Liar. What a fucking liar.

I couldn’t help but scoff, though I was feeling anything but amused. “So why the fuck did you treat me like I was the least good thing in your life, huh? Yes, I know you’ve had a rough upbringing with your parents and family neglecting you but that gave you no right to treat me like you did. You need to work on yourself…because as of now, you have been hurting me so much that it almost killed me!”

I could see he was holding back tears as his eyes were getting all glossy. While it was a heartbreaking sight, I was anything but tempted to wrap my arms around and forgive him. My own pain overweighed my mercy, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of forgiveness because I knew it would put us back to the circle I didn’t want to put myself in anymore.

“I love you, Ransom. I really do. But I can’t love a man who doesn’t respect me. All those thousands of times we argued and you always won by begging me to stay. And I realized more and more that this is not where I belong. So even though it hurts to do this, you're the one who loses today. You’ve lost, Ransom. You’ve lost me.” I whispered my last sentence as a single tear shed from my eye. He loosened his grip, and I took it as the opportunity to leave.

“Goodbye, Ransom.” I said lastly, without turning to face him once more. I would never know I had gotten him on his knees with regret paining his chest as I left the door.

Note from author: no because I had to use all of my self control to not give into Ransom’s will (because I’m his slut).

As I have completed this though, I’m actually very pleased with how it turned out. Thank you for the prompt idea and motivation to finally write some stand alone angst, anon!

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Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale One Shot

Ransom Drysdale x OFC Angst, fluff Word Count: 1,594

Written: July 6, 2023

Brittan grew up as best friends with Ransom Drysdale her whole life. She was smart, getting a scholarship to his private high school, one his parents afforded no problem. They never accepted Brittan when he started to date her in their junior year of high school. Tolerated would be a better choice of word; barely tolerated.

In college, plans were made... they would graduate, him majoring in creative writing and her in accounting, and then they would marry. But when he told his parents...

1 year ago, just before the start of their senior year in college...

"What do you mean we can't get married?" Brittan frowns, looking down at the ring on her finger; a ring Ransom had specially made just for her with a small emerald cut sapphire with two small diamonds on either side. It was perfect and she was in love with it.

Ransom flinches slightly at the sound of Brittan raising her voice to him, something she never did. He grabbed her hand, turning her attention back up to him with a groan, his heart clenched tightly in his chest, plummeting to the ground at the first sight of the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry. If I don't marry Camille, my parents will cut me off. And--"

"So?" She rips her hand away from him as he tries to remain calm, keeping his emotions at bay. "You're choosing your money over me?"

"No! I—"

"Yes!" She yells, bringing her hand up to her head, shaking it as she becomes angrier and angrier. "That's what you just said, Ransom!"

"If I don't break up with you and agree to marry Camille, they'll stop paying for college—"

"So what! We can—"

Ransom grabs her, hauling her against his chest, causing her to gasp as he placed his hand over her mouth. "Stop interrupting me, woman!" He takes a few deep breaths as she huffs into his hand, furrowing her brows at him. "If I don't graduate, my grandfather won't give me the publishing company."

She waits until he releases her, fixing her dress with a scoff. "Again, I say... so what? We can help you build your own."

"It's my right as a Thrombey! It's my familial right!"

"Who cares! Aren't I more important?"

"You are important..." Ransom's voice lowers as he watches her chin quiver, his heart shattering as he shatters hers. "But it's the principle of the matter."

"You mean your pride and your money are more important than love," she states as firmly as she can, holding back the tears that threaten to stream her cheeks. "Get out."

"Britt..."

"Get out!" She yells, pulling the ring off her finger to throw at his chest.

He barely catches it before she turns her back on him and he glances down at the small ring. "Britt..." he pleads one final time as he is met with only silence. Reluctantly, he turns to leave her apartment, standing at the open door. "I'll never love anyone else," he mumbles before shutting the door behind him.

His final statement is what finally breaks her, plopping onto the couch in a ball, letting the tears flow easily.

Night Before The Wedding...

Brittan sighs as she hears a knock on the door, forcing her to pause her movie. She knew what was happening this weekend and insisted on hiding in her apartment alone all weekend. She opens the door, surprised to find Ransom's best friend, James standing in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

She sighs but moves to the side to let him enter her apartment. "If you're here to tell me not to show up tomorrow, don't worry, I won't..."

"No," he laughs, shaking his head with his hands raised in a small sign of surrender. "Ransom doesn't know I'm here. And I came to ask you to do the opposite..."

"What?" She crosses her arms over her chest, wondering if this was some sort of joke or prank.

"Look, Britt, I like you. And Ransom loves you. You can't let him marry that monster. I don't care if she is better for him on paper according to their families. You and I both know he should be with you. Fight for him."

She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she takes her spot back on her couch, grabbing her glass of wine to down the rest. "I did. I asked him to choose me and that we would work it out. But no, he chose his money and her over me... so. He doesn't give a shit."

"He does..." James digs in his pocket, pulling out something before shoving it into her hand. "He still carries this with him wherever he goes. I only got it away from him because he's wasted already. He's miserable without you. You're both too stubborn to go to the other, so here I am. Come tomorrow, as my date. Stop the wedding..."

Brittan laughs, shaking her head as she looks down at her engagement ring. "You're not serious."

"I'm a thousand percent serious Britt. Please. Don't let him do this..." He watches her continue to stare at the ring. He leans over, kissing the top of her head, hovering for a moment. "They're getting married at 11."

She glances up at him as he smiles before turning to leave her alone in her apartment. She looked back down at the ring, turning it over in her hand...

Wedding day...

Ransom groans, his hand coming up to his chest as James enters the small room he was getting dressed. "Ready to go?"

Ransom takes a deep breath, swallowing the bile in his throat as he nodded. He proceeded to follow James before grabbing his arm. "Do you know what happened to Brittan's ring? I couldn't find it anywhere this morning."

"I have no idea, man. You were pretty out of it last night though. I'm sure you'll find it." He takes his place beside Ransom in the front of the church as he checks his watch: 11:10... She was late. Maybe she wasn't coming. He sighed, wondering if he should say something before the bridal march started and everyone stood.

Ransom tried to find a smile that matched the giant one on Camille's face as she entered the church, but the most he could muster was a grimace as he watched her approach him.

Brittan parked her car in the back of the church, sneaking in the back just as she watched Camille and Ransom. No one had noticed her yet as she backed up into the foyer. "You can do this," she mumbled to herself, smoothing out the line of her red bodycon dress. She nodded to herself, giving herself one more bump of encouragement as she looked down at the engagement ring on her finger.

She hears the words she was waiting for... "Speak now..."

She enters the church with a deep breath, this time letting the doors shut loudly behind her, causing everyone to turn to her. She sees the smile on James' face, giving her more confidence as she walks down the aisle, everyone's eyes burning through her. Her gaze catches on Ransom's as he smiles back at her, his first genuine smile in months.

"Britt..." he whispers as Camille whines beside him.

"Ransom! Make her leave!"

Brittan doesn't let Camille deter her, or Ransom's parents who were trying to move to put a barrier between them before James nudged them out of the way. 6 feet away from them, she stops. "I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"Britt," he repeats, dropping Camille's hands as he takes a step toward her as Camille tries to stop him but he nudges her away and his eyes fall down to Brittan's engagement ring back on her finger where it belonged. He turned his head toward James as he smirked back at him. 

"Don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door..."

Ransom swallows hard the lump in his throat as he watches her gracefully turn to leave the church and his attention is pulled back to Camille, her whiney voice piercing his eardrums.

"Ransom!"

He shakes his head, looking back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest for the first time since he walked out of Brittan's door over a year before. "I'm sorry. You can keep the ring..." He runs to the back of the church where he got dressed, shoving his things into his bag before slipping out the side door before anyone could reach him.

Brittan leaned nervously against the passenger side door of her car. She glanced up at the sound of a door shutting to find Ransom running toward her, pulling her into his arms as he reached her. He kissed her hard, pouring in as much emotion he had been holding in for the last year as he could.

He cradled her cheeks when he pulled away, smiling down at her as tears welled her eyes. "I didn't say my vows. I'm so glad you were around. I'm sorry."

"We don't have to speak now. Just get in..." She climbs into the driver's seat as Ransom throws his bag into the back, jumping into the passenger seat as his mother and Camille with her family come out of the church charging for them. Brittan laughs, pulling out onto the road as Ransom grabs her hand... 

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[justalonelyslytherin]

Apologies are hard

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female Reader

Summary: Days after Ransom has recovered from his cold, everything is back to normal. Or at least it should be, but Ransom is distant and acting weird | sequel to Sicknesses

Warnings: fluff, mentions of ransom's shitty family and his bad childhood,

Wordcount: 1.5k

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A/N: Divider made by the lovely @/firefly-graphics

It was a couple of days later, Ransom had recovered from his cold and they had gone back to their normal routine, back to the usual lifestyle. At least they tried to. 

Ever since there was a strange air between them and she had noticed Ransom pulling away more than usual. He spent longer at work and even after coming home he would go up to his office again. His touches had gotten less and whenever she tried to get close to him he pulled away as well.

It worried her, made her wonder if she had crossed a line and overstepped if she had upset him while she had only tried to help. It wouldn’t be the first time. Having a relationship with Ransom wasn’t easy and it certainly wasn’t like any other relationship she ever had. He had a lot of baggage, a lot of emotional repressions, and many unhealthy coping mechanisms and toxic behaviors ingrained thanks to his upbringing and grim childhood. She knew that when she agreed to date him, even if he had never openly spoken about it before they had been long past their beginning stages. It hadn’t taken much for her to figure out what was going on. One meeting with his family had been an eye-opener.

There had been some very rough patches, especially in the beginning and shortly after they had moved together. Ransom wasn’t used to such love and affection and he certainly had no clue what a healthy relationship looked like. But he was learning and she tried not to get mad at him. Ever. Instead, she tried to talk to him openly about the things and work through them.

Ransom for sure had a harder time being so open and voicing his thoughts and inner emotions but he always listened to her, even if he played the annoyed brat. He was trying and for that, she loved him even more. All the trying paid off too as he was steadily getting better in it.

The way he had pulled back from her after his small sickness however was concerning for her. Not entirely unusual for him - once again - but still odd. His strange behavior lasted too long. Ransom sulked and he pulled back, that was normal. After a day or two, he would come back, slowly getting closer to her again and reclaiming his old position in their dynamic, most of the time they were even closer afterward. Now, he had been behaving oddly for more than just a day or two and it didn’t seem to wane.

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the two of them while waiting for him to get home. Yet, when she heard the Beemer drive up to the house and park, her heart tightened. While she was happy to see him and have him back home but she was also dreading his reserved and almost cold attitude. She didn’t want to eat in silence anymore like they had the last couple of days, only for him to go up to his office the moment dinner was finished. She didn’t want him to hole himself up there until she had long gone to bed, to fall asleep without him and to almost wake up without him too.

The front door opened and closed with a familiar click echoing through the entrance hall into the kitchen and then there was nothing. No following sounds.

“Ran?” She asked, listening for footsteps, the giggle of his keys, or the rustle of his coat but there was none of that either.

“Ransom?” She asked again, still not getting any response. Deciding to investigate she put the stove on low heat before she walked out of the kitchen. She couldn’t hear Ransom which made her think he might have forgotten something in his car and that he didn’t actually go inside.

Upon rounding the corner into the entryway she stopped. There in front of the door, on the floor before the doormat, stood a big bouquet of roses. Still, no Ransom in sight. It made her suspicious. She crept across the hallway, about to kneel down in front of the flowers when two hands landed on her waist, startling her so bad she might have screamed.

“It’s just me.” Ransom’s voice was close to her ear as he kept her on her feet, pulled flush against his chest to keep her from falling face first into the flowers. Her heart was racing. Actively trying to jump out of her chest.

It took a while but once her heart had calmed down, she tapped his wrist and he let her go. His hands left and she instantly missed them. Even as she turned around.

“What’s that for? What’s going on?” Ransom made a face and groaned quietly.

“They are for you,” he told her, trying to get around from saying the actual words. But she wouldn’t let him get away with it, wouldn’t let him pull back from opening himself anymore. Raising one eyebrow at him she waited.

“Baby,” he whined, put his hands on her waist, and pulled her against him until he had her wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m trying to apologize here,” he grumbled and while it made the corners of her mouth twitch - something he noticed and hopefully raised his eyebrows at - she was quick to look neutral again.

“I haven’t heard you actually say it yet. So right now you are doing a horrible job at apologizing.” She knew he was bad at apologies, he wasn’t used to them at all. Hell, she was pretty sure he never had heard one apology from his family in all his life. But she also knew he could do it and she was there to help him, guiding him with well-meant jabs.

Ransom had other plans however as he leaned towards her and rubbed his nose against hers before he trailed over to her cheek and at last her neck. She stretched her for him, her hands landing on his biceps as he crowded into her space and hid his face in her neck. A small groan came from him, muffled against her skin before he grumbled something else.

“I can’t hear you,” she coaxed, quickly followed by an “Ouch! Did you just bite me?!” He chuckled against her neck, at least until she punched him in the arm.

“Ransom!” Pulling back he looked down at her, a small smirk on his face. The longer he looked at her, however, the more serious he became again.

“I’m sorry,” he cringed at his words but they made her heart race. These two simple words meant the whole world to her. “I am not used to being taken care of.”

“Thank you,” she told him quietly, nearly breathless. Intently he watched her, quiet and overly focused on her reaction. He always did that, gauging her exact reaction every time he apologized, almost as if he feared backlash for it. It was minuscule in his facial expression but she could tell the exact moment, he relaxed and felt even somewhat confident and proud about the apology. It made her heart flutter even more.

Smiling, she embraced him, her arms snaking around his neck. She simply held him and Ransom held her too. His arms went around her waist just moments after, leaning further into the embrace until his head leaned against hers.

“I wasn’t purposefully pulling away,” he mumbled quietly against her hair. She nodded in understanding, “just… didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Do you think you can get used to it?” She asked him. It didn’t take him long to ponder about it before she felt him nod.

“Good. Because I’ll keep looking out for you and I’ll keep caring for you. I love you.” Ransom sighed against her, squeezing her body tighter.

“I love you too.”

He pulled back after that, looking down at her, taking her beauty in and she raised up on her tiptoes and pecked his lips.

“The roses are beautiful,” she told him. Once they had let go of each other she turned around to pick them up. It was a big and heavy bouquet, one she could barely contain in her arms. The smell of them was heavenly.

“You like ‘em?” Ransom asked her, rather casually but with an underlying tone of curiosity and want for praise. One of his arms settled around her waist as he pressed himself against her. It seemed like he was determined to make up for the missed days of intimacy.

“I do. They are perfect.” When she smiled up at him he felt like the world stopped around them.

“Let’s put them into some water. Dinner should be ready too.”

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Hello, how are you? I have re-reading the last update. So after Ransom's suggestion, did Naomi become a big sister? Oh, and if I can give a request, what if the new siblings stole the wife! Reader attention and Ransom felt jealous. Thank you, and have a blessed day.

I'm glad you like the newest story. Yes, Naomi became a big sister. That’s a great idea; I could see Ransom looked grumpy because no one gave him any attention. I hope you like this one, dear.

His Rival

Character: Ransom Drysdale X Female Reader x OC daughter and son

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Comedy. 

Check out another Ransom story as a husband and father in Knives Out AU : Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Ransom knew he grew up with a golden spoon. 

He embraces all the advantages he got his good looks, money, and status. And he has already used to with envy eyes everywhere he goes. 

He never met his competitor until today, and he would never guess that person would be this close to him. 

His rival is his son. 

Yup, after that night *wink*, his family welcome a new member - Felix Drysdale. 

Everyone loves the little boy, and Naomi is protective of her younger brother. Ransom felt like his life was finally complete. 

But there is something only Ransom realizes when he holds Felix. He inherited the same traits from Ransom; he doesn't want to share what he likes. What Felix likes are his mommy and his big sister. 

He always lets out a sound when Ransom gets closer to you. His small and chubby hands would slap Ransom's shoulder  "Dada, no!" Ransom was pretty sure his son glared at him.

Baby Felix will act docile if he’s alone with Ransom. But when you walk in, the baby boy would cry and stretch his arms towards you.

Anyone would think this interaction looks cute, but not for Ransom because his quality time with his wife is disturbed. 

Romantic candle dinner between Ransom and you would end quickly because of crying Felix. He would be crying for his mom. 

Harlan also noticed it too when he held Felix. He told Ransom, “When you were little, you acted like him. We called you a little emperor.”

Ransom felt neglected, but he couldn’t complain because it was his idea to have one more kid, so Naomi had friends. 

Is it bad wishing his son to grow up quickly so he could move out for college?

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[andysbubba]

his thoughts

-> ransom comes home angry, a fight ensues but none of you can go to bed angry.

a/n | fluff and angst? ransom's insecure and it just makes him push away the reader :(( enjoy the fic!!

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You barely registered the loud slam of the front door and the heavy stomps that followed. Ransom comes into the living room, and instantly headed into the kitchen- not even bothering to address you.

You caught on immediately that the Thrombey family meeting didn't go well at all. As per usual. So you stood up from your seat on the couch and followed him into the kitchen where he was tugging off his coat and reaching into the fridge for a drink.

"Baby?"

He rolls his eyes as he chugs the beer down, completely ignoring you.

You stepped towards him, taking his free hand into yours and you press soft kisses on his knuckles. "What happened, babe?"

Ransom snatches his hand away from you, the frown still carved in his lips. "Oh— fucking hell. Will you fucking stop crowding me?" He snaps, turning away from you as he leans against the counter.

He knows he screwed up as soon as those words left his mouth, but his pride wasn't gonna let him apologise. It really wasn't his fault that his mouth works faster than his brain.

You were used to this, still- it doesn't sting in your heart any less painful. Again, still, it's Ransom you're talking about here. So really, you kinda know not to take it to heart— which again, doesn't make it any less painful.

Ransom wanted to apologise- he really did. But no matter how much he wanted to force the words out, it just couldn't get past his lips.

"Hey," You grab him by the sides of the blue sweater he's wearing, forcing him to turn around even though he hesitated. You cupped his cheeks, thumbs rubbing gently against his cheekbones. "Y'know you can talk to me about it, Ran."

This is usually where he breaks, the part where he'd just pull you into his chest and nuzzle into your hair. But instead, the frown he had on his face turned into something more glum and sad. As much as he wants to let himself sink into your touch, he doesn't think he deserves it.

Ransom lets his fingers curl around your wrists, dreading the feeling of prying your hands off him. But he does it anyway, puts up the emotionless Ransom act just so he wouldn't have to deal with what he's really feeling. "Fuck– just leave me alone, alright?" He huffs, picking up his coat and trudges out of the kitchen, leaving the empty can of beer behind and you listen to the sound of his feet stomping on the steps on his way up to the bedroom.

You know it's better to let him cool off a little before you go after him– let him think on his own or whatever. But your gut feeling tells you that it wouldn't be so easy to get through him tonight. That glum look he had on his face earlier on? That's not your Ransom.

You wrapped up your work, shutting down your laptop and stacking all the files you need for work tomorrow. That itself took about half an hour, so you decided that it was probably time to go up and head to bed, maybe talk to Ransom if he actually feels like talking.

He was sitting up against the headboard when you came in, chest bare and his hands holding open a book– probably a new piece that he's supposed to read through and edit or something. He barely looked up at you, just a simple glance over his metal-frame glasses before he's back to reading the words off the book.

If you weren't just a little pissed at him, you would've walked over and gave him a kiss on his nose just because he looks so goddamn irresistible in those glasses. But well, you're pissed. And obviously, Ransom wasn't going to start the conversation or even try to apologise with how he doesn't even bother to acknowledge your presence.

You hated it– the silence between you two, and you could only hear him flipping the pages every couple of minutes and the shuffling of your own movements as you got yourself ready for bed. The silence was too loud and you knew you would never fall asleep if you even tried to.

You grabbed your phone off the dresser as you head to the bed, deciding to grab your favourite pillow as well. You quickly thought about grabbing one of Ransom's too, knowing you'd have trouble sleeping without his scent. But you quickly threw the idea away, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of seeing you needing him just to sleep.

Ransom caught your movements through the corner of his eyes, and his heart beats just a little faster as he clears his throat. "Where you goin'?" He plays off the pressure blooming in his heart even though it's already making his brain overthink things.

Is this the part where you're just gonna go and leave him? Or you've just had enough of him?

"I'm not gonna go to sleep beside you when there's obviously something both of us aren't happy about." You stated simply in reply, barely looking at him before you're turning to leave the room.

He knows he should've gone after you, told you to stay. The bed's different without you sleeping in it beside him. When the door shuts behind you, he lets out a sigh, pulling the glasses off and throwing the book aside, watching as both items bounce lightly on your side of the bed– the one you should be sleeping in.

He considers picking the book up so he can continue with his annotations and edit anything he doesn't find right about it. But even he knows he's too out of his mind to even focus on it. He's worried and it's sending his brain into overdrive. It's making him paranoid about losing you and he hates the feeling.

Ransom picks the book and glasses up, setting those on his nightstand before he switches off the lamp and shuffles down on the bed. His arm instinctively reached over to your side of the bed, realising that the other side's cold and empty and nothing like what he's used to.

His finger clenches around your pillow that you left behind, pulling it to him as he buries his nose in your scent. He'll never tell you this, but he's gotten so used to you, your cuddles and your scent that he just cannot go to sleep without it.

He huffs, lying flat on the bed as he stares up at the ceiling, looking at the neon stars you had insisted on pasting on the ceiling. He'd never admit it, but the childish view really stuck with him and he actually finds it comforting now.

Ransom knows you're only going to the guest room down the hall but what if he wakes up tomorrow and you're nowhere home? What if you just decide that you've had enough of him and you just leave? Fuck– what if you're tired of all his crap and you decide that you deserve so, so much better than him?

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Everything about the bed was wrong. The mattress is too soft, it's like you're sinking into the ground. The pillows are too new and it just smells like detergent, except for the pillow that you brought over from you and Ransom's room.

You weren't used to this– not feeling his arms around you while you sleep or not smelling his aftershave as you dozed off. It was different, and you hated the feeling.

Even as you hugged the pillow into your chest and clamped another between your legs, it still isn't comfortable enough for you to just fall asleep. You should've at least sneaked one of Ransom's shirt before you left the room. It wasn't him but it'd be a pretty decent alternative.

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Ransom drags his feet as he trudges down the hallway. He's slept in the guest room once and he knows the pillows were too soft so he was just hugging the pillow you left to his chest. Just in case, y'know– you'd be too mad at him to even let him hug you.

He was scared to go in, but he just got jealous when he sees you sleeping with your back facing the door. He almost lets a humourless chuckle leave his lips. There he was, needing you just for him to sleep while you're there and sound asleep without him.

There's an annoying voice at the back of his head telling him that you don't need him as much as he needs you. But there's something else tugging at his heartstrings, begging for him to climb in beside you and join you on the bed.

For once? Ransom listens to the second voice.

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You heard the shuffling of his feet against the floorboards and you instantly pretended to be asleep, heart thumping loudly against your chest as you hear the door creak open and a streak of light peek in. There was a quick glimpse of his shadow moving into the room before the door closes shut.

He hesitated before he climbs in beside you, the mattress sinking as he puts his palm on the bed. He knows it was too late to back out when he lies beside you, trying to decide between wrapping his arm around you or just hugging your pillow that he brought over.

Ransom took a deep breath as he lies on his side, one hand sliding under the pillow his head's on and the other shifts to go over your torso. He decided that there was nothing else to lose since he already threw away his pride when he entered the guest room. He pulls you against his chest, before his palm just rests awkwardly by your chest.

"I know you're mad." He sighs, thinking you're asleep so he can let the words spill out of his mouth. He kept his voice low because the last thing he wants to do is to wake you up. "You can scream at me tomorrow if you want to. Just let me hug you first."

You could've turned right then, wrap your arm around him so his hand isn't so awkwardly planted on the bed. But for some reason, you wanted to hear what else he was gonna say.

"I love you." He says, and he leans down to press a kiss against your hair. "I can't lose you– but you deserve so much better, baby."

Your stomach churned at his tone, feeling your eyes water at just how vulnerable he sounds. You couldn't bring yourself to turn, instead just waiting as he continues with whatever's on his mind.

"They said I don't deserve you." He takes a shaky breath. "That you'd be better off with someone who isn't an emotionless scumbag."

You turned immediately, seeing how his eyes were teary before it widens at your sudden movement. "Ransom." Your palm cups his jaw as your mind thoroughly registers what he said. "Hey, c'mon– you're the only one I need, alright?"

"You were up the whole time?" He chuckles breathlessly before he blinks away the tears in his eyes.

"Ran," You ignored his question, instead opting to lean up and kiss his forehead. "They're fucking wrong, okay? You mean the whole world to me, Ransom. I love you."

He shakes his head and he glances away to avoid looking at you. "They're right, y'know. You can do so much better than–" He scoffs, his bottom lip quivering and it only makes your heart breaks for him. "Me."

It pissed him off when they said it, when his own family members said that he's an asshole who doesn't deserve a sweetheart like you. Walt said that you'll just leave him someday when you see just how much of a mess he is.

Your thumbs rubbed over his cheekbones gently. "Baby, c'mon– don't listen to them, okay? I fucking love you. There's no one else I want, baby. And you're not an emotionless scumbag, okay? They don't see what I see. I'm all yours, alright? No one else matters. Just you, Ransom."

You push yourself up, bending your elbow and lean your head on your palm. Your thumb wipes the stray tear on his cheek.

"You can't tell anyone I cried."

You hum, letting your free hand rest on his cheek as he stares up at you. "You're pretty when you cry."

"First and last time, sweetheart." He huffs, even though there's a glint in his eyes. He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and softly kissing your knuckles. "I'm sorry."

"Can I still scream at you tomorrow?"

"You can do anything you want as long as you promise you'll love me forever."

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ransom *heart eyeshshsgdhshzhsh* drysdale

i just know that this man would be the softest asshole when he finds the right person for him. god, i just wanna ch*ke him for being so cute.

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[dbnightingale24]

A Disaster From The Start

Ransom One Shot

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I have to apologize now because no one wanted or asked for this. My brain truly never shuts up, and this the one the one shot I said was coming MONTHS ago. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I hope you all enjoy it! This is SO much longer than it should’ve ever been, but I there’s just so much I couldn’t leave out. Thank you so much to @maroonsunrise83​ for this amazing moodboard!! I am so in love with it!! Without further ado, here's the novel y’all never asked for and I hope you all enjoy!!

Word Count: 31,694 ( I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS)

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI (I WILL PERSONALLY CALL YOUR PARENTS), smut, public sex, swearing, drinking, smoking, cheating, drama, angst, heartbreak, arguing, anger, Daddy kink, crying (so much crying), dub-con, unprotected sex, lying, family drama...I’m sure I missed something, enjoy it though!

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana 

Trouble Sleeping - Corine Bailey Rae

Used To Like Neon Trees

Wild Side - Normani 

Far More - The Honorary Title

He Can Only Hold Her - Amy Winehouse

Summary: Ransom was just supposed to be a good time; nothing more and nothing less, but when he becomes the painful center of your universe and heart...how do you stop?

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You sit on your bed and read your book, while the Nirvana’s ‘Heart-Shaped Box’ offers you a much welcomed background noise. You can barely focus but you’ll do literally anything to forget that he’s in your parent’s mansion. It had almost been two years since you two have been fucking and sneaking around and you hate yourself for it. You didn’t even want it initially, and now it feels impossible to stop. When you let yourself be honest with yourself (and only yourself), you know he’s the reason you come home for Winter and Summer break.

Your dad works for wealthy business people and helps them keep their finances in order, which is how you ended up meeting him in first place. Your father had worked so well with Harlan over the years that he recommended your father to Linda.

Insert Ransom Drysdale.

You weren’t surprised that he and your father hit it off so well; they’re the same type of scum bag. Sure, your father loves you, but he’s barely ever around, parties way too much for a man of his age, and cheats on your mother whenever he gets bored (which is more often than not). Your mother? She has a steady cocktail of pills and alcohol to keep her numb and able to at least stay upright. Yes, Ransom fit perfectly into the life your father had created for himself, which meant you wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

However, it was a disaster from the start. The moment your father first introduced him to you two Springs ago at one of his business parties, you should’ve been able to tell that it would all go downhill.

“There you are, Sweetheart!” your father exclaimed as he saw you making your way around the pool.

“Yes, here I am and now I’m leaving,” you replied, annoyed.

As usual, a majority of his friends, clients, and coworkers were ogling you and making it very known that they were imagining doing filthy things to you.

“What? No! The party is in full swing!”

“I know, mom is in a trance having a wonderful time. You two enjoy, I’m leaving.”

“Well, where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“Out with a friend. Can you not? I’m not a fucking child.”

“Then stop acting like one and tell me where you’re going!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m going out with Sam!” you exclaimed, finally losing your patience.

“I fucking hate that girl.”

“Which is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. I’ll see you later.”

“You can’t stay longer? You’re only gonna be home for a few more days and I want-”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you decided to have one of your parties. This party was your idea, with your friends, your clients, and your associates. All of whom I hate. So yeah, I’m leaving.”

“You like Harlan,” your father pointed out, a small smile on his face as if he were proving a point.

“Well, he isn’t here, now is he?” you sighed, crossing your arms. You hated when he did this shit.

“He’s not but his grandson is. Y/N, meet-”

“I know all about Hugh Drysdale,” you muttered, looking over the painfully attractive Playboy asshole. He had fucked a few of your friends and treated them like complete shit. Plus, it wasn’t lost on you that your father was spending all his free time with him, doing God knows what. “I’m not impressed if that’s what you were trying to do. I’m going and I’ll be back later,” you simply dismissed before walking away as your father opened his mouth to say something.

Ransom stayed exactly where he was, smug smirk tugging at his lips, so you had no choice to brush against him as you walked by. You rolled your eyes before looking over the hedges and seeing that your Jeep was blocked in. “Can you tell whichever one of your dickhead buddies that owns the Beamer to move it? It’s blocking me in,” you asked your father, turning to face him once you were on the top step to get back inside.

“That’s my Beamer,” Ransom smiled coyly.

“Great for you. Get it out of my way,” you smiled sarcastically before going inside.

You should’ve known then. That was the moment he decided to make you his prey. He wanted you because you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him and Ransom loved a challenge. Especially if the challenge was a beautiful young woman.

He was still at your parent’s mansion when you got back that night.

You parked your Jeep and said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was listening. You never drink and drive, but you weren’t aware of just how drunk you were until it was too late. Once you were out, you took a out a cigarette and leaned against your truck before lighting it. You weren’t a serious smoker, but you always had a burning desire for one when you were hammered.

“Those things will kill you, ya know,” a voice came from the shadows.

You turned to see Ransom approaching you, his own cigarette in hand, and scoffed. “You’re one to talk. All the shit you and my dad put in your bodies. It’s a wonder the both of you aren’t dead now. Especially him,” you slur a little.

“Is that why you hate me? You think I’m bad influence on your dad? The one who’s older?”

“I don’t hate you, I just want nothing to do with you. Also, I know you’re not influencing him, but it’s not like you’re helping him.”

“You say you don’t hate me, but it’s not like you were the most welcoming when we first met.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be just fine.”

“Go out with me,” he all but ordered you and you had to laugh. “What?”

“Why the fuck would I go out with you? Why should I go out with you?”

“Can’t hurt anything. You’ll get free food and mind blowing sex-”

“I’m sorry,” laughed “what the hell makes you think I’ll be fucking you?”

“Because you want to fuck me and I wanna fuck you.”

“Yeah, I’m not drunk enough for that shit, Drysdale.”

“Who said you’d be drunk?”

“Uh huh, as entertaining as this conversation hasn’t been,” you chuckled before taking a final drag of your cigarette and putting it out “I’m going inside.”

“Go out with me,” he repeated, annoyance making an appearance.

“Go home,” you laughed, making your way up the steps.

“Y/N-”

“The answer is no, Ransom. I’m not gonna be another notch in your bedpost that you treat like shit and shit talk about to all your friends. Now go on, you’re starting to be creepy.”

“You’ll see,” he smirked before turning and getting into his Beamer.

It’s not like he was wrong. You did wanna fuck him, but your pride and working brain wouldn’t allow it. Ransom was bad news and you had no need to put yourself through any of that. You had seen all the pain your friends had gone through and you weren’t about to sign yourself up for any of that.

You should’ve listened that night, but of course you didn’t. Because why would you? Why wouldn’t you believe that he would be bold enough to go after you? A majority of the guys your father works with or is friends with feel the same way, but they’d never be that stupid.

But Ransom was different.

For starters, he was bold enough to bring it up. Also, unbeknownst to you, he had been watching for a while. You’re the only reason he started hanging out with your father. He saw you a while back, you had just started university not too long ago, and he knew from the moment he saw you that he needed to be inside you. Him fucking your friends? That was just something to hold him over until the time was right.

After the talk you two had that night, Ransom found a way to be at your parent’s place almost every day until you left again. Waiting, watching, and planning.

If you had known what was in store for the both of you, you would’ve tried harder to stay away from him.

“What are you doing here?” Ransom asked, walking up to you in the nightclub you were trying to lose yourself in. You didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over you, drinking in your curves.

“The same thing you are. I’m trying to get laid,” you responded nonchalantly, taking a sip of your drink.

“How many of those have you had?”

“What are you? The fucking police?”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m just looking out for you. Your father is right over there,” he smirked, nodding in the other direction.

You look over to see him all over a woman who can’t be much older than you, in fact, she’s probably younger than you. “For fucks sake, can’t he just stay home with my mother just once?”

“You can’t say you’re all that surprised.”

“Doesn’t stop it from making it all that much more disappointing and pathetic,” you muttered, downing the rest of your drink.

“Let’s get you home.”

“What? No!”

“The chances of you getting laid now are slim to none cause you’re just gonna find an issue with every guy who approaches you. I’ve been around you long enough,” he stated matter-of-factly.

You hated that he was right. Whenever you were mad at your father, you were angry with all men. “I can take myself home.”

“Yeah I know, but you look hot as fuck and I don’t want you getting in some random guy’s car.”

“Since when do you give a fuck?”

“Since I’m pretty sure your father sees me over here and will kill me if anything happens to you,” he smirked, once again pointing to your father who had his full attention on the both of you.

“Christ on a bike-great, he’s coming over. I should’ve just stayed inside like I planned.”

“And then I would’ve missed this,” he smirked as your father approached the two of you.

“Sunshine, what are you-?”

“Save it, I’m going home,” you muttered, grabbing your purse.

“It’s not what it looks like-”

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes. “You can’t play this shit off cause you’ve been caught in the fucking act. Just let it go. Ransom, I’ll be waiting for you outside. If you’re not there in 5 minutes, I’m getting a car service,” you huffed before making your way out.

Ransom was out in 2 minutes.

“Thanks for setting me up like that,” he snapped.

“You’re the one who offered me a ride home,” you shrugged.

“Come on, smart-ass.”

The car ride was mainly quiet, with you looking out the window. You didn’t recognize the way Ransom was taking you, but you didn’t think anything of it.

“You really shouldn’t give a fuck about what your parents do,” Ransom finally said, turning onto some dark street.

“No offense, but I think I’ll take advice on family from literally anyone other than you.”

“Ah, but you should be taking advice on family from me. Cause from one fucked up child to another, it’s stupid to get worked up over people who can’t see their faults and won’t change.”

“It seems to be that you’re encouraging my father’s toxic behavior, so why should I listen to you?”

“He’s an adult, Y/N. The choices he makes are his own, I merely encourage him to have his fun when it covers my own bad habits.”

“Of course,” you dryly laughed as he pulled into the driveway of a house you had never seen before. “What the fuck?”

“We’re gonna have some fun of our own tonight,” he stated simply, shutting off his car.

“This isn’t funny, Ransom. Take me home.”

“So what? You can wait for your whore of a father to come home? You can take care of your drugged up mother? We both need to clearly blow off some steam-”

“What I decide to do is my choice!” you quickly snap. “Take me home, now!”

“No, I’m going to fuck you until you’re completely ruined. I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna love it, because I know you’ve been dreaming of it.”

“Fuck you!” you yell, getting out of car and slamming the door shut. Who the fuck did he think he was? You made it maybe four steps before his arm was around your waist and he pulled you close to him. “Ransom, I swear to God that I will scream bloody murder until-”

“Scream as loud as you want, Doll. There’s no one for miles around,” he smirked against your ear, before grinding himself against you so you could feel his hard on, on your ass. “All of this is just getting me worked up, baby. You decide how you want it to go.”

“I’ll tell the cops-”

“Tell them what? That you were bouncing up and down on my cock all night? Begging me to fill your pussy with my cum? Go ahead, I’m sure they’d love to hear it,” he practically growled against your ear before taking a quick nip at it. “You’re not as coy as you think you are. I’ve seen you watching me, the way you bite your lip when you’ve had too much to drink and you see me talking to your dad. I know you’ve fantasized about me fucking you into daybreak. Wishing I was fucking you instead of your friends, haven’t you?” he questioned, hiking your dress up a little bit before running his hand lightly along the inside of your thigh. You couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth. “Oh? Sounds like someone’s changing her tune?”

“Fuck you,” you spat, still trying to resist him.

“What’s the harm, Y/N? We both get we want out of this.”

“So you can run and tell your friends about how you finally fucked me? So I can be the new “bitch in heat” they shit talk? No thanks!”

“Can’t talk to my friends without your dad hearing, now can I?” he questioned as his hand slid down your panties. “Give in. We can fight this all night, but we both know what the end result will be.”

Two fingers applied pressure to your clit and a whimper escaped your lips. “Ransom...stop!”

“No,” he growled “I’ve been patient enough and you’ve kept up this stupid little charade long enough. Give in to what we both want.”

“I don’t want this,” you protested as your eyes shut and you leaned back into him.

“Your pussy is letting me know you’re lying, Princess.”

“Fuck,” your whimpered softly.

Somewhere in the middle of you debating whether to give into him or knee him in the balls, he removed his fingers and pinned you against his car, before forcing your legs around his waist. “This will stay just between us, Princess,” he husked out, lips only a few inches from yours.

And just like that, you crumbled. Maybe it was because you had wanted to fuck him for a while, or maybe it was the alcohol running through your system, but no matter how terrible he treated your friends, they all agreed that he was the best fuck they’d ever had. Maybe it was because part of you wanted your dad to find out, so he’d be so furious he’d never want to see Ransom, which meant you’d never have to see him again. Or maybe you really just needed to get fucked, seeing as it had been while. Like you told him earlier that night: it was the only reason you came out that night.

Somehow, he had gotten to the front door of his house and unlocked it almost instantly, quickly pinning you against it before slamming it shut. You kicked off your shoes as he toed his own off, leading you both upstairs. When the both of you reached his room, he put down and quickly broke away, untying the little bow that was keeping your upper half covered, exposing yourself to him.

“Fuck,” he moaned “knew you were gorgeous under those clothes, but...fuck.”

“Strip, now,” you breathlessly commanded, unstrapping the lower half of your dress, completely naked in front of him.

“That’s your underwear?” he questioned, looking at the slim and flimsy black material that barely concealed you from him, a small smile played on his lips as he quickly stepped out of his own pants and boxers.

“I told you my plan for tonight. Did you think I was joking?”

“Oh no,” he chuckled “just from what I heard-”

“Let me guess, Tommy mouthed off?”

“He said you don’t do blowjobs.”

“No, I didn’t give him a blowjob. One trick pony minute-men don’t deserve blowjobs.”

“And me?” he questioned, stroking himself in his hand.

“A big cock doesn’t mean you deserve a blowjob, honey,” you laughed, biting your lip. He was definitely bigger than you imagined.

Ransom quickly ripped his shirt off and threw it to the ground, before laying back on the bed, “get up here, Princess.”

You wasted no time climbing up his body, before reversing your position on his face so you were looking down at his cock while you positioned yourself on his face. Almost instantly, he had an arm wrapped around your waist and was pulling you down on his mouth, loving how you fought against him for relief.

“Fuck!” you moan, his tongue assaulting your clit as you placed your hands on his stomach, grinding yourself against him. “Shit Ransom!” you mewled, digging your nails deep into his thighs.

Ransom placed one of his hands between thighs and let his fingers replace his tongue, and used it to fuck you. You clenched your eyes shut, letting yourself forget how much you hated Ransom and everything he represented. He could get you off so easily and it had you believing that he did have the right to be such a dick to everyone.

In a matter of moments, he had you pawing at the bed, yelling his name as your release washed over you. When you were able to get yourself together (which was almost impossible because he wouldn’t let up), you stroked him a few times before taking him into your mouth. That earned a hard smack on the ass. As Ransom’s pace started to quicken, so did yours. For reasons you couldn’t understand at the time, you wanted him to cum hard your mouth. You needed it. However, Ransom wasn’t about to let you get your way.

He smacked your ass hard again, before loosening his grip. The whine that left your mouth made him chuckle. He laid back on the bed, fucking you with two fingers, before removing them and sliding them into your ass. “Ransom!” you hissed, getting your mouth off of him almost instantly.

“Gonna have to kidnap you again, Princess,” he taunted, fucking your ass faster, “I definitely want my cock inside this perfect ass.”

“You better take what you want tonight, Ransom,” you growled as you sat up “this won’t be happening again.”

“Sure Princess, whatever you say,” he chuckled, and you could tell there was a smug smile on his face. “Get this wet cunt on my cock, now,” he commanded.

You were too blissed out to say anything smug back.

You quickly changed your position him, settling yourself right above his cock. You stroked him a few times before finally sinking yourself down on him. You both let out a moan at that.

“I knew you would be a good little whore for me,” he smirked as you placed both your hands on his chest, slowly grinding down on him as you tried to get used to the way he stretched out your walls. He really was as big as your friends described.

“Fucking bastard,” you muttered, looking him in the eyes as you started to pick up the pace.

“Yeah, but I’m the fucking bastard who’s gonna destroy this little pussy, aren’t I?” he moaned, taking your face in his hands. When you didn’t answer, he slapped you, hard. “Fucking answer me!”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” you mewled, getting closer and closer to release and started riding him as fast you could. His cock easily reach that spot deep inside you that had you coming undone for him. “Asshole!”

“That’s right baby, bring yourself off on my cock. I want this perfect little pussy to explode all over me,” he grunted, gripping your hips and starting to upthrust, hard.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! RIGHT THERE RANSOM!” you screamed, hitting your orgasm so hard you could’ve sworn you saw stars for a moment.

Ransom was kind enough to give a moment to get yourself, and you thought it a shame that, that would be the only time you’d experience him. If Ransom wasn’t...well, Ransom, you would’ve been more than happy to sleep over. Happy to have him over and over again. However, the fact remained that you had just in fact fucked Ransom, and you needed to leave before he got the wrong idea.

When you started to get off of him, Ransom quickly placed his hands on your thighs and gripped them tightly. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you sighed, too tired and in no mood to argue.

“Oh sweetie, you think you can just get yourself off and leave? That’s a little fucking selfish, don’t you think?” he questioned, slowly staring to upthrust again while still holding you in place.

“I need to get home-”

“Sorry, that’s not how this works. I’m gonna fuck you until I’m sick of you,” he grinned darkly, starting to pick up his pace. “Besides,” he chuckled breathlessly, “you’re the one who told me to take what I wanted, and Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

Ransom fucked you until you were both exhausted that night. Fucking you in each whole, before tying you up and watching you whimper and beg underneath him, only cumming deep inside you when he saw your wrists starting to darken from the ropes as you pulled against them, desperately needing to get your hands on any part of him.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep, but when you woke up, Ransom wasn’t in bed. You ordered a car service and quickly got yourself together. When you heard the horn honk outside, you made your way downstairs hoping to leave without seeing Ransom. However, he was standing in his study, shirtless (you truly hated how gorgeous he was), and on the phone. He gave you a quick nod and you awkwardly made your way out.

And that was the end of it....at least, that was supposed to be the end of it.

Two days later you received a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

‘Come over.’

‘Who is this?’

‘The owner of the cock you were bouncing up and down on two nights ago.’

‘Go away, Ransom’

‘Aw, don’t be cruel. From the way you were screaming and begging, I thought you had a great time.’

‘I did and now it’s over. I told you it was a one time only deal’

‘You actually meant that?’

‘Yes? Why would I...one and done, Ransom. Bye.’

‘Not bye, come over.’

‘What part of what I just said confused you?’

‘Come over here or I’m coming to you.’

‘What the hell? You can’t come over here! Just go out and screw some girl in a bar.’

‘I did and I’m not satisfied. Haven’t been satisfied since I was inside you...every part of you’

That instantly had your pussy throbbing with desperation. ‘Well, that sounds tragic. Goodbye Ransom’

‘Again, get your tight ass over here, or I’m coming over there’  

‘This conversation is over.’

‘See you in 15, make sure you’re wearing nothing.’

Ransom was at your parents place in 10 minutes and decided to climb up the trellis to your room. You barely got a chance to shout at him before his mouth and hands were on you. Resisting him was pointless because your body betrayed you at every chance, because it missed him. The reactions he could get out of you, the choked cries he made escape from your mouth, the way he controlled you...all of it.

So, that’s when you decided to give in and just fuck him for the rest of the summer, because why not? You needed the release and Ransom was desperate to give it to you. You both had a clear understanding that it was just sex. He’d leave your place as soon as it was over and you were more than happy to leave his place when all was said and done.

It was just to take the edge off from dealing with your parents. Every midday hookup, desperate plea for him destroy you, your need to have him fill up some part of you that desperately needed to feel something other than frustration and anger...it was just to take the edge off.

Which is why when you returned to University for the Fall semester, you left a week early. You needed time away from everyone and school was the perfect opportunity for that.

Everything was fine for the first month, maybe 2 months, before there was a...shift.

‘What are you doing tonight?’

‘Go away, Ransom’

‘You know you miss me.’

‘IF I miss anything, it’s the sex. You are a still a complete and total dick.’

‘Be that as it may, you miss my dick and I miss your cunt...and ass. Leave school and come over.’

‘You are so pretty and so stupid at the same time. It honestly amazes me how you’ve made it this far in life. Even with the money.’

‘Because of pretty little broads like you’

‘Since you’re trying to get sex out of me, maybe you shouldn’t insult me? Just a thought.’

‘How is that an insult?’

‘I’m nothing like the girls you lie to at bars.’

‘Sure honey’

‘Goodnight’

‘Don’t be like that, come over. I’ll apologize with my tongue and make you feel special.’

‘Make sure to order a car service when you get too fucked up tonight’

‘See you in 50 minutes, Sweetie’

‘You CAN’T come here!’

‘Why not?’

‘Maybe because you fucked half my friends and they all hate you? Also, I take I school very seriously. I don’t need you fucking that up for me’

‘I don’t wanna fuck up your school life, just you’

‘You can’t come here’

‘See you soon’

You should’ve turned him away that night. You should have ended it there, but the fucking stress...for better or worse, Ransom was your stress reliever, even though he also caused you a great amount of it. You decide that the first time you let him come to your dorm was when the problem really started.

“Ransom,” you moaned as he started biting and sucking on your sweet spot “you need to leave.”

“You know, you always tell me to leave,” he smirked, sitting up and taking off his shirt before throwing it across the small room “but we both know that you need this as much as I do,” he smirked.

Arrogant fuck.

“Fuck,” you sighed, running your hands over his expansive chest. It really wasn’t fair that someone so awful was that gorgeous.

“That’s right, baby. Stop-ugh, fuck!” he groaned as your phone went off. The only reason he groaned was because you almost instantly went to reach for it.

“Be quiet,” you snapped before answering it “hello?”

“Please tell me you’re not committed to studying tonight,” Sam whined on the other end of your phone.

“That’s exactly what I plan on doing,” you laughed as you swatted Ransom’s hand away from your breasts. He scowled at you and raised an eyebrow.

“The Jimmy’s are playing-”

“You know I hate that band,” you whined, swatting Ransom’s hand away again, which resulted in him rolling his eyes and getting off the bed. He had learned the hard way that when you told him to wait, you meant for him to wait until you gave the all clear. He went home with blue balls that night. So, to kill time, he decided to start looking around your dorm.

“I know but I’m your absolute best friend, so you should go with me to a shitty little bar to watch them.”

“Ya know, instead of putting up with their shitty music, you should just tell their drummer that you wanna go on a date with him.”

“No, he needs to come to me.”

“What? Why?”

“So that way I won’t get rejected!”

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled, as you watched Ransom look over your drawings and family pictures. That wasn’t sitting well with you.

“Just come with me, you don’t come out anymore!”

“Yeah, cause I have homework, which you should do also by the way.”

“Yeah yeah, you and your stupid law degree which makes no sense, cause you don’t even have interest in it.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Whatever, please come out tonight?”

“How about tomorrow night? I have don’t have classes on Friday.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise. We’ll even go dancing after, if you want.”

“Fuck yes! I’m holding you to that, so you better put on something sexy!”

“I don’t have anything sexy,” you snorted, causing Ransom to turn his full attention to you and cock an eyebrow. You couldn’t help but laugh and smile at that.

“Bullshit! Wear something good or I’ll take personal offense! I’ll let you get back to studying though, I love you!”

“I love you too, babe. Have fun and get your man tonight!”

“Blah blah blah! Bye!” she laughed before hanging up.

“You don’t have anything sexy to wear, huh?” Ransom questioned almost instantly once you put your phone down.

“Don’t you worry about that.”

“Why not? I was going to come and see you tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna fuck me tonight, why come tomorrow?”

“To fuck you again?”

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed, shaking your head. “What? You’re gonna drive 50 minutes each night to fuck me?”

“Don’t go and get a huge fucking ego. Not every night, but more nights than not.”

“I’m having a hard time believing that I’m the only good pussy you can find.”

“You don’t complain, you don’t linger after, you clearly don’t need or want anything from me, and you’re wild. God, you’re so fucking wild,” he smirked mischievously. “So, why go without perfect sex if I don’t have to?”

“Fair point,” you sighed, laying back and watching him look around. “What are you doing?”

“You’re the one who decided to answer your phone.”

“Someone’s pissy that the world doesn’t revolve him and his dick.”

“Not pissy, just found something to keep me occupied while you appease others,” he shrugged. Liar. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret from him,” Ransom smirked, holding up a photo of you with a man not much older than you.

“My brother? I would hope so, cause he wouldn’t be too pleased to find out,” you scoffed, getting up and making yourself a drink.

“Brother?”

“Read the tone of that shelf, Ransom. You see pictures of me with my parents, grandparents, baby pictures of me with my parents and the same guy makes an appearance in a handful of them. He’s my brother, John.”

“Your dad never says anything about him and he talks about you a lot. He literally never shuts up about you.”

“Because I’m the stupid one,” you muttered before taking a sip of your whiskey. “He and my dad don’t get along, never really have. He comes by once in a while, but keeps his distance,” you finish, ignoring the pang of pain and irritation that last statement made you feel.

“The smart one.”

“Bingo,” you smiled at him.

“Well, that’s enough of that,” he smirked, putting the picture and sauntering over to you. “You really going out tomorrow?” he asked lowly, towering over you as you stood by your computer desk.

“T-that’s what I said,” you stuttered out, your eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down your sweatpants.

“I’ll find you and fuck you there, saves us both some time,” he whispered huskily, rubbing over the thin material that was covering your throbbing clit. It always amazed you how quickly he could make you desperate for him. “You’re a college woman going dancing. I know exactly where you’ll be he smirked, gently pulling them down.

“Anything specific you want me to wear?” you questioned, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“You already know what I want you to wear, gonna have to force myself not rip it off you,” growled, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around him. “So fucking sexy.”

He pounded into relentlessly that night, like he wanted to prove a point. Wanted you to remember that he was the only one who could truly satisfy you. You were almost asleep when he called your name.

“Where can I get one of these pictures? Linda’s birthday is coming up and I know I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t get her something. This is something she’d actually like, which means she’ll leave me the fuck alone for at least a month.”

“Just take it. I’ll make another one at some point. I always do,” you all but mumbled, pulling your blanket around you tighter.

“You made this?”

“I made every picture you see in that pile.”

“But you’re working towards a law degree? What the fuck?”

“It’s complicated,” you stated simply, before finally succumbing to sleep.

When you met up with Sam the next night, you found that she had invited Tiffany. An acquaintance you were nice enough to, but never let too close. When you saw Ransom later that night, to your true and total surprise, you saw him getting extremely friendly with Tiffany. You tried to not let it bother you (because why should it bother you), and dance the night away with Sam. You could tell he was watching you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. When you turned around again, he was being led to the bathroom by Tiffany and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what that meant.

That’s the first time you felt it.

Jealousy.

However, you just took it as irritation, because who wouldn’t be?

It’s not like you had forgotten the type of man that he was, but still. You were the whole reason he came out anyway. You wore the stupid outfit he liked, bought new sexy lingerie, and he very obviously fucked someone else. So, you decided that payback was the appropriate course of action.

You waited until you saw him come out of the bathroom (it was rather quick compared to the time he spent pulling you apart), and found the hottest guy you could. Quickly, you made your way over to him and pulled him onto the dance floor with you, grinding against him and wrapping your arms around his neck. The poor guy was quick to do whatever you wanted, placing his hands on your hips and keeping you close to him. When his breath was on your neck, you felt a pair of eyes on you. His eyes. A small smirked played on your lips as you pulled the innocent stranger impossibly closer.

Ransom’s eyes never left you and when you briefly made eye contact with him, you could see the anger burning in them, and you smiled to yourself.

It’s what he deserved.

You smirked seductively at him before turning around and telling the guy that you wanted to take him back to your dorm, and he was more than happy to leave with you. Ransom eyes stayed on you until you two were out of the club.

You of course had no intention of sleeping with the poor kid and the minute car service pulled up to your campus, you pretended that you were gonna be sick and ran out before he even had a chance to offer help.

You weren’t surprised when Ransom showed up at your dorm hours later, banging on your door and demanding you let him in. Your response? Turning up your music louder and dancing while you drank whiskey straight from the bottle. If he wasn’t even going to pretend to respect your time, why would you respect him at all?

Neither of you said a word to each other for two weeks.

Ransom was the one who cracked first.

RD: Are you done being mad at me?

Y/N: Are you done being a dickhead?

RD: No.

Y/N: Welp.

RD: Jesus, it’s not like we’re fucking dating, Y/N.

Y/N: No shit, dumbass. However, YOU asked me to meet you there. If I wanted to be a second choice, I would’ve taken longer to get ready.

RD: You obviously weren’t my second choice, I just wanted to get off. Don’t need you being pissed at me and never fucking me again.

Y/N: Yeah, cause you’re such a fucking gentleman.

RD: Just fucking get over it, okay? Come by tomorrow and I’ll make it up to you.

Y/N: No.

RD: Why the fuck not?

Y/N: Because, Drysdale, I have shit to do.

RD: The fuck you do. It’s the weekend.

Y/N: The fuck does that mean to me? I have homework and have to study. I can’t just drive to your house because you’re horny.

RD: Then bring your shit here.

Y/N: What?

RD: Study and do your bullshit here. You don’t have to miss out on anything and we can fuck.

Y/N: So I have to pack up all my shit when we’re done on Friday? Yeah no. You and your dick can wait.

RD: I said the weekend, Y/N. If you think I’m only fucking you for one night, after going weeks without, college isn’t doing much good for you.

Y/N: I’m not spending the weekend with you, Drysdale?

RD: Why not? Scared you won’t wanna leave?

Y/N: Scared you’ll try to kidnap me again is more like it.

RD: Ha ha. Get your ass here tomorrow.

Y/N: We’ll see.

Of course, in the end, you caved and packed a bag for the weekend. Yeah, you were trying to teach him a lesson, but you hadn’t done anything for 2 weeks and your body was desperate. So desperate that the moment he opened the door, you were all over him and you didn’t feel any shame.

Ransom made good on his word and spent the weekend making up for being an asshole at the club. The only time he wasn’t sending you into mind shattering orgasms was when you forced him to pump the breaks so you could study and do your homework. Though he wasn’t happy about it, he let you do what you needed to do.

“Why is this shit so important to you? It doesn’t even seem like you enjoy it all that much,” he questioned, laying down next to you in bed, naked.

“I don’t, but I love my mother so...”

“She wants you to be a fucking lawyer?”

“No, I want to be a lawyer so I can get her out of that shitty marriage with my father. Fuck him.”

“No offense sweetheart, but they’re lawyers much better than you-”

“All the ones she would think to go to are best buds with my dad. She doesn’t trust them and I don’t blame her. If she has someone she can trust, someone she knows won’t do what’s in my father’s best interest, she’ll leave him. She’ll leave him and things will be different,” you sighed softly, going over your notes from Wednesday’s lecture.

“You can do that to your dad?”

“I love my dad, but he’s a piece of shit. You can’t spend your life raising your daughter to not date scum bags, then be one yourself,” you scoffed. “He’ll hate me, but it’s worth it if I can help my mom.”

“What does your brother say?”

“My brother,” you chuckled humorlessly “he’s kind of useless in this department. He’s kind of useless in all departments, but that’s nothing new. I’ve kind of always been on my own and that’s fine. If he wants to pretend that everything isn’t fucked...then so be it.”

“If you ask me, he’s just as terrible as your dad,” Ransom responded nonchalantly before lighting a cigarette.

“What?”

“You’re his sister. His baby sister. I know I’m not the greatest when it comes to family and all that bullshit, but if I had a younger sibling, I’d do everything I could to protect them from our shitty parents. I wouldn’t just abandon them because it’s the easier choice,” he shrugged.

“I don’t think he just abandoned me. He needed to get away from all of this and-”

“Horseshit. He never came back for you, Y/N. He left, made a life for himself, became successful, and fucking left you here to clean up this mess. He knows what you were left with and he just left you here. He barely even comes around. He just cares about what works for him and his bank account. He abandoned you and is as just as shitty as your father.”

You were thoughtful before spoke. “Is that what happened between you and Harlan?”

“You could say it was similar to that,” he scoffed, before taking a long drag from his cigarette then exhaling. “He knew how shitty everything was for me in that house. I heard my grandmother beg him time and time again to at least take me with them on summer trips, but he’d always say no and tell her that Linda needed to figure it out for herself. He and Walt just fucking....it doesn’t matter,” he sighed, putting his cigarette out. “What’s done is done.”

“It doesn’t have to be, Ransom.”

“Yes it does. I’m over it and I don’t care anymore.”

“Sure,” you smirked before looking back over your notes.

“Oh? And you think you’re in some position to say anything?”

“Of course not. Why do you think I’m fucking you?” you smiled at him, and let out a soft chuckle in response.

From then on, things became more...intimate between you and Ransom. You couldn’t explain or understand the shift, and a huge part of you didn’t want to. You and Ransom were complicated enough and you had no intentions of bringing feelings into the mix.

However, you couldn’t deny that the sex was much better. So much better. The little giggles, the sweet nothings, the way your name left his lips like a silent prayer when he got you off, and the way he held you while he was deep inside of you; it was everything you’d ever wanted and more. In the time you two spent together, you let yourself forget that he was who he was and you were who you were. Another mistakes on your end, but you let yourself believe that you were still in control of your emotions and what you were feeling.

Then Christmas came.

Your parents, well your father, had decided to throw one of his famous Christmas parties, and as per usual, he invited everyone you hated. However, when you saw Ransom saunter in behind his grandfather and the rest of his father, his arm around Tiffany’s waist, you suddenly wanted the floor to cave in.

You couldn’t ignore the pain you felt in your chest, but why should you feel anything at all? Ransom was never yours.

You didn’t want him to be yours.

Ransom’s eyes landed on yours, a weak smile playing on his lips, before he turned to greet your father. All you wanted was to drive back to campus, but you couldn’t leave your mother there alone. You knew your father didn’t care about her well being, and you’d blame yourself if something happened to her. Besides, your brother usually showed up halfway through and that always helped to smooth things over.

So, you did your best to make the best of the night until he got there. You made small talk with the few people you could tolerate, kept an eye on your mother as she started on her cocktail of drinks and pills, and made sure to stay far away from Ransom. When you checked the time again, you saw that the party had been going on for over 2 hours.

Where the hell was your brother?

You pulled out your phone from the pocket of your dress and made your way to father’s study as you dialed the number. When you opened the door, you almost screamed at the sight of your father fucking Joni on his desk.

“Sunshine!” he yelled, stopping abruptly and pulling out “It’s not-”

“Fuck off!” you spat before slamming the door to your room shut.

You couldn’t stop the tears that started to fall as you finally pressed the ‘call’ button on your phone.

“Hey sis,” your brother happily answered.

“Where the fuck are you John?!” you snapped, pacing in your bedroom.

“Oh, I told mom to tell you I’m not coming this year. Why? What’s-”

“What?! No! You have to come! I can’t do this without you!” you cried, coming to a complete standstill as Ransom makes his way into your room, softly closing the door behind him.

“Y/N-”

“No!” you interrupted harshly. “I don’t ask you for shit! I don’t ask for your help with mom, I don’t vent to you about dad, I don’t ask for you to come over for my birthday...I never ask anything of you, John! The only escape I ever fucking have is when you come home for Christmas and now you’re not even doing that?!”

“I just can’t fucking do it this year, Y/N,” he sighed pathetically. “It’s too much!”

“Too much?! Too...YOU’RE NEVER HERE! Three days is too much for you?! IMAGINE WHAT IT’S LIKE TO DEAL WITH IT DAILY!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU MAKE THE FUCKING CHOICE TO STAY!”

“WE ARE ALL SHE HAS!” you yelled. “WE ARE ALL OUR MOTHER HAS BECAUSE OUR FATHER DOESN’T FUCKING CARE! SHE’LL DIE WITHOUT US! WITHOUT ME!”

“Y/N-”

“No, you know what? Don’t fucking come. In fact, don’t ever come back again! You’re just as selfish as the man you hate so much!”

“Don’t be like-”

“I’m not being like anything! You’re just as fucking awful as him and I hate you! I fucking hate all of you! Go to hell!” you spat before ending the call and throwing your phone so hard across the room the screen shattered.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” Ransom stated calmly as he stood by your nightstand.

“What the fuck do you want?!” you snapped, angry tears still streaming down your face.

“I wanted to talk to you about-”

“I don’t really feel like talking right now,” you interrupt bitterly. “Jesus, do all of you fucking Thrombey’s suck?! This house is full of men and she has to go and fuck my father?!”

“Who?”

“Your fucking aunt!”

“Donna?”

“Joni!”

“She’s not a fucking Thrombey, Y/N. She’s a fucking leach.”

“Be that as it fucking may, she shares the same last name as the rest of you shit birds and I just caught my dad fucking her in his study!”

“Y/N, please calm down-”

“Why are you even here, at this party, at all?” you continued on, starting to pace again. “Why the fuck did you need to bring Tiffany?!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen your dad, and I didn’t want him to get suspicious about anything.”

“Why the fuck would he have gotten suspicious?!”

“I had planned on sneaking you up here-”

“That’s not happening tonight!”

“I know, Y/N, please just calm down,” Ransom pleaded softly, slowly making his way over to you.

“Just get out! I don’t want you here and I don’t want to see you! Get out!”

“No.”

“I mean it! Get the fuck out of my room!”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Ransom! Get off of me!” you yelled as he pulled you in close. The harder you pushed and hit him, the tighter he held you. “Get off! Get off of me! I hate you!”

“No, you don’t,” he responded softly.

“Yes I do! Yes I do!” you cried as you finally started to give in. “I hate everyone!”

“Y/N-”

“Why is it always me?! Why is it all always on me?!”

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know,” he responded with a heavy sigh as he softly rubbed your back. “I’m getting you out of here.”

“I can’t leave her alone here. Especially after what I just saw,” you sobbed into his chest.

“Pack up some clothes and whatever else you need. When I get back, we’re leaving. You’re not staying here tonight,” Ransom commanded softly as he let go of you.

“Where are you going?”

“Do what I said,” he stated before walking out.

You took a moment to dry your eyes and get yourself together, before grabbing one of your overnight bag and throwing in random clothes and a few things for school. You picked your phone up and cursed yourself when you saw the giant cracks on the screen.

At least the damn thing still worked.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Ransom stated softly, coming back into your room.

“What about my-”

“Harlan’s gonna take her back to the mansion with him. All I told him was that being here wasn’t good for her right now. He didn’t ask anything and said he’d take care of her.”

“He did?”

“He’s good at taking care of people that aren’t his family,” Ransom scoffed. “Now lets go.”

You quickly grabbed your coat as you followed behind Ransom. You’d forgotten to ask him how Tiffany would get home, but it’s not like you actually gave a damn.

“Sunshine, please just talk to me,” your father pleaded quietly, coming up behind you and softly grabbing your wrist.

“Let go of me,” you growled lowly, turning to meet his gaze as Ransom went on.

“Please, you can’t just-”

“The only reason I’m not screaming at you right now is because I don’t want to embarrass mom,” you snapped coldly. “Do not call me, do not text me, and don’t try to visit me on campus. Stay the fuck away from me!” you quietly snapped viciously, ripping your wrist away from him.

“Y/N-”

“You’re a piece of shit and I want nothing to do with you,” you finished harshly before storming out.

The minute you got into Ransom’s car, you fell apart all over again. Ransom didn’t say a word, he just kept one hand on the steering wheel, while the rested on your lap. You kept trying to stop, but you just couldn’t. All of the pain and anger you had been holding in for years had finally become too much, and you couldn’t stop. To make matters worse, you were having a breakdown in front of Ransom of all people.

When you two finally reached his house, you barely had any energy left. You grabbed your bags and slowly made your way out of the car and up the walkway to his house.

“Give me those,” he demanded softly, grabbing your overnight back and your backpack. “Go upstairs and take a shower. You need to relax.”

“Ransom-”

“I’ll put your stuff in my room and bring you up something to eat. Go,” he stated, nodding towards the stairway.

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it when Ransom raised his eyebrow. You slowly made your way up the steps and kicked off your shoes in his room, before removing your coat and tossing it on the bed. As you made your way to the bathroom connected to his room, you stopped his dresser and made yourself a drink. How you’d manage to get through the whole day sober was a mystery you’d never figure out.

When you finally made it to the shower, you made the water as hot as you could stand it. You just wanted to disappear for a while and forget. However, no matter how much you always wanted to forget, you never could. Tears started to fall again as the days events played again in your head. You still couldn’t decide if you actually hated your brother, but your father...you were determined than ever to get your degree after what you saw.

Finally deciding that you’d burned your skin enough, you turned off the water and grabbed a towel that had been hanging up as you made your way out of the shower. You wiped the steam off of the mirror and gave yourself a good look over.

You truly were spent.

When you made your way back into Ransom’s room, he was laying on the bed and flipping through channels, a plate of pizza rolls next to him.

“It’s all I had, sorry,” he said with a small laugh.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, “I’m not all that hungry anyway.”

“You need to eat, Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat and slowly made your way over to the bed. “Sorry for ruining your Christmas Eve,” you mumbled.

“I was spending it with my shitty family. It was already ruined,” he shrugged.

“Why are you being so nice to me? This isn’t...you.”

“You’re not like them. My family, your parents...me. I don’t know, it just...you deserve better and seeing you like that...I couldn’t just leave you like that. It didn’t feel right,” he finished looking over at you. “You’re not eating.”

“Yeah yeah,” you sighed, grabbing a pizza roll and ignoring the little bit of your heart that swelled with happiness at his words.

“Do you wanna sleep in your own clothes or do you wanna sleep in something of mine?”

“Is it okay if I sleep in one of your sweaters?”

“Yeah, keep eating.”

“I’m eating!” you snapped, before shoving another pizza roll in your mouth.

He picked out of one of his gray pullovers and tossed it over to her, before grabbing a glass and making himself a drink. You pulled the towel off of you and pulled the pullover on before using the towel to dry your hair.

If Ransom hadn’t been...well, Ransom, all of this would’ve been sweet. It felt so normal and comfortable.

You two fit so well together in that moment.

“Would you mind grabbing my glass out of the bathroom and making me one too?” you asked, after you ate the last pizza roll.

“Anything specific?”

“I had whiskey before so...”

“I gotcha,” he nodded before briefly disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing with your glass in hand.

You tried to get into the holiday movie he put on, It’s A Wonderful Life, but your mind wouldn’t stop going over everything. Just as Ransom set your drink down, your phone started buzzing. You wanted to ignore it, but if your mother needed you, you’d hate yourself if you weren’t there for her. You scowl to yourself when you see it’s just a text from your brother.

Big Brother❤: What the fuck happened tonight?! Dad won’t stop texting me.

Y/N: Fuck off

Big Brother❤: Y/N, you can’t be mad at me for this. Whatever happened tonight, isn’t my fault. Dad is who he is.

Y/N: You abandoned me. I have been there for you every time you’ve needed me and you just, you know what? It doesn’t fucking matter. I’m going to bed.

Big Brother❤: Dad said you went back to campus. What about mom? What about Christmas dinner?

Y/N: So, it’s fine for you to skip it but not me?

Big Brother❤️: She expects you to be there!

Y/N: Fuck off.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you tossed your phone on the nightstand and grabbed your drink.

“Wanna talk about it?” Ransom asked, taking the plate off the bed and placing it on the nightstand by him.

“No, because it’s just more of the same shit,” you muttered before downing your drink. “I’m supposed to be the one who cleans up after everyone and I just...I just don’t wanna think about it,” you huffed as you felt your eyes starting to water again. “You said my father hasn’t seen you in a while,” you sniffled as you cleared your throat “why not?”

“Haven’t felt like going out lately...I don’t feel like being around him.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just getting old. Figured I’d just take a break for a while. Maybe when Spring starts up,” he shrugged as his gaze went back to the screen.

You scooted over to Ransom and cuddled up against him. You would never do this any other time, but this was different. You just needed to feel something other than the pain you were feeling.

“What can I do?” he asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“I just...if you could just keep being nice to me? Just keep holding me?”

“I can do that,” he whispered into your hair before kissing it.

You don’t even know when you fell asleep, but you did know that sleeping in Ransom’s arms was the best sleep you’d had in a while.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, eyes still closed as you felt something wet and pleasurable on your clit. “Y-yes please,” you begged, still not fully awake. As your hand traveled down it was met with something soft and fluffy, and you gripped it, slowly putting two and two together. “I’m so close, please...please!” you cried, eyes slowly opening. When you felt something push it’s way inside of you, you let out a silent gasp as the assault on your clit became even more urgent. “Y-yes...YES!” you cried out as you came hard, your toes curling.

Ransom stayed down in between for a bit, cleaning up the mess you made, before slowly kissing his way up your body. “Just wanna make you feel good, baby. I just wanna make you feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips before thrusting himself into you.

Ransom was relentless on Christmas morning. He kissed you in all the places you loved and fucked you in every position that made you explode for him. He only stopped when you were truly spent.

“Do you...do you wanna go to Harlan’s for Christmas? So you can see your mom?” he asked, breathless, as he laid down next to you.

“Mhm,” was all you could think to reply with.

You both took a moment to rest up before deciding it was time for a shower. Even then, he was all over you, bringing you off with his fingers and his tongue, loving how you were responding to him.

“Ransom, if we keep this up, we’re never gonna make it to Harlan’s,” you breathed out heavily as Ransom got on his feet.

“Do you really wanna go?” he smirked, before kissing you deeply.

“No,” you sighed, once you two broke away “but I need to see her. To make sure she’s okay,” you moaned as he hoisted you up against the shower wall and forced your legs around his waist.

“I promise,” he grunted as he thrust himself inside of you “we’ll leave in a bit.”

“W..what’s with you this morning?” you moaned, your hands running through his hair as you met his gaze. “Am I not-”

“You’re perfect,” he groaned “and I just wanna make you feel good. My gift to you is fucking you senseless.”

“Well it’s an amazing fucking gift. Best gift I’ve ever gotten,” you giggled with a moan as your legs tightened around him.

After sending you over the edge for what felt like the millionth time, you both cleaned yourselves off in the shower, before finally getting dressed and making your way to Harlan’s. As you arrived, you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you, and you let out a heavy sigh as Ransom turned off the car.

“Hey, we don’t have to go in there. We can go back right now and-”

“No no, I need to be here for her. She’s my mother.”

“Exactly. She’s your mother. It’s not your job to play parent.”

“If I don’t do it, who will?” you asked, turning to meet Ransom’s gaze with watery eyes.

“If you feel uncomfortable or upset at any point, you let me know and we’ll leave.”

“Ransom-”

“I mean it, Y/N. My family sucks and I know Joni is here. If at any point you want to go, just tell me and we’ll go back to my place, okay?”

You merely nodded before wiping away the few tears that had managed to escape.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he whispered before kissing your cheek.

Your mother almost knocked you over with the hug she gave you as you both came into the house.

“I didn’t think I’d see you today! Your father said you went back to campus!” she beamed, holding onto you as if her life depended on it.

“I’ll always come back to spend time with my mom,” you smiled, as you wrapped her in the tightest hug you could muster.

“Thank you for bringing her,” she smiled towards Ransom once she finally let go of you.

“I was out that way so it just made sense,” he shrugged as if it were nothing, before walking past the both of you and settling into the living area.

You made your rounds and said hi to everyone, glaring daggers at Joni when she approached you, before you and your mother decided to have a talk in Harlan’s study.

“You can just leave him, you don’t have to live like this!” you snapped at your mother before taking a sip of your drink.

“Everything is in his name, Y/N. The accounts, the cars, the house....all of it is in his name. If I leave, he gets everything.”

“Okay, then you’ll have to start all over again! What’s the problem-”

“I got him to where he is!” she snapped after lighting her cigarette. “Your father had nothing before he met me and I was dumb enough...” she trailed off as she started to cry. “He wasn’t like this. He was so much better and loved me. Truly loved me.”

“Ma, you can’t keep going on like this. You’re gonna kill yourself.”

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

“Mom! Don’t say shit like that!”

“It’s not like I’ve been the best mom and I’m clearly not the best wife-”

“He’s a fucking idiot! Don’t downplay yourself! You raised John and I-”

“John doesn’t even come around! He hates me!”

“He doesn’t hate you! He’s just a selfish piece of shit.”

“Y/N-”

“Mom, if you could get yourself a lawyer that you trust, truly trust, would you leave him?”

“I’d like to think I would,” she laughed humorlessly “but I love him, baby. I know how stupid I sound, and I know I shouldn’t but we built a life together. I met him when I was 14 and...baby, it’s not as simple as I want it be. As simple as I wish it was,” she sobbed.

After that talk, you needed to get out and as far away as possible, and Ransom could tell the moment he laid eyes on the both of you as you made your way back into the living area.

Almost instantly, he had the servers put together to-go plates for the both of you, before telling his family that he needed to go and he’d be taking you since he brought you. When your mother offered to have a car service come and get you, you told her that it was better for Ransom to take you because the earlier you got back, the earlier you could finish up on the work you had started on.

The minute you both got inside his car, the tears started right back up.

“Y/N-”

“What is the purpose of any of this if she isn’t even sure she’ll leave him? Why am I stressing if she’ll probably just stay with him?!”

“Just take a deep breath,” he cooed, taking your hand in his as he raced back to his house.

“She’s at Harlan’s fucking mansion! What more of a sign does she need that it’s time for her to fucking leave him?!”

“You can’t force her to make better choices. Isn’t that what you told me a few months ago when we were talking in your dorm?”

“That’s different!”

“How? She knows who he is, how he is, and she still loves him and keeps waiting for him to change. You’ve done all you can. At some point, she has to do the hardest part herself. She can’t just keep making you her lifeline,” he finished softly as he pulled into the gravel filled driveway of his home.

“I just...I don’t fucking know what to do anymore,” you cried, embarrassed to be crying in front of Ransom once again.

“What will make you feel better?” he asked as turned off his car.

You answered before you could stop yourself. “You.”

You were on Ransom in a heartbeat, straddling him in the driver’s seat of his Beamer. He left you in control as you took what you needed from him and he kissed your tears away. Riding him as hard and aggressively as you could, bringing you both to heaven in almost no time at all.

You spent the rest of your Winter Break with Ransom. Underneath or on top of him, letting him fuck you into oblivion, because you just didn’t want to feel or think anymore.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You both knew that there was another change in your “relationship”, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge it, because neither of you wanted to admit that it had become more than just sex. When it was finally time for you to go back, Ransom drove you despite you begging him not to.

“Do you need me to grab you anything?” he asked as you both sat in his car.

“No, I’m good. I have everything I need,” you mumbled looking out the window.

“Well...I guess I’ll see you around then.”

“I guess so.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Sounds good to me,” you smiled weakly before you grabbed your bags and got out of his car.

You and Ransom didn’t speak for a month after that. While it hurt you for reasons you refused to talk about, you understood why. That break had been too intimate for the both of you and all of the lines had been blurred. You kept telling yourself that didn’t want or need Ransom, but the fact that your heart longed for him so much let you know that was a lie.

However, you weren’t ready to admit that.

You’d gone out and had random hookups, but they all felt wrong. You knew he was out doing the same thing, but you still felt as if you were betraying him to an extent, which only made you feel like shit afterwords.Well, that and no one could truly satisfy you like he could.

So, when Ransom showed up announced at your dorm room door, you didn’t turn him away. You didn’t protest when he didn’t leave after you got him off the first time, and you didn’t wake him up and send him off when he fell asleep next to you; holding you tight.

Instead, you decided to lie to yourself and tell yourself that it was still just sex. You told yourself that you’d never been fucked so good in your life and you just weren’t ready to quit him yet. When you pulled him back into your bed when he tried to leave? You told yourself it was because you weren’t truly satisfied, even though you knew it was a lie. You let him hang around and watch you sketch and paint pictures because you told yourself it was better than being alone with your thoughts, when in reality, just being with him was better than anything else.

“You’re not you, at all,” Sam laughed as you two walked to another bar. “What the fuck is going on? Are you in love?”

“What? No!” you laughed, as you two stumbled across the street. “I’m just getting fucked regularly,” you laughed as you pulled out your pack of cigarettes and lit one.

“Oh? By who? Steve Daniels? God, he looks like he would be such a good time,” Sam groaned as she stole a cigarette from you.

“No,” you laughed “Ransom Drysdale.”

“Y/N...you can’t be fucking serious!” she snapped coming to a complete stop.

“What? Oh, come on! I’m not that stupid!”

“You clearly must be! You fell in love with Ransom?!”

“I’m not in love!”

“Babe, I hate to break it to you, but you are. You are so in love-”

“Stop it, Sam,” you warned.

“Why? We’re best friends and I’m supposed to tell you when you’re making a bad choice. Ever since Christmas-”

“There’s your first mistake, Sherlock. We were fucking long before Christmas.”

“Jesus Y/N!”

“You’re ruining my buzz! Stop!” you whined as you took a drag from your cigarette.

“Fine Y/N, but I’m just going to tell you to tread lightly,” she warned as you two finally reached your destination.

“I thought fucking Ransom was a right of passage around here,” you smirked as you put your cigarette out.

“You’re not like the rest of us,” she humorlessly laughed, putting her own cigarette out.

You did your best to put the conversation you both had out of your mind and just have fun with Sam, but the reality of her words wouldn’t leave you alone. It didn’t help that you saw Ransom that night, dancing with another girl and very much enjoying himself. When his eyes landed on you, you quickly turned away and made your way back to the bar, ignoring the pain that only he could cause.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” he slightly slurred as he made his way over to you.

“Yeah no, I just thought I’d have a girl’s night out with Sam,” you smiled softly as you motioned towards Sam, who was glaring daggers at him.

“You haven’t been available lately, so I just thought-”

“No, it’s okay,” you say with a faux smile “you’re free to do whatever you want, Ransom. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I can leave with you-”

“That girl has been working hard to leave with you for about an hour, it’d be a shame if I ruined it for her.”

“Y/N-”

“Enjoy your night,” you smiled before walking off with Sam.

You quickly settled your tab and quickly made your way out. You couldn’t have stopped your tears if you wanted to.

“Y/N-”

“No, I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine. I’m just tired,” you cried as you walked as quickly as you could away from the bar.

“Babe-’

“Sam please,” you cried “I made this choice. I decided to start this up with him and I’m fine. I’m fucking fine!”

Sam walked you back to your dorm room and stayed with you for a bit, before stumbling out of your room and making her own way back to her dorm. You were finally ready for sleep when you heard your phone buzz.

RD: I hurt you tonight, didn’t I?

Y/N: What do you mean?

RD: I saw the look in your eyes. I hurt you.

Y/N: Did you enjoy your night?

RD: No, she was annoying and the sex was bad.

‘So he did sleep with her,’ you thought to yourself before responding.

Y/N: Well, better luck next time, I guess.

RD: I wanna see you.

Y/N: You already saw me.

RD: You know what I mean, Y/N.

Y/N: Not tonight, Ransom. You’re drunk and so am I. It’s probably best for us to table this for a while.

RD: Because I hurt you?

Y/N: You didn’t hurt me, Ransom.

RD: Don’t lie to me. I know you.

Y/N: You didn’t. I hurt myself and that’s nothing new.

RD: Let me come over and make it better.

Y/N: Not tonight.

You put your phone down and turned off the light in your room, before rolling over and trying to drift off to sleep. You were almost asleep when you heard your phone buzz. Against your better judgment, you checked to see who it was.

RD: I don’t want to be him. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry that I hurt you tonight. I’m not like him...your father. I mean...I guess I am, but I don’t want to be that way with you. I’m just...I’m sorry, okay? Enjoy your night.

You read that message over and over again until you fell asleep. You weren’t at all surprised when he text you the next day trying to explain himself and the conversation you two had the night before. You simply shrugged it off as no big deal and telling him it was fine because you both had way too much to drink.

In reality, it had meant the world to you, but you weren’t going to admit that to him or yourself. You both agreed that it would be best if you two took a break, and you told yourself you were fine with it because you needed to focus on school.

In reality, school wasn’t all that hard for you and you had no desire to focus more than you needed to. Instead, you went back to painting and drawing, and spending way too much time focusing on your mother and all of the issues there. In two months time, you were ready to text Ransom and ask him to come over, but you couldn’t. You knew you were in too deep already, so you decided to visit your mother one weekend instead.

As fate would have it, Ransom was back to hanging out with your father and was there when you arrived to pick your mom up for lunch.

“Sunshine! This is a-”

“Fuck off,” you snapped at your father, pushing right past him and making your way upstairs. As soon as you reached the top step, Ransom was coming out of the bathroom. “Oh,” was all you said.

“I didn’t know you’d be here today...we’re supposed to go out tonight, but he wanted-”

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” you smiled softly. “Have fun.”

“You okay?” he asked as you tried to move past him.

“Everything’s fine,” you lied, refusing to meet his gaze.

“I know we decided to stop for a while, but I’m not sure if you wanna talk to me or not, and I don’t-”

“You can text me whenever you want, I really do need to go though. I’m taking my mom to lunch so...”

“Yeah no, of course. I guess I’ll talk to you later,” he mumbled as he awkwardly stepped aside.

When you got to your parents’ room, your mother was standing there with a shit eating grin on her face.

“Don’t,” you stated simply.

“Yes ma’am,” she chuckled before stepping out of her room.

You two spent the first hour of your lunch catching up and talking about school. She asked if there was anything that could make your time there any easier. You, in all your snarky spirit, told her that a divorce from your father would be the best gift she could give you for graduation.

“We can’t all be as in love as you and Ransom,” she smirked as the waiter dropped off another round of drinks.

“What are you talking about?” you scoffed before taking a sip of your whiskey.

“I saw you two today.”

“You saw nothing. We were just talking.”

“I saw how you two looked at each other. How he looked at you. He loves you.”

“Ransom loves sex, not people. Besides, it would never work out. He hangs out with dad.”

“He hasn’t for a while. This is the first time he’s seen him in months.”

“Well, good for him.There’s nothing going on and nothing ever will,” you shrugged, taking another sip of your drink.

“Whatever you say,” she chuckled before sipping on her Mai Tai. “So, how do you feel about a little retail therapy?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You two spent the rest of the day laughing, talking, boozing, and shopping. As per usual, she hated everything you wanted and you took deep pride in that. By the time the car service brought you two back to mansion, you were both pretty drunk.

“You are staying here tonight?” your mother asked as she stumbled into the kitchen.

“Nope no, I’m going back to campus,” you hiccuped.

“If you wait till the morning, I can get a service-”

“I don’t wanna be around him,” you stated firmly.

“You know he loves you.”

“And I love him, but he’s still a piece of shit and I’d prefer to be around him as little as possible,” you grumbled, pulling your phone out just as Ransom came into the living area. “I thought you were going out?”

“Uh yeah, we were but business came up and he’s been doing that for the last...4 hours? Everyone else is waiting in the other room, but I’m gonna head out.”

“Well, drive safe,” you mumbled, looking back at your phone. He looked too good and you were way too drunk.

“Ransom, are you going home or are you going to out for the night?” your mother asked, leaning against the entry way leading to the hallway of your father’s study.

“I honestly hadn’t decided yet.”

“Well, would you mind giving Y/N a ride back to campus? I really don’t want her paying-”

“Mom, it’s honestly okay,” you chuckled running your hand through your hair. “I’m sure Ransom-”

“I was thinking of going out,” Ransom interjected a little too eagerly. “If you’re going back tonight-”

“I don’t wanna get in the way of your plans,” you smiled at him as politely as you could. The last thing you wanted was to be alone with Ransom.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, as he grabbed his leather jacket off the sofa.

“Y/N stop it, let him take you back. He’s going in that direction anyway,” your mother snapped, cocking her eyebrow.

“Give me a second to grab my things?” you asked looking over to Ransom.

He nodded before grabbing a few of your bags.” I’ll be in the Beamer,” he simply stated before walking out.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed at your mother as soon as the door closed.

“One of us should have some fun tonight,” she chucked, making her way to the drink cart.

“Mom!”

“Oh come on! You’re young and he very obviously wants to have some fun with you!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be telling me not to sleep around?!”

“I’m a cool mom,” she laughed before taking a sip of her vodka twist. “I’m not telling you to marry the boy, just have some fun. If anyone deserves it, it’s you,” she smiled.

“You’re nuts and I’m going back to campus,” you laughed softly as you got up from the sofa. “No pills tonight. It was a good day. I love you and I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mhm, be safe in whatever you do tonight,” she laughed as she wrapped you in a hug. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy,” you sighed, feeling yourself getting worked up. “I’ll text you when I’m back.”

You grabbed the few bags you had left before quickly making your way outside to Ransom’s Beamer, him waiting inside of it patiently.

“You know, you really didn’t have to take me back...thank you,” you stated meekly, your gaze staying on the view outside of your window.

“Do you really want me to take you back to campus?”

“Ransom...lets not,” you sighed.

“We spent time away from each other. We’re fine.”

“Not enough.”

“It’s been two months, Y/N. I think that’s more than enough.”

“Don’t. Just...just take me back to my dorm-”

“Is that what you really want?”

“You know what I really want, but-”

“Then we’re going back to my place,” he huffed, turning down the all too familiar road.

“Ransom-”

“Why? Why deny us of what we both want? Things were a bit much over winter, but we’re fine now. This can go back to being what it was.”

“You truly believe that?” you asked, finally turning and looking at him. His grip on the steering wheel was letting you know that he didn’t actually believe what he was saying.

“We’re both adults, Y/N. We can handle this,” he sighed as he pulled into his driveway.

You knew it was all bullshit, but you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You barely waited for him to close the door before your lips were on his. Ransom hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to waste no time getting you both to what you truly wanted. He only made it to his steps before laying you down and ripping your pants open before pulling them off, then pulling down his own jeans and boxers.

“Can’t wait,” was all he said before thrusting himself inside of you. “Missed you so much! Missed having you beneath me like this,” he grunted before licking the side of your face. “Such a good little girl for me,” he moaned.

“Fuck Ransom!” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Anyone else fuck you as good as me?”

“No...no baby, it’s only you for me! Needed you so much!” you whimpered, wrapping one leg around his waist. “Only you can get me to where I need to be.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s only me,” he grunted as he started to pick up his pace. “Are you gonna be a good little slut for me tonight? Are you gonna let me destroy you?”

“Ye...yes Daddy!” you mewled, feeling your release coming on. “I want you to remind me who this pussy really belongs to, Daddy!”

“Ugh fuck!” he groaned, his grip on you getting tighter. “You keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum right now!”

“I wanna feel you, I missed you so much,” you confessed too blissed out and drunk to lie. “I missed you so much, Ransom!” you yelled, cumming

“I missed you too, baby,” he moaned as he came hard deep inside of you.

Ransom fucked you all over his house that night and told you, repeatedly, how you’re the only who could really get him off. He told you how much he missed you and how much he missed fucking you, planting desperate and feverish kisses down your chest, and you did your best to hold on because it was all you could do. When he was deep in your ass, you let out your own confessions.

“Don’t wanna be without you, Daddy,” you moaned, as he relentlessly pounded into your ass.

“Yeah baby? My good girl loves it when I fuck her like this?” he questioned, roughly gripping your hair as he picked up his pace.

“I love when you do anything to me! Need to feel you all the time!” you mewled as you gripped his pillows tight.

“I know, baby. I know,” he whispered hotly against your ear before nipping at it “Daddy feels the same way.”

“I want you to make me yours, Ransom. I want you fuck me so hard that I’ll never want anyone else!”

“Fuck Princess! You know I love it when you talk to me like that!”

“Then show me, Daddy! Show me how much you love it!”

“I promise I will,” he grunted, before removing hand from your hair and using it to rub your clit. “ I’m gonna ruin you for every other man,” he promised softly before pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

Ransom didn’t stop until you were a puddle in his arms. After all was said and done, he was so gentle with you, like you were made of glass. As he cleaned you up, your phone buzzed and it made you remember that you were supposed to text your mother. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw that it was your mother who’d text you.

Mama Bear❤: I’m gonna take you’re not texting me as a sign that you decided to have fun tonight. Just wanted to let you know that there was no one else here. Ransom was the last to leave and I truly believe it was because he was waiting for you. Have you fun but be careful with this one. I love you, babygirl.

Your mind wouldn’t allow you to focus on her words, you just wanted sleep. When Ransom got into bed, he pulled you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, as if you two belonged to each other. He was probably thinking you wouldn’t remember because you were so drunk.

That’s when it hit you: you were the only one drunk at the moment. Everything Ransom had said that night he truly meant. However, you were too tired to focus on any of that. You just wanted Ransom and sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, he was still sound asleep and you were too enamored with the peaceful scene to ruin the moment. So you just laid there: taking him in, listening to his soft snores as he slept beside you, holding you close. You knew you couldn’t live in that moment, but still. Everything was simple and happy for a second. You could pretend that you were Ransom’s, and that he was yours. You could pretend that you’d have that for the rest of your life.

Why couldn’t life be kind to you just once?

Ransom had you twice before returning you to school; as if he hadn’t said all of those sweet and caring things to you last night.

“When’s your last week of school?”

“Next week, I’m packing up and going home. I figured I’ll look for my own place during next Winter Break,” you shrugged, watching different college kids shuffle back and forth with things they’d pack up from their dorms. That would be you in a few days, and that prospect seemed dreadful.

“Come to the Hamptons with me for the week,” he said as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“What?” you laughed incredulously.

“I’m going to the Hamptons the week of July 4th and I want you to come with me.”

“What? Why me? No,” you scoffed. “Go with your friends or Tiffany.”

“I don’t like my friends or Tiffany. What’s the harm? You get a free vacation and we both get to have fun without any distractions.”

“Ransom, stop it. I have my summer classes and my mother-”

“It’s just a week, Y/N. There’s no harm in going away for a week,” he sighed, not bothering to meet your gaze.

The words Ransom whispered to you last night spun in your head over and over again, and you knew you should say no, but you weren’t ready to stop pretending. Not yet. “Just a week, Ransom. That’s it,” you mumbled.

You didn’t miss the small smile that came to his face, though he quickly tried to hide it. “I’ll pick you up from your place?”

“We’re driving?”

“We can fly if you want.”

“No, I just...I didn’t peg you as a road trip kind of guy,” you smiled to yourself. “If you’re picking me up from my parent’s place, you might wanna come really early, or right after sunset.”

“7am early enough?”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled at him. “Guess I’ll see you then?”

Ransom opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it and let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll see you then, Princess.”

From that day on, all you could think of was spending a week alone with Ransom. You told yourself that you’d be smart and just have fun. You needed a break, and so did he. Sam tried to talk you out of it, but you told her (and yourself) that you knew what you were doing. You promised both Sam and yourself that you wouldn’t fall for any of his games: that when you came back you’d focus on school and your family. Your mother wasn’t thrilled about being alone for so long, but she wanted you to have fun and not feel the weight of everyone else’s responsibilities on your shoulders.

You spent the week prior putting together your best outfits, telling yourself that it was just a week of fun. You told yourself that you didn’t need or love him. That when it was all said and done, everything would go back to the way it was.

However, when he showed up to your parent’s mansion in a 1953 Chevrolet Corvette on July 3rd, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

“That’s definitely not your car,” you laughed as you made your way over, bags in hand.

“I borrowed it from Harlan,” Ransom smirked as you loaded your bags into its small trunk.

“Does Harlan know you borrowed it?”

Ransom’s smirk only grew bigger.

“Jesus, what did I just get myself into?” you laughed slightly nervous.

“The best week of your life,” he winked as you got into the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.

The four hour trip to the Hamptons was filled with horrible sing-a-longs (led by you), rest stop quickie sessions, terrible jokes told by Ransom, and you taking a ton of pictures that would never be seen by anyone other than the both of you. You told yourself that you two had developed some sort of a friendship, but you knew it was more. It had been so much for a while.

Ransom let out a soft chuckle at the gasp that escaped your lips. He pulled into a long driveway leading up to a beautiful, luxurious home.

“What were you expecting?”

“A hotel you psycho!”

“Hotels have people, rules, noise policies...” he smirked your way.

“I think we would’ve been fine on the noise issue,” you quip, flipping him off.

“Sweetheart, I’ve had you enough to know that’s a complete fucking lie.”

“Fuck off,” you laughed as he parked and shut off the car. “This must have cost a fortune. Let’s at least split it.”

“No,” he said simply before getting out of the car and going to get the bags.

“No? What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I already planned on coming out here, Y/N. Why would we split this?”

“Because it’s a lot of money!”

“Do you think I’ll be going broke anytime soon?”

“If you keep spending money like this...” you mumbled, following behind him.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of us for the week,” he laughed as he unlocked the front door.

“What the hell am I supposed to do then?”

“Be a good girl for me,” he laughed with a devilish grin.

The first two nights you both went out to clubs and got drunk as hell. You hadn’t realized how possessive Ransom was until multiple guys tried dancing with you.

“Jesus, if I had known that keeping you all to myself in public would be this hard, we would’ve just stayed in,” he muttered as he drunkenly pulled you back to the bar with him.

“Awh, is someone mad that he has a little competition?” you giggled, a small hiccup escaping you.

“Do I?”

“Nope nope, I’m all yours Ransom,” you smiled as you waived the bartender over. “There’s nothing I want except you,” you sighed, leaning against the bar.

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, ignoring the very small part of you that was still sober and telling you to shut the fuck up, and gave him a tepid smile. “What do you think?”

“I have no idea, Princess. Don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

“Do you wanna be?”

“Do you want me to be?”

You debated back and forth with yourself, whether or not you should answer him, before deciding it would be best to not go there while drunk. “Order a car service, I wanna get back to the house,” you smiled before pulling out your credit card and handing it to the bartender.

“I told you that I’m taking care of us this week, Princess,” he slurred, pulling out his phone.

“Thank me for it when we get back,” you giggled.

Ransom was all over you the minute you two got back inside the mansion. While you were used to him being needy and desperate, there was a hint of tenderness. His eyes said all of the things he wouldn’t, and it made your heart yearn for him that much more. You tried to lie to yourself and tell yourself that you were still in control, but you knew you were completely gone for him. You’d crossed every single line you’d drawn for yourself long before you two got to the Hamptons. For the time being you just didn’t wanna think about it.

You just wanted Ransom.

So when you woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast the next day, you were completely thrown off.

“You can cook?” you asked, coming downstairs in nothing but one of his t-shirts.

“I am a capable adult,” he scoffed, placing eggs and bacon on a plate that already had toast and blueberries on it. “I know you like strawberries, but we used them all up the other night,” he smirked.

“Blueberries are fine,” you quipped, sticking your tongue out at him before walking over and taking the plate he made for you. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he smiled softly before kissing the top of your head softly and getting his own plate of food together.

“So, Drysdale. What’s your plan of action today?”

“What do you wanna do?” he asked, leaning against the counter top and taking a bite of bacon.

“Well...do you know how to steer a boat?”

“No, but I’m sure I can get us a boat and someone who knows how to steer it in no time,” he shrugged.

“I’ll steer it, you just get us the boat.”

“What? You want me all to yourself?”

“Yes,” you smiled softly as you popped a blueberry in your mouth.

Ransom was able to get a boat for you two in no time, and you put a lunch together for you both. When it was time to leave for the marina, you told him you wanted to drive.

“Well look at you,” Ransom scoffed, tossing you the keys to his grandfather’s car, “just running the show.”

“I am a capable adult,” you teased, starting the car.

The short trip to the marina was filled with questions from Ransom, and you refusing to answer until you two were out on the water.

“What else do you know how to navigate?” he asked, handing you a full champagne flute. “A rocket ship? A fucking plane?”

“Just a motorcycle,” you laughed. “My grandfather taught me how to steer a boat. He and my grandmother would take John and I when things got out of control with our parents. He taught me how to fish, how to go crabbing, how to fix a handful of things, and so on,” you shrugged as you anchored the boat in a secluded part of the sea.

“Your grandfather meaning...??”

“My dad’s father. My mom’s dad has kind of been M.I.A for a while. He comes around when he needs money,” you scoffed, taking a seat next to Ransom in the boat’s center console. “She’s used to shitty men.”

“Is that why you feel guilty about leaving her on her own all the time?”

“That and a few other reasons. People have always failed her and I just...I know she’s close to giving up. John likes to pretend it isn’t as bad as it is, because he doesn’t wanna deal with it, but...I’m pretty sure we all know. My father included,” you sighed, taking a sip of your champagne.

“Linda is the polar opposite,” Ransom scoffed, looking out at the water ahead of you two. “My grandfather could kill himself and she wouldn’t budge. She still has a chip on her shoulder. A chip she put there herself.”

“You’re better than you let everyone think, Ransom. Better than what they think,” you confessed softly, looking over his sad and frustrated face.

“Yeah? You think so?”

“When you let people in, really let them in, you’re pretty fucking amazing. We’ve been doing this for a while and the small amount of times that you’ve let me in...it’s been really nice. Getting to know you has been really nice.”

“That’s a first,” he laughed, finishing off his beer before grabbing another.

“Because you shut people out. You keep them away on purpose.”

“It’s better that way...I can’t be like this with everyone, my family especially. They’re a pack of wolves.”

“Then distance yourself from them. Hell, I’m pretty positive Harlan would actually tell you he’s proud of you if ya’ did.”

“Yeah sure. If it had been that simple, I would’ve finished college.”

“You went to college?”

“Why do you always sound so surprised when you find out I’m capable of doing things beyond the level of a 4th grader?” he laughed.

“Cause you try so hard to make everyone believe that aren’t capable of doing much more than a 4th grader.”

“Not you.”

“And what’s so special about me?”

“It’s just easy with you, I don’t know. You don’t complicate anything and you just get it. You get me.”

“Only because you let me,” you chuckled awkwardly, turning away from him.

“Well, why do you keep letting me come around if I’m such an enigma?”

“Because it’s simple with you,” you shrugged, taking a big sip of your champagne. “We’ve always been up front about what this is and we’ve always been up front with each other. When your life is full of bullshitters, it’s hard to push one away who isn’t one. Besides, like I said before,” you smiled at him, “you really aren’t all that bad. Just a bit rough around the edges and that’s not entirely your fault.”

Before you could react, Ransom’s lips were on yours. In any other situation you would’ve pushed him off and told him that it was time for you two to head back, but it wasn’t any other situation. You two spent the day opening up to one another, and just being your most honest and true selves. There were a million reasons to stop, but none of them were good enough as far as you were concerned.

“Ransom,” you moaned as his hands traveled down to the hem of your shorts, unbuckling them.

“I fucking love hearing my name leave your lips,” he rasped as he pulled your shorts down and trailed soft kisses down your neck. “I love everything about you.”

“Need more of you,” you mewled, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “I need all of you,” you whined pathetically.

“You can have whatever you want from me,” he moaned, sitting up to pull off his shirt while you undid his swim trunks and pulled them down. He pulled the strings, undoing your bikini top strings, and groaned in satisfaction when your bare chest was revealed. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he husked before slowly pushing his way into you.

“Fuck Ransom!” you cried, loving the way he pulled you apart.

“Just wanna take my time with you,” he moaned, bottoming out. “I wanna remember you just like this,” he sighed, looking down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“Take all the time you want,” you smiled, softly stroking the side of his face.

Ransom dipped down and kissed you deeply while starting to slowly move inside of your warmth. “I love you,” he rasped against your lips. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N! I tried to stop it...I can’t,” he moaned, his pace quickening as you dug your nails into his back. “Don’t wanna fight this anymore!”

“Then show me,” you all but whispered, wrapping one of your legs around his waist. “Show me just how much you love me,” you begged. “I wanna feel just how much you love me!”

Ransom trailed skillful kisses down from your cheek to your neck, stopping to bite and suck on your sweet spot, while one of his hands traveled down in between your legs and started rubbing your clit teasingly. You gasped and arched your back, pressing yourself into him more as you gripped his hair tighter. You clenched around him as he started to pump into you harder; you felt his smirk on your skin.

“That’s it baby, be my good girl,” he grunted hotly against your neck. “I know you wanna cum for me, don’t you?”

“So bad baby, so fucking...so fucking bad!” you whimpered.

“Do it for me, I wanna feel that warmth all over my cock,” he grunted.

You had no choice but to do as you were told. His words and the pleasure he was giving sent you over the edge in no time. Before you had a chance to come down from your high, Ransom had one arm around your waist and was pulling you upright with him, so that you were in his lap, pushing himself deeper inside of you.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now,” he moaned as you placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as he as started to upthrust into you. “How beautiful you always look when you’re on my cock. Such a sweet and good girl for me. Being inside of you...in these arms...it’s the best feeling in the world,” he moaned, looking up at you as you planted your feet and did your best to hold on.

“Please,” you whimpered, your core tightening again. “Baby please!”

“What do you need, Sweetheart? Tell me what you want,” he husked, thrusting into you faster.

“I need...to hear you say it. Please say it again!” you whimpered.

“I love you,” he grunted as he started planting kisses all over your chest. “I love you,” *kiss* “I love you,” *kiss* “I love you, Y/N! Fuck, I’ve loved you for so long!”

“Jesus!” you screamed, cumming hard and pressing your forehead against his.

Ransom kissed all over your face and deeply on your lips, before holding you in place and slowly pulling out of you, loving the moans that escaped your lips.

“I want you on all fours for me, baby,” he cooed, looking up at you in your exhausted state.

“I can’t,” you practically sobbed.

“You told me that you want me to show you how much I love you, baby. I know you’ve got a little bit left for me, Sweetheart,” he cooed softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

How the hell were you supposed to say no to him? You’d never been able to before, so it made no sense at that moment.

You got yourself on your hands and knees for him as quickly as you could, but you were so blissed out that you could barely hold yourself up, but that wasn’t something you had to worry about for long. Ransom wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he smacked his cock against your pussy.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me today, Sweetheart,” he praised hotly against your ear before biting it softly, as you whimpered beneath him. “You’ve cum so hard for me and have done everything I’ve asked of you. You’re so good to me,” he huffed before thrusting himself into you, and you cried out in pleasure as a response. “So, I’m gonna be nice and make sure you feel my love for you, okay? I’m gonna give you what you really want. You want me to do that for you, baby?”

“Y-yes...yes PLEASE!” you cried out as your nails scraped against the surface of the boats panels.

“So good for me,” he grunted before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling hard enough to force your gaze on the water in front of you two. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you...nothing I’d deny you, Y/N,” you grunted as his thrusts started to become erratic.

You faintly heard the waves crashing against the boat as his balls slapped against your ass, and were somewhat aware of how public you two were. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how easy it was for you two to get caught. In your mind, you’d been Ransom’s for a while, even though you’d never actually admitted to yourself. As far as you were concerned, if anyone saw you two fucking on a boat in broad daylight, they’d have no questions about who you truly belonged to.

“I’m so close,” you cried, the knot in your core becoming stronger and more powerful. “I need it, PLEASE!”

“I wanna feel you all over me, Princess,” he encouraged, his grip on your hair becoming even tighter. “Give it to me, Sweet Girl,” he pathetically groaned.

“RANSOM!” you cried out as a mind shattering orgasm broke over you, your arms giving out completely.

“Fuck!” he sobbed, his own orgasm washing over him almost instantly as he continued to pump into you. He slumped over on top of you.

You both stayed there for a moment, completely exposed to anyone who may have sailed by and all the residents with an ocean front view, not caring about the repercussions of your actions. You two had finally told each other how you two truly felt about one another, and nothing else mattered at all.

“I...I love you too, Ransom,” you breathed after a moment. “I have for a while, but we just...this wasn’t supposed to be that.”

“I know, baby...I know,” he sighed before peppering a few kiss all over your back. “We’ll go back and talk about it, okay?”

“Mhm,” was all you had the strength to respond with.

You both took your time getting dressed before cuddling together in silence. Yes, you were both happy to have finally told each other how you honestly felt about the other, but all you could think was ‘what now’?

You both ate the lunch you prepared in a comforting silence, your toes touching as you two faced each other, trying to come up with a plan for the night ahead. When you both reluctantly decided that it was time to go, Ransom held you close from behind, peppering little kisses up and down your neck and whispering that he loves you, while you steered back to shore. The car ride back was light and couldn’t remember the last time you felt so happy and carefree. Ransom just looked at you, love in his eyes and a smile on his face, watching you as sat with your feet up and eyes closed. You could’ve stayed in that moment with him forever.

However, the mood changed as soon as you two got back to the mansion. You let out a heavy sigh as soon as Ransom closed the door behind him.

“This doesn’t have to be a terrible talk, babe,” Ransom humorlessly chuckled as he kicked off his sandals.

“We both know it’s not about to be a fun one.”

“Why not?”

“You know why,” you scoffed before making your way to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine and drinking from it.

“Y/N-”

“You’re not a relationship kind of guy, Ransom. This isn’t gonna work and I’ll end up hating you.”

“Why are you so sure I’ll fuck this up?”

“Don’t make me be a bitch.”

“Then don’t be one!”

“Ransom, you don’t know how to commit and I’d really rather not be your crash test dummy. Cause when you break my heart-”

“You don’t know-”

“When you break my heart,” you repeated, finally meeting his gaze “it’ll destroy the one last part of my world that hasn’t caved in yet.”

“I don’t want to break your heart, Y/N. I know I’m a piece of shit, okay? I know that I’m the last person to deserve your love, and that you have more than enough reasons to keep your distance from me. I can’t promise you anything, but I really want to try. I’ve never been in love and I tried to run from this, us, but I just can’t. God, if you only knew how hard I tried,” he laughed softly to himself. “Loving you is the scariest thing I’ve ever done, because I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I don’t want to disappoint you, I don’t want to break your heart, and I don’t want to lose you. I told myself that just sex with you was enough because it kept you close, but the thought of you sleeping with someone else? Another guy holding you close, making you laugh, feeling your warmth, seeing that smile...I can’t deal with that, babe. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you’d change my life. I didn’t think you’d change my life like this,” he laughed before pouring himself a shot of whiskey and quickly downing it.

“Then what do you want, Ransom? What do you want from me?”

“I want you to say you’ll try with me. I want you to want this, us. I’m selfishly asking for you to trust me, because I really do think I can be the guy you want. The guy you deserve. It may take some work and it won’t be easy, but I’m going to do my very best. I’m gonna do my best to be my best.”

“And if it all goes to shit?” you practically sobbed, quietly.

“At least we can say we tried,” he smiled weakly.

You had to ask yourself if he was really worth it. Yeah, the sex was amazing, but relationships are more than sex and good times. It’s also hard work, trust, bad fights, long nights, and compromising. It’s ‘I’m sorry’ and agreeing to disagree.  

Relationships are everything...but so was Ransom.

“We’ll start off slow,” you stated softly after a beat. “I know we love each other, and you don’t know how happy that makes me, but you’re not this guy in Massachusetts. I can’t just dive right in with you like it’s nothing.”

“That’s fair,” Ransom smiled, hope very prominent in his eyes.

“We’ll see how the rest of this summer goes and then...we’ll decide from there,” you smiled softly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded enthusiastically.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Ransom ran over to you and picked up, spinning you around and placing kisses all over your chest.

“We can do this,” he smiled breathlessly.

“I really hope we can,” you responded, looking down at him as you cupped his face in your hands.

The rest of the week was filled with making plans, cuddling up and watching movies together, dance parties (though that was mainly you and Ransom laughing at you), making love all over the house, lots of talking and bonding, and lots of late night boat trips.

“What if I bought that mansion?” Ransom asked as you two sat in the bow cockpit, cuddled up under the stars and wrapped tight in a blanket.

“What?” you scoffed, turning your gaze on him.

“I could buy that mansion and we could just live here.”

“No,” you laughed, grabbing your glass of wine and taking a long drink from it.

“Why not?”

“We can’t just run away from our lives because they’re not perfect, Ransom.”

“We’re not running away, we’re starting over.”

“Ransom, you’d have to get a job and-”

“1. I’m capable of holding a job-”

“Mhm,” you scoffed.

“I am!” he laughed “and 2. I have actually set up investments and I own a lot in stocks. We don’t need to work.”

“I’m not just gonna be a housewife, Ransom. I need to work. I want to work.”

“Well, with you being a lawyer and your love of arguing, I’m sure we’ll never have to worry about anything,” he smirked and you nudged him playfully.

“Fuck off,” you laughed.

“You don’t think I can provide for you?”

“I don’t care if you can, because I can provide for myself. I just don’t want to be one of those couples that-”

“You don’t care?”

“No, why should I? What does money matter to me?”

“Someone’s pretty full of herself,” Ransom scoffed and it was your turn to nudge him.

“No, you big dummy,” you laughed. “I mean, your parents have money, my parents have money, and everyone is still miserable. Why does it matter how much money either of us has? We can be the richest people in the world and it wouldn’t matter at all. Why should I care about how much money you have? I can make money just like you can,” you shrugged.

“I’m gonna marry the shit out of you one day,” Ransom smiled and you burst out laughing.

“Baby steps, Richie Rich.”

“Lets at least stay another week.”

“You know I can’t,” you sighed, laying your head in the crook of his neck. “I really want to though.”

“Then why can’t we?”

“Cause that’s just not how life works, baby. You know that.”

You both put off leaving the next day for as long as possible, but decided it would be best to leave while it was still light out. After Ransom packed away all the bags, he had you lean against the car, and he took a few pictures before you made him stand by you and take a few cute selfies of you both. If you two were able to make it work, they would be adorable in a scrapbook.

You asked Ransom to take you to his place, since you didn’t wanna risk being seen with him by your father.

“That’s something else we’re gonna have to figure out,” you sighed as you leaned against the window, waiting for the car service Ransom ordered for you.

“We’ll think of something,” he shrugged, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Stay with me tonight,” you begged, placing small kisses up and down your neck.

“I have to get back to my mother,” you responded with a small and sad smile, leaning into him more. “I want to stay though. Sleeping alone is gonna suck.”

“When am I seeing you again?”

“I don’t know, tomorrow? Ugh, we’ll figure it out,” you huffed.

“I can come by and see you tonight.”

“This is so absurd. We’re both grown and we’re sneaking around.”

“We’ll take this at whatever pace you wanna take it, babe,” he cooed softly before kissing the side of your head. When the car pulled up, you let out a mourning sigh. “I’ll come by and see you tonight.”

“Ransom-”

“I’ll see you around 11, okay?” he questioned, turning you around in his arms, lifting your chin with his forefinger.

“Okay,” you responded meekly, suddenly aware of just how much you truly didn’t wanna leave him.

He kissed you deeply, forcing himself to stop when you tried to deepen the kiss, and kissing you softly on the forehead. “You better get going before I make you stay.”

“Maybe I want you to.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll see you tonight,” you giggled, giving him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing your bags and running out of his house.

The entire drive back to your parents’ place, you went through a roller coaster of emotions. No, you didn’t doubt that Ransom loved you, but Ransom was Ransom. He didn’t know how to commit to anything, but also really tried with you. You could tell that he tried to pull back and distance himself, but he was just as in love with you as you were with him.

You two were inevitable.

Everything was fine until you got home.

“So, you’re telling me you didn’t see Ransom at all?” your father questioned for what felt like the millionth time.

“What did I say the first three times you asked me?”

“I’m just having a hard time believing you both left on the same day and came back on the same day-”

“I honestly don’t give a shit what you believe,” you scoffed. “I don’t give a single fuck about any of your thoughts. I went away with Sam for a girl’s week and now I’m back. Believe it if you want or don’t. Your feelings matter nothing to me at all,” you shrugged, putting your phone down and meeting your father’s worried gaze.

“Sunshine-”

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped. “I’m not your fucking ‘Sunshine’. I’m your blood relation and that’s it.”

“You can’t hate me forever, Y/N.”

“I don’t hate you at all, Father. I’m just over your shit and I can’t wait for the day that mom leaves your sorry ass,” you smiled at him.

“Y/N-”

“Close the door on your way out, we’re done here.”

“Y/N-”

“We are done,” you repeated, your voice angrier than it had been the entire conversation.

Your father opened his mouth to argue, but stopped when he saw the look of pure anger in your eyes. He simply nodded before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Ransom text you and said he’d be over by 11, but you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw him standing outside on your terrace an hour early.

“Miss me?” you joked, letting him in.

“You have no fucking idea,” he chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before making his way inside. “How’s everything been?”

“Annoying,” you muttered, closing the glass door before going over and pouring Ransom a drink. “My mother was numb by the time I came home and my father interrogated me about where I was and who I was with.”

“Oh? Who does he think you were with?”

“You.”

“Your father’s a smart man,” Ransom smirked, settling into your bed.

“Fuck off,” you scoffed, handing him his drink before getting in next to him and cuddling up close. “What do you wanna watch?”

“What have you been watching?” he questioned, relaxing as he wrapped his arm around you and held you close.

“My So-Called Life”

“You and this fucking show,” he laughed softly.

“Leave me and my teen dramas alone!”

“There’s only one season! How many times can you watch one season of a show?”

“Apparently a lot!” you snapped before stealing his drink and taking a sip of it.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” he laughed “but we can keep watching it.”

“No no, I wanna do what you wanna do.”

“I have you in my arms. I have everything I want,” he smiled down at you.

You two spent almost every day together that summer and on the days that you couldn’t be together, you both text each other all day long and talked all night on the phone. Of course, there were days when problems came up.

“I’m not fucking talking to you while you’re like this,” you snapped, grabbing your jacket and going to leave Ransom’s room.

“Stop,” Ransom snapped, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you tight to him!

He’d gone out with some of his friends and asked you to come over. You’d expected him to be a little fucked up from drinking, but the louder your argument got, the more you realized he was high on something.

“Let me go!”

“No! You don’t just get to leave because we’re having an argument!”

“You’re fucking high, Ransom! I’m not putting up with this shit!”

“I’m not high!”

“So you’re gonna fucking lie to me now?! Like I haven’t seen you fucked with my father?! Like I haven’t seen you fucked up at clubs?! Getting fucked up at clubs?!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not dealing with you when you’re like this! I’m not your fucking babysitter!”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he sighed, his tone breaking. “Please, just don’t go. I’ve been thinking about being with you all day. Please,” he begged desperately, grinding himself against you.

“D-don’t,” you moaned, excitement building between your legs.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby. Please stay,” he moaned softly, one of his hands sliding down into your shorts and finding its way to your bundle of nerves. “I’ll make you feel so good,” he promised before kissing the shell of your ear

“Ransom,” you moaned breathlessly, your head lulling back into the crook of his neck.

“There’s my good girl,” he groaned, rubbing your clit faster.

You were ashamed that he was able to get you to cave so easily, but you weren’t surprised. No matter what state he was, Ransom knew you could never resist him. It only made sense for him to resort to sex when he was afraid of you leaving him. As disappointed in yourself as you were, you told him off the next day.

“You can’t just fuck me to keep me, Ransom. That’s not how relationships work,” you mumbled the next morning as you cuddled up next to him.

“I didn’t want you to go.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have gotten fucked up and called me a bitch.”

“You know I didn’t mean it, Sweetheart.”

“You still fucking said it, Ransom,” you snapped. “I don’t like you when you’re on that shit.”

“I know you don’t. Truth be told, I don’t like me when I’m like that,” he confessed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Then why do you do it?”

“Because it’s what’s expected of me, Y/N.”

“And what about what I expect of you?”

“Y/N,” he scowled, looking away from you as his face went slightly red. “This all still new to me, okay? I’ve never had someone else in my life that I needed or wanted to worry about. I told you that I’d try and I am trying...it’s just gonna take some time.”

It was now your turn to feel small. “I know you are,” you responded, bringing your hand to his face, and softly forcing his gaze on you. “I love you for trying and I appreciate it. I know we’re still figuring it out and it’s gonna take time, but Ransom...I’m not putting up with the drugs. I just can’t do it.”

“I’ll do better,” he promised before pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “I will.”

From that moment on, you two were fully committed to each other. Ransom made it a point to check in with you every night, and you did your best to go easier on him. By the end of the summer, you truly believed you two had a fight chance. No, you both still hadn’t told your friends or families, but that was something you decided on (wanting to stay in the bubble for as long as possible), but it was enough for the time being.

However, love and life have and life have a cruel way of knocking you on your ass.

You’d been back at school for 2 months before Ransom destroyed your world and crushed your heart into dust.

Sweetheart: I fucked up.

That’s all it took. The simple text held so much weight. The minute you read it you knew it was the end of you two.

Ransom text you every day and tried calling you on for two weeks, but you weren’t ready to talk to him.

You couldn’t.

So when you came back to your dorm one day and saw Ransom standing outside of it with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, you couldn’t stop the automatic scoff that left your mouth.

“You have to talk to me-”

“I don’t have to do shit, Ransom,” you quietly snapped as you unlocked the door to your room and shoved him into it, before slamming it shut. “How long have you been here?”

“Maybe an hour. Two at most, why?”

“Because I don’t need people knowing I was stupid enough to believe you,” you muttered, spiking your sweater down on your bed. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean what do I want? I wanna talk to my girlfriend-”

“Oh, I’m not your girlfriend!” you quickly corrected.

“Don’t say that-”

“No, you fucked someone else! We were together and you fucked someone else! Don’t stand here all misty eyed and heartbroken like I-”

“It was a mistake, it meant nothing! I know I messed up and I’m so fucking sorry-”

“No! I told you we should’ve never tried and you were so dead set on-”

“Because I love you!” Ransom shot, throwing the flowers down, “I wasn’t myself and I fucked up, but I hated myself the entire time! I hate myself now!”

“I don’t care because I don’t forgive you!” you yelled, finally letting your tears fall. “What? Were you waiting for me to fully trust you before you decided to get your dick wet in some other bitch’s cunt?! You thought it would be funny-”

“You know that’s not true! You know I love you!”

“Then why?! I want to know why!”

“I was out and I was fucked up...you weren’t answering me and I don’t know why...I just felt neglected and I got angry with you-”

“I can’t fucking respond to your every beckoned call! I’m at school, I have a fucking job, I have a life-”

“I know you have a life! Caring for your drug addict mother, to which I’m always taking a backseat to!”

“Get out!” you yelled at him, your anger ready to explode.

“Y/N,” Ransom begged with an exasperated sigh, “I’m sorry, can we please just-”

“No! Get out!” you screamed.

“Baby,” he started, moving closer to you, “we can just-”

“Do not touch me!” you snapped,quickly backing away from him. “You’re not going to fuck your way out of this! Get out!” you screamed, tears coming freely now.

Ransom stood there silent, his own tears falling, before slowly starting to retreat.

“You just need time,” he sobbed softly as he reached for the door. “I’ll call you in a few weeks. We can work this out.”

“Don’t fucking call or text me,” you cried. “We’re done. This is over. It was a fucking disaster from the start.”

“Baby-”

“Just fucking go, please. Just go,” you cried.

Of course Ransom didn’t respect your wishes and did text you a week later, but you forced yourself to ignore it. All of it just hurt too much and you weren’t handling it well. The only reason you kept up with school and your job was so that you could help your mother, but you stopped going out. You didn’t leave your dorm unless you had to and you ignored all your friends and family. Eventually Sam wore you down and you told her everything before falling apart in her arms.

She was kind and didn’t tell you “I told you so,” instead she just held you close and let you get everything out. From that day on, she tried to get you to go out and have fun. She wanted you to forget about all of the Ransom drama, and all of the pain he’s caused, but your mind kept getting in your way. After all, how could you simply forget when you couldn’t even bring yourself to delete the pictures you two had taken over the summer? They were the ones you looked over before reading all the texts he sent you when everything was perfect or when it was late and you couldn’t fall asleep. How could you just forget about the only person you ever let yourself truly love?

You couldn’t, but you had to try.

The week before winter break you let Sam take you out to one of your favorite bars. You didn’t think you were anywhere near ready for sleeping with anyone else, not yet. Dancing with your best friend or a random stranger seemed like a very good place to start, though.

You were three drinks in and had your back pressed against the handsome, random, stranger you were dancing with when you felt a pair of eyes on you.

His eyes.

You did your best to ignore his intense gaze on you, but the harder you tried the more you felt it. When you felt the handsome stranger’s breath on your neck, you knew that Ransom was ready to storm over and break up the scene in front of him.

“I’ll be right back,” you smiled sweetly before getting yourself out of the the rather strong grip he had you in, making your way to the bathroom.

You were only alone for a few minutes before the door flew open with a bang. “What the fuck was that?!”

“This is the womens bathroom, Ransom. Or can’t you read?”

“Don’t be fucking cute with me!” he snapped.

The glaze inside his eyes said it all. “Oh, you’re high. Fucking great,” you mumbled, finally turning to meet his intense gaze. “What do you want, Ransom? I’m a college student, you aren’t. This is my part of Massachusetts.”

“Jesus Y/N, it was a break up, not a fucking divorce!”

“What’s the difference?”

“I’m not playing this fucking game with you tonight, lets go!” he growled before grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you out of the bathroom with him.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re taking me?!” you snapped, ripping your arm free.

“We’ve been apart long enough! I learned my lesson and you’re clearly-”

“This wasn’t a fucking break! We broke up!”

“I said I was sorry and wouldn’t do it again! What else-”

“Ransom stop it, please,” you begged pathetically, your will to fight weakening. “I don’t have the strength to fight and I don’t want to. I didn’t fuck this up, you did. This has been the first time I’ve been out since everything and-”

“Y/N, you can trust me. I’ve never regretted anything more than I’ve regretted breaking your heart. I love you. I love you and I’m so fucking sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could take back what I did, but if you just let me show you-”

“No. No, we tried and it’s over now, Ransom. Please just let me-”

“You don’t mean that,” he stated lowly, making his way over to you.

“Stop it,” you warned so quietly you barely heard yourself. “I’m not falling for this again. I’m not falling for you.”

“There’s nothing to fall for, Sweetheart. I love you and you love me,” he rasped as he pressed you against the bathroom wall.

“I’m not strong enough to do this again,” you cried softly. “Please.”

“Just trust me, I won’t-”

“Ransom...if you ever actually loved me...please don’t do this. I’m not strong enough to...please,” you cried looking up at him.

All the determination and intensity in his eyes quickly went away, and was soon replaced by regret. “I don’t want to hurt you-”

“Then please just leave me alone,” you cried pathetically.

All the tension and anger in his face fell away instantly and a softness overcame him.

“Y/N...I just-”

“Please,” you sobbed softly.

Ransom let out a sigh of defeat and stepped aside and you practically ran out of the bathroom.

That night ended with you once again crying in Sam’s arms, inside your bed, until you both fell asleep.

You decided to stay on campus until it was time for break and couldn’t believe how happy you were to be going home. Thirty minutes before you reached your parent’s place, you received a phone call from Harlan. He asked you to come to his Christmas party because he was worried about your mother.

“I love you Harlan and I love my mother, but I really don’t wanna see-”

“Joni isn’t going to be there, darling. Joni, Meg, probably Ransom, and Richard all won’t be there.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. Ransom stays away as much as possible, I can’t remember the last time he came to one of these things. Probably not since his grandmother passed,” he heavily sighed. “That’s besides the point though. Will I see you?””

“I’ll be there,” you responded as happily as you could muster.

When you got home and saw your brother’s car you scowled in frustration. After the stunt he pulled the previous Christmas, the relationship between you two had soured greatly.

“You’re home!” your mother squealed happily almost as soon as you stepped foot inside, tackling you with a hug.

“Hi Mommy,” you laughed, trying not to lose your balance.

“Hey Sweetie,” your Father smiled sweetly.

“Father,” you responded curtly, cutting your eyes at him.

“Hey sis,” your bother smiled, as the girl who had her arms around his waist let go of him. She made her way over to you.

“I’m Ashley! It’s so nice to meet you! Your brother talks about you all the time!” she beamed as she held her hand out to shake yours.

“Oh, it all makes sense now,” you smiled as you shook her hand. “You need money,” you laughed towards your brother.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” you smiled at him before letting go of his girlfriend’s hand and grabbing your bag. “It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

You quickly made your way upstairs and went to your room, slamming the door shut. You’d been home for all of 5 minutes and you already felt like you couldn’t breathe. You took a deep breath and took a moment to appreciate the silence and comfort of your room. However, your relief was short lived when you looked over at your bed.

The last time you’d been home, you’d been with Ransom. Very much in love, very much together, and very much believing that everything was going to work out just fine.

God, you hated how much you missed him.

You kicked off your boots before slowly making your way over to the bed and climbing in, a small part of you hoping that maybe some of his scent lingered, even though you knew it wouldn’t. You’d never known pain like what you were feeling, and you were truly hoping you’d never have to go through anything like it again.

The soft knock on your door pulled you out of your one woman pity party. “What?” you snapped, irritated that you weren’t being left alone.

“Ya know, you used to be happy to see me,” your brother chuckled as he made his way in.

“Yeah, and you used to not be a piece of shit. Things change.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? I really am sorry about everything that happened last Christmas. I-”

“I’d really rather not fucking talk about it.”

“I was wrong, Y/N. I’m owning up to that and am accepting full responsibility. I completely understand if you still hate me and never wanna talk to me again, but please don’t take it out on Ashley. She’s been really excited and nervous to meet you, so please just be nice.”

“When am I not nice?”

“When you’re mad at me,” he smirked before making his way over to your bed. “Scoot over.”

“Take your fucking shoes off before you get in my bed,” you cracked, but moving over none the less.

“Yeah yeah, okay mom,” he mumbled before taking them off and getting in next to you.

“Speaking of, how’s she been?”

“Up and down. She took a few pills earlier so I’m guessing dad did some shit.”

“That’s not surprising,” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Harlan wants me to come to his party tomorrow so we can talk about her. He probably wants to put her in treatment or something, and I’m gonna be the one to have to tell him that we’ve already tried that.”

“She’s not your responsibility, sis.”

“I’m all she has. You’re never here, dad’s a piece of shit who just doesn’t care, her friends are fake and on the same meds she’s on, her mother’s dead, and her father’s useless. I can’t just abandon her like everyone else.”

“She’s the adult, Y/N. She knows that this isn’t-”

“Jesus, you sound like Ransom,” you groaned before you could stop yourself.

“Ransom? Ransom Drysdale?”

“Fuck.”

“You’ve been fucking Ransom?! Dad is gonna lose his shit!”

“Stop! Shut up! It’s fucking over anyway.”

“Don’t tell me you fell for him.”

“I really don’t wanna talk about it. Getting through the day is hard enough as is.”

“You’re supposed to be the smart one,” your brother teased, nudging you softly.

“Fuck off,” you laughed.

“You good?”

“In time,” you shrugged, wiping away a lone tear. “In time.”

“I’m gonna get back to Ashley because leaving her alone with mom and dad is a fucking death wish.”

“Yeah, you kind of suck as a boyfriend right now,” you mused. “When are you gonna propose?”

“Christmas.”

“You’re such a fucking dork.”

“Yeah yeah, don���t stay up here too long, okay? Mom misses you...and so do I,” he smiled genuinely before getting up and making his way back downstairs.

From that moment on, you really tried to be in the moment. You went downstairs and made small talk with Ashley, who you actually really liked, and you stayed close to your mother, but you just wanted to vanish. Your mind kept going back to the Hamptons and how much you wish you’ve taken Ransom up on his offer and stayed there. You kept telling yourself that you made the right choice, but the pain you felt made you think differently.

When you got to Harlan’s the next day, you were so emotionally spent that you didn’t even wanna talk about your mother, but you needed to try; if not for you, then for her.

“Harlan, we’ve tried treatment. The problem isn’t the pills...well, that’s part of the problem, but it’s mainly my father. He has everyone in his back pocket and she feels like no one is gonna be in her corner. She isn’t gonna get better until she leaves him, and I don’t know she’ll ever do that,” you sighed in frustration, before taking a sip of your whiskey.

“Is there nothing we can do to get her away from him?”

“She doesn’t like to go on trips without him. She doesn’t like being away from him. At the end of the day, the issue is that she’s too in love with him. Which is something you’d usually want to be the case for your parents, but he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve her,” you finished solemnly, looking at your shoes.

“Maybe if-”

“Hey, I just wanted to...oh,” Ransom interrupted as he made his way into Harlan’s study. “Didn’t think you’d be busy.”

“You’re here!” Harlan beamed. “I didn’t think you’d come-”

“I just thought we’d talk, but I can-”

“No, you two talk,” you smiled weakly. “Family is important. Harlan, we can continue this later,” you smiled weakly before heading out of the room.

You only made it a few steps before you heard him call after you. “Y/N please!” he begged as he ran after you.

You stopped and took a deep breath before you turned to face him. “What, Ransom?”

“I didn’t know you’d be here...I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. He’s your grandfather, I just didn’t think you’d be here,” you replied softly, looking at everything in the area except Ransom.

“I’m trying my best to respect your wishes, but I fucking miss you so much. I’m so sorry and if you could just-”

“This isn’t the place or the time, Ransom.”

“Then where? When? Tell me what to do, please,” he begged softly, slowly making his way over to you.

“I don’t know. I truly don’t because this hurts too much and I’m just...please don’t touch me,” you sobbed as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I miss you, baby,” he repeated softly. “Let’s just go away. We can get the fuck out of here and just-”

“That’s now how it works! We can’t just pretend that life doesn’t-”

“Why can’t we? Why can’t we just pack up and move away. Far, far away and fucking be happy? Be together?”

“Ransom-”

“Just...this doesn’t have to be over. I know I fucked up, okay? This is my fault and I did this to us, but we can still...I can do better,” he promised, tears running down his face as he used his forefinger to lift your chin so that you met his gaze. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ransom,” you confessed breathlessly.

“Do you wanna-”

“I fucking knew it!” your father snapped, seeing you both in the hallway. “You’re trying to fuck my daughter?! You piece of shit!”

“Dad, stop it!” you snapped in a hushed tone.

“You stay away from her! You’re nowhere near-”

“Nothing happened,” Ransom growled as he clenched his fists.

“Bullshit! I know my little girl! I know her and I know that-”

“You don’t know shit about me!” you interrupted, taking a stand in front of Ransom as if you were protecting him. “You don’t get to talk to him like that! You’re worse than he is, but you’re gonna tell him he’s not worthy of me? Of my love?! Jesus, you fuck anything with a pulse and you think you have the right to talk down to anyone?! What I do or don’t do is none of your fucking business!”

“Sweetheart, he’s no good for you!” your father tried to explain calmly. “He’s just gonna break your heart and-”

“You would know, wouldn’t you? You’ve seen all of his tricks and games up close. You’ve heard the lies he’s told women and fucking laughed, because it’s the same shit you’ve been feeding mom for years!”

“This isn’t the same....I’m not-”

“No, you can go fuck yourself!” you spat, “I’m fucking leaving!”

You only got a few steps away before you felt his strong grip on your arm.

“You’re in no condition to drive, let me at least take you home,” Ransom whispered in your ear.

“I don’t need to-”

“Yes you do, babe. You’re drunk and you’re upset. I’ll take you home and I’ll leave you alone, but please don’t drive yourself. Not when you’re like this.”

Once again you found yourself at the mercy of Ransom Drysdale, because how were you supposed to turn him down when he was genuinely concerned about you? When he was very ready to fight your father for you?

You grabbed your coat and followed him to his car, despite your father’s desperate pleas. You let out an angry and frustrated scream the moment you closed the door to Ransom’s Beamer.

“Where do you wanna go? What do you wanna do?” he asked as he started the car and pulled off.

“I don’t want to exist,” you mumbled, slouching down in your seat as you looked out the window. “Just throw me into a fucking ocean and leave me there.”

“Stop it.”

“What? What do you want? I’m heartbroken over you, I’m stressed out over my family, I’m fed up with school, and I feel alone as hell.”

“You’re drunk and upset,” he huffed, keeping his eyes on the road while resting one of his hands on your lap. “What do you want?”

The words left your mouth before you even had a chance to process them. “You.”

“Sweetheart...don’t. Don’t make me-”

“Ransom, it’s the one thing we’re good at. Fucking. If I can’t have you completely, at least let me have you physically,” you begged.

“You’re not thinking straight-”

“Since when do you care? It’s all just sex to you, right?”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking paint me as some monster when I’m trying-”

“I’m not. I’m really not and I’m sorry. You’re not the issue here, everyone else is. Just...you always make me feel better, Ransom. I just want to feel better.”

You spent that night underneath Ransom, both of you telling each other how much you love the other and telling the other how much you both missed one another. Ransom apologized repeatedly as he kissed away your tears, begging for another chance with you. All you could do was beg him to keep loving you, because even in your drunken state, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him enough to take him back.

When you woke up the next morning, Ransom was already awake and making breakfast. A small smile came to your face as memories of him making you breakfast in bed over summer started to cloud your memory.

“I was trying to have it ready by the time you woke up,” he chuckled softly as you leaned against the kitchen entry way.

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to. I miss making you breakfast...I miss doing things for you.”

“Let’s not do this. It’s Christmas and I don’t wanna argue or cry...I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Then don’t. Just take me back, Y/N. I made a mistake. A mistake that I can’t take back, but I’ll never make again.”

“This is my fault, I shouldn’t have slept with you last night-”

“Just stop!” Ransom snapped, throwing down the plate of food in his hand. “I don’t do this, Y/N! You know me! I don’t beg, I don’t care if I hurt others, and I don’t care who I piss off or offend! But you...you’re the only person who has ever actually given me a chance and I know... I know I hurt you and I hate myself for it. You can’t say that I don’t care though! I fucked up and I told you! I didn’t lie, I didn’t keep it from you, and I didn’t try to spin it and make it your fault! I’ve owned up to it and I’ve done my best to try and be better! I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but this is something worth fighting for! We’re worth fighting for!” he finished, tears streaming down his face.

“I just can’t do it, Ransom,” you all but whispered.

“What if we take it slow? Like we did over Summer?”

“Ransom-”

“Just hear me out,” he desperately begged. “We can start over and just take it slow. There’s no pressure, you’re free to do whatever you want, and we just go from there. I can earn your trust and you’ll see that I can do better. I can be better!”

“Ransom,” you sighed running your hand through your hair.

“Baby please.”

So, you agreed, because resisting Ransom was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Once again, you kept it a secret, but your father wouldn’t leave you alone about him. After arguing about it for the fourth time, you finally told him to stay out of it and to leave Ransom alone. You understood why everyone wanted you to stay away from him, and hell, you wanted to stay away.

But you loved him.

Ransom was everything you’d ever hoped for and more...when he wanted to be.

You tried not to get too wrapped up and lost in him, but after only a month, you were all about Ransom as if nothing ever happened and it was great. You spent weekends together, he came to visit you on campus whenever he had time, he helped you look for places to live after you graduated (though he wasn’t all that helpful since every place he found was close to him), and he laid off the drugs for the most part.

Yes, for the first 3 months, things felt as if nothing had gone wrong at all. You and Ransom were more in love than before, school was going great, your relationship with your brother was on the mend, and your mother was slowly starting to distance herself from your father.

However, Ransom was a time bomb that was always set to self destruct when things are finally going good.

Maybe it was your fault. You hadn’t responded to his texts, but you were in the middle of an interview to be the assistant to one of the best lawyers in Massachusetts. You’d ignored his call after it was over, but you were so excited to tell him and didn’t want to tell him over the phone. You hadn’t given him a heads up that you were on your way, but you wanted to surprise him with the good news.

So no, upon further review, none of it was actually your fault. Ransom was just Ransom and you should’ve known better.

“Fuck! Hugh, don’t stop!” the bartender from the bar you two had gone to last week begged.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you screamed, hitting his bedroom door as hard as you could.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet while the bartender tried to cover herself up. “Baby-”

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me, you piece of shit!” you screamed as tears started to stream down your face. How the fuck was this happening again?

“I know you’re angry but please just-”

“Shut the fuck up and stay away from me! This?! Me and you?! We’re fucking done! Don’t call me, don’t fucking text me, don’t come to see me...we’re done!”

“Just let me explain-”

“I don’t want your fucking explanation! I want you to fuck off!”

“Y/N, please!” he begged, wrapping his arm around your waist and attempting to pull you close.

“Do not fucking touch me!” you yelled, instinctively pulling away from him. “I hate you!”

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. Please just hear me out,” he sobbed, reaching for you again.

“Ransom, I swear to God, you fucking touch me again and I’ll kill you,” you warned, your anger reaching levels you didn’t think were possible.

“Sweetheart-”

“No, shut the fuck up,” you sobbed in a menacing tone. “I don’t trust you anymore and I don’t want you anymore. Jesus, fuck, I may be damaged goods, but you...you really take the cake, Drysdale.”

“Don’t be like this! Just talk to me!”

“There’s nothing to talk about! Just stay away from me! Stay far the fuck away from me!” you yelled at him before walking out and slamming his front door shut.

That was almost 3 months ago and since then you’ve avoided Ransom to the best of your ability.

Well, almost to the best of your ability.

You hadn’t blocked or deleted his number, you hadn’t blocked him on any of your social media accounts; you constantly went to all of his hangout spots in hopes that you’d just catch a glimpse of him. No, you hadn’t responded to any of his calls, texts, or acknowledged any of his advances, but you also hadn’t really pushed for him to leave your life all together. You still have your photos from the Hamptons, and how the fuck were you supposed to just erase him when you’re unable to forget?

Besides, it’s not like Ransom was any better.

He knew how to play your father like a fiddle, so you knew that it wouldn’t be long before Ransom found a way to get his forgiveness. You knew your father did love you, and his anger towards Ransom was pure, but your father also liked to pretend that he was still in his 20’s. Ransom could get him girls half his age and the best drugs.

Your father was putty in his hands.

Ransom came by your parent’s place every other day, if only just to get a glimpse of you. Most of the times he was smart enough to stay away from you. He knew you’d lose your shit on him without hesitation.

However, when he caught you at your most vulnerable, he had to try. You both knew he was playing dirty in the same way you both knew nothing was beneath Ransom when he really wanted something.

And God, he wanted you.

He succeeded only once.

You’d been in your room crying because for another weekend you couldn’t bring yourself to spend it on campus. You were in fear of seeing him if you went out, just like you were in fear of seeing him with someone else. So you just hid out in your childhood bedroom, crying to ‘Used to Like’ by Neon Trees.

“Y/N?” he asked timidly, making his way into your room in the middle of the night.

“Jesus, what the fuck do you want, Ransom?” you sobbed wiping your eyes, sitting up.

“I heard you crying and I-”

“So what? I’m not yours to worry about. Get out.”

“Baby-”

“Enjoy another night out of hooking up and getting fucked up?”

“I didn’t do anything with anyone, babe.”

“That’s right!” you smiled sarcastically at him, your tears still running freely. “You can only fuck other women when you’re dating me!”

“Sweetheart, if you could just-”

“Stop calling me pet names!” you quietly hissed at him, not wanting to wake your mother. “Is this fun for you?! Fucking with my head? Seeing me like this?!”

“You know it’s not!” he quickly responded, closing the door behind him before making his over to your bed. “I don’t know...there’s no excuse for what I did...how I am. I’m so scared of fucking this up that all I ever do is fuck things up, but I swear I don’t want to. You’re right, I do take the cake for damaged goods, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be someone else you can’t depend on because you’re my whole fucking world. I swear to God, Y/N...” he finished softly, his own eyes welling with tears. “I love you.”

“Please stop, Ransom. Just leave me alone, if you really love me-”

“I do, baby. So fucking much. A better and stronger man would stay away and respect your wishes, but I’m neither of those things. How can I stay away when we both feel the same way?”

‘You once told me I was all you had, I guess I know life and it doesn’t work like that’ the song played softly in the background.

Maybe it was because you missed him so much, or maybe it was because it had been so long since you’d done anything. Hell, maybe it was simply just because you loved him and you’d never be able to stop, no matter how foolish it made you feel. Whatever the reason was, you gave into him that night. The feeling of him deep inside of you while he pressed soft and feverish kisses all of over had you feeling better than you thought it would.

For just a moment in time, you and Ransom had each other again and everything felt right.

However, morning came quicker than either of you would have liked, and you were kicking him out of your bed before 10am.

From that day on, he didn’t give up, which is why you’re currently sitting on your bed, listening to ‘Heart-Shaped Box’ by Nirvana while reading Edgar Allen Poe’s, ‘The Tell -Tale Heart’. You know it’ll only be a matter of time before he’s at your door, and you really don’t have any fight left in you anymore.

“We gonna do this again or are you finally ready to take me back?” Ransom asks, barging into your room just as ‘I Hate Myself For Loving You’ by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts begins playing.

The universe truly does love making jokes at your expense.

“You’re not even knocking before harassing me now? That sucks,” you mutter, your eyes on your book.

“Y/N, just stop it okay? You told me a month ago that you love while we made love on that very bed!”

“You were fucking me, Ransom. I have a tendency to be way too honest with you when you’re deep inside me, which is my pussy and heart are off limits to you from now until forever.”

“Stop it! Stop acting like-”

“Acting like what?!” you finally snap, slamming your book shut and throwing it across the room. “Acting like you broke my heart? Acting like us doing this stupid little dance doesn’t hurt? Or acting like that no matter what, you still own my heart? What exactly would you like for me to stop doing?!”

“You know I love you-”

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! NOT ANYMORE!” you scream, not caring who hears you two. “One time is a mistake! But two?! I caught you two that night! You can’t fucking lie your way out of it or make it seem like I’m overreacting, because I’m not! You wanted me to trust you, and I did! You wanted me to be with you, and I was! You wanted me to love you freely, and like a fucking idiot, I did! I didn’t cheat on you! I didn’t break the promises I made to you!” you scream, doing your best to hold back your tears.

“Y/N...I can’t be the man you need me to be here! I just fucking can’t! They won’t let me and-”

“They?! Who the fuck is they?!”

“My family! My friends! Everyone-”

“Oh fuck off! You’re almost fucking 30! You make your own choices and you need to stop trying to live up to everyone else’s expectations! What about me?! What about what I want?!”

“You don’t get it,” he sighs, frustrated with himself and the situation. “Too much has happened here and I can’t...I can’t change if I stay. If you would please just-”

“I’m done doing things to make you happier and your life easier! I do like it here! I like my favorite coffee place, I like Massachusetts, I like being able to see my mother whenever I want. I like my life here! No, it’s not fucking perfect, and thanks to you and a few other people, it’s got some fucking dark memories for me, but it’s still home! Why do we have to leave for you to choose me over everyone?!”

“I do choose you over everyone!”

“You very clearly don’t!”

“I bought the fucking house, Y/N!” he shouts, throwing his hands up in defeat. “The fucking house and the fucking boat...I bought it! It’s ours and it’s ready to live in! You just have to say you’ll go with me and we’re gone,” he finishes softly, his own tears coming as his exhaustion becomes apparent.

“You...you did what?” you questioned, dumbfounded, taking a few steps back.

“I bought it last month right after we-”

“Why would you do that? Wha...why?!”

“I want to be with you! I want to make this work and be the man you deserve, but this place....Y/N, I just can’t here, but if we leave, just fucking pack our shit and go, I can start over. We can start over and be together. Really be together! No sneaking, no lying, no distractions, no-”

“Ransom, I can’t just leave! I have school-”

“You’re graduating in less than a month! You think they don’t need lawyers in the Hamptons? Hell, half the people there are lawyers!”

“Ransom...no. No, I can’t-”

“Why not? Why can’t we just-”

“Because it doesn’t work like that! This is not a healthy relationship-”

“But it can be,” he pleads. “Just...trust me. I know I don’t deserve it and I know it’s asking a lot, but baby please, just trust me.”

You sit on the edge of your bed, a million thoughts racing through your head. The words he said to you the night before he asked you to go to the Hamptons with him still echoed inside your mind; the words you were supposed to be too drunk to remember.

“I wish I could just take you away with me and we could start over,” he cooed softly in your ear, as you slowly started to give in to sleep. “We could have something real and I could be someone you could be proud of. I wish I wasn’t a fuck up and such a coward. Maybe then I could tell you all of this when you’re sober, so you’d know how much I mean it. Fuck, you have no idea how bad I wanna be someone who’s worthy of your time. Worthy of your love. Love,” he scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist, “something I never believed in until you came along. Pretty sure I’ve never loved anyone outside of my family, but now...I’m pretty sure I love you, Princess. And that scares the shit out of me.”

What are you supposed to do? Yes, he’s hurt you and you don’t know how much more you can tolerate, but...he bought the house. He bought the house and he really is making his best effort. The best that he knows how.

“Baby, please,” he begs again, getting on his knees. “Just say yes and we can go. We can leave all of this behind, and just be happy.”

You sit there blank faced and dumbfounded because you truly don’t know whether to listen to your head or your heart. As Ransom looks up at you with tears streaming down his face, and desperately pleading eyes, you have to make a decision. Do you make the pain go away by running off with Ransom and trying again (for the third time) or do you make the safe and smart play by standing your ground and staying where you are?

As you stare back at him, you know you’re both wondering the same thing: love or safety? Forgiveness or goodbye?

~~

Part 2

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Held For Ransom 9

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS, language, asshole Ransom, asshole reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, eventual smut

Synopsis: Never in a million years would you have expected Hugh Ransom Drysdale to show up on your doorstep. Never in a billion years would you have expected him to weasel his way into living with you as he tries to get his bearings. Despite everything that’s happened over the last year he’s just as difficult and arrogant as ever, at least that hasn’t changed.

AN: In celebration of the 1 year anniversary of Held For Ransom and after much debate I am splitting the last two chapters. There is a lot that happens and it's too much for just two chapters. So hold on to your hats kiddos, it's going to be fun.

Held For Ransom

Ransom was furious. You could see it in the set of his jaw and the way his nostrils flared with every labored breath. This wasn’t the first argument you’d both had in the last few weeks but it was by far the most explosive. He refused to see reason, something that shouldn’t have surprised you.

“They want me to sit down with this woman like I’m some kind of amateur,” he shouted, hand gesturing wildly. The two of you stood on opposing sides of the coffee table, his pajama pants hanging loose around his waist while you were still in your work clothes.

“You are a fucking amateur Ransom! This is your first book and the fact is that you’ll just be a flash in the pan writer unless you sit down and do an interview.” Your hurtful words echoed in your ears, frustration had gotten the better of you and you’d struck hard at him. 

Ransom looked wounded, the combination of stress and the late hour becoming too much and he didn’t bother to hide his actual feelings in front of you. Before you could open your mouth to apologize he was stomping past you, both of you ignoring the banging fist of your neighbor demanding that you keep it down. 

“What are you doing?”

Glaring at you as he returned from the bedroom with a pillow and spare blanket, Ransom threw them down on the couch, “What does it fucking look like?”

The comment made your chest ache, something you didn’t have time to readily look into because the feeling was replaced with impulsive anger. “Fine by me,” you shorted making your way towards the bedroom. “Sleep on the fucking couch for all I care Ransom. I’m right and you god damn well know it. It’s time for you to grow up and move the fuck on!”

Slamming the door to your bedroom you threw yourself onto the bed, screaming into a pillow as the anger and frustration you felt from over the last few weeks boiled over. Hours later you laid in bed wide awake thinking about just how empty the bed felt without him laying there and just how insensitive you had been. Ransom needed to hear it, but you could have said it differently.

Standing beside Lizzy in line for a morning cup of coffee as you recounted the fight you’d had last night, the wounds were still fresh. Ransom had been gone when you left that morning and Lizzy’s semi-stunned expression wasn’t helping you feel any less awful.

“You actually said that,” she asked in disbelief. “To Ransom? You called him an amateur and told him to move on?”

Rubbing your eyes in frustration you heaved a sigh, “I kind of did.”

Your friend's eyebrows shot up in surprise before she exhaled heavily, “Wow. That’s…”

“Ballsy? Stupid? I just dug my own grave and after I left a lengthy voicemail on my boss’s personal line this morning explaining why Ransom won't be doing the interview I’m going to get fired?” The words pushed from you in a rush before your names were called and you took the Macchiato from the barista. “I’m well aware. I can’t believe I said that shit to him. What’s wrong with me Liz? Why can’t I just keep my big dumb mouth shut?”

“Cause you like him,” she said with a shrug taking a sip of her coffee, exiting the coffee shop ahead of you.

You however stopped dead in your tracks, rushing to meet up with her further down the busy sidewalk, “Excuse me? I what?”

“You like him,” Lizzy said, her voice terse and a casual shrug of her shoulders.

Something close to mortification crept into your mind, but you shoved it back in favor of pure denial. “Please, I don't ‘like’ Ransom. Ha! He’s a pain in my ass that I wouldn’t trust to take care of a house plant, let alone himself.”

“Are you sure you don’t like him?”

“Liz,” you growled out in warning, she was doing her psychology major thing and dragging you into too deep of introspective waters. “We’re here to shop for my new dress for tonight, something you insisted on. Not examine my relationship with Ransom.”

“So you admit it's a relationship,” she said smirking behind the rim of her cup.

You gave her a withering look, “He’s my roommate Liz. Something I didn’t have a choice in if you recall.” Watching as your friend's self-satisfied smirk faded slightly, you looped your arm in her own. “Come on, let's hit the sale racks and find me a new little black dress.”

Five stores and two hours later you were starting to wear down, the conversation between you and Lizzy never felt quite as strained as it did after her question about Ransom.

“You know I actually miss Grayson’s stupid eggs,” you said with a laugh, fingers flipping through the rack of dresses. Critically going over both style and fabric choices, you visibly cringed at the bright traffic cone orange halter that was more suited for a prom than the launch party.

Across from you, Lizzy hummed, her lips wrapped around the straw of her second iced coffee. “Gray says he misses watching MASH with you. Maybe we should arrange a playdate?”

The snorted laugh broke from you as you switched to another rack, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I’m never going to find something new. Why can’t I just wear the same one I did last year?”

“Two reasons. First, you’ve worn that dress five years in a row and it amazes me that I’ve let you do it this long. Second, because you’re not just a proofer, you’re a literary agent now,” she snapped, sounding more lost in thought as she held out a cream-colored sheath dress more suited to her own tastes than yours. “You’re also now representing Hugh Ransom Drysdale, new author, and acquitted murderer.”

“Still a murderer,” you mumbled, eyes flicking up, you sighed and relented. The conversation was going to turn back to Ransom eventually and Lizzy had always been your biggest confidant. “He’s been killing my patience lately. Everything's an argument with him. The man doesn’t want to talk about his past and what happened with Harlen but it’s all the reporters want to talk about.”

“Can you really blame him? It’s a sensitive topic and Hugh’s always been sensitive.”

You gave her a withering look, “Be that as it may if he doesn’t address the elephant in the room eventually it’s going to crush him and that’s the last thing I want for us.”

“Us, huh?”

Heat rose to your cheeks with the heavy-lidded look Lizzy was giving you, making your stomach knot uncomfortably with the implication, “Us as in business partners, Lizabeth.” Quickly you turned away from her, hands flipping through the racks faster and passing over more and more beaded gowns and gauzy fabric.

Behind you Lizabeth made an unconvinced noise, coming around to another rack, two dresses draped over her arm. She made a point of not looking at you, her eyes trained on the rack in front of her and you were waiting for her to say something else but when she pursed her lips, sucking down some more of her coffee you breathed a sigh of relief for her dropping the subject altogether.

“So how long have you and Hugh been sleeping together?”

Choking on air you gripped the rack for a little bit of stability, “Lizabeth!”

Slowly blinking at you she shrugged, “It’s an honest question. You smell like his cologne, sweetie. He’s worn that brand since our second year of Uni so it’s hard to mistake it. How long have you been sleeping together?”

“We’re not having sex,” you felt the need to state with a heavy frown. “We’re just, he’s… you know how horrible that couch is to sleep on.”

“Mmhmm,” she replied sounding unconvinced and her smirk sly. “And you guys just couldn't afford a cheap bed for him with that sizable commission check?”

“Look can we change the subject please,” licking at your lips nervously you picked out a dark blue wrap dress. “I’m not having sex with Ransom. We don't even like each other that much, Lizzy you know that.”

Raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow at you Lizabeth cleared her throat, “Okay one more thing and then I’ll drop it. The two of you live together, Y/N. You sleep in the same bed, share the same living space, he saved your life and you’re helping him with his career. How are you not hitting it already?”

Rolling your eyes heavily you glanced away, “I’m not interested in the likes of Ransom Drysdale.”

“You keep telling yourself that, but Hughs made eyes at you since I was dating him.” That drew your attention, snapping over to Lizzy with an annoying focus. “Don't cut me with those daggers, Y/N. I’m not clueless, Hugh and I had an open relationship for a reason. He was a dog, always was, and wasn’t going to change for me because I wasn’t important enough to him. So answer this, since he moved into the flat how many women have you seen him with?”

“None.”

“And why do you think that is?”

The obvious question made your hands start to shake, he’d never brought a woman back to your apartment. Even though your presence would have been the perfect excuse to get rid of a clingy one nighter. You’d been rather sure that he’d been out with women, lipstick stains didn’t lie but thinking about it you found it odd that he’d never brought one person back.

But you did. 

You’d brought Aiden back to your apartment, for what you really had no idea and could freely admit that it was a terrible plan. But ever since Ransom hadn’t treated you the same. You’d thought the two of you had reached an understanding, but he’d been more combative than ever. More on edge and a hell of a lot more passive-aggressive. Could he be jealous?

Snorting you shook the thought out of your head. Ransom Drysdale didn’t get jealous, especially over the likes of you. No, the two of you were at best just friends, he only stuck around to torment you now. Besides with the check set to be cut for his first book you were sure he’d been salivating to get the hell out of your shitty apartment and into a new brownstone of his own.

Yes, it was only a matter of time before Ransom left you too.

“Can we not talk about this,” you said, shifting the dress in your arms a little more. “Ransom and I are just friends and now we’re business partners. Nothing more and it’s not going to change.” You avoided looking at your best friend as she snorted in disbelief. Lizzy was just trying to get a rise out of you. There was definitely nothing going on between you and Ransom.

After looking through another four stores and trying on a dozen new dresses you were glad that the shopping expedition had begun as early as it had. Leaving the store with the nylon bag slung over your arm you gave a withering look at Lizzy while she chatted incessantly on her cellphone to Grayson, “No we just found one. At the last store can you believe it.”

“Well you know her, she’s incredibly picky.”

“I’m standing right here Lizzy,” you laughed. Turning towards the street you focused on flagging down a cab.

Sliding into the white taxi Lizzy wasn’t far behind you, giving her saccharine goodbyes to Grayson and closing the door behind her. “So now it’s shoes and you’re done. Colply Place please.”

Whipping your head over at her your jaw dropped dramatically, “You can’t be serious. I can’t afford Neiman Marcus shoes Lizzy!”

“Call them a gift from Gray and I then,” she said offhandedly, texting on her phone. “You work hard, sweetie. Enjoy a couple of luxury items for a change.”

It felt like old times, trying on expensive shoes with red-lacquered bottoms until you couldn’t tell the difference between last season's style and the hottest ones. You’d realized then that Lizzy had this all planned in advance as she dragged you into one of the priciest salons you’d ever seen. An hour later you were curled and plucked to perfection choosing a smoky eyeshadow and soft pink lipstick while giving Lizzy a scathing side-eye.

“Don't look at me like that, Y/N,” she scolded from her chair. “This is a valuable first impression with a lot of new people and first impressions count.”

Scrunching your nose you knew she was right, but the whole Cinderella gig wasn’t for you. The afternoon wound down with you waving goodbye to Lizzy as the cab dropped her off at her and Grayson’s apartment. Blowing a kiss to your best friend and thanking her over and over again as she waved back shouting, “Knock ‘em dead!”

You laughed as the cab left, waving goodbye to her with a smile your phone started to ring. Fishing it from your pocket your joy was short-lived as a stone settled into your stomach with the ominous name of your boss staring back at you.

Keys scraping against the lock, you managed to juggle your purse and phone along with three other bags as you said a hasty goodbye to your boss before opening the door. “I’m back,” you called out into the apartment, pulling out your key and kicking the door closed with your foot. “Ransom?”

The cab ride and subsequent argument with your boss did nothing to soothe your nerves at seeing Ransom again this afternoon. In fact, your boss flared both your nerves and ran your patience for good as he sprung the news that didn’t bode well for you and for Ransom. Having not seen him since last night’s argument he was a veritable powder keg about the launch party tonight and your boss’s insistence on showing up for the interview early was not going to settle well.

Silence greeted you when you called out to him in the apartment, that was until he came charging out of the bedroom. Dress pants half-buttoned, belt clicking with every purposeful step he took, his cell phone clutched tight in his hand as he pointed at you, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Thanks Ransom it’s good to be back,” you said sarcastically with a sigh, slinging your purse down on the table and draping your dress over a chair. “I take it they called you then.”

“You’re goddamn right they called me,” he snapped, blue eyes narrowing at you. “They can’t be serious. An interview with a reporter from the Globe! She’s going to skewer me alive more so than I ever was on the witness stand.”

Leaning heavily on the chair you looked away from him, the warning from your boss echoing in your ears. Convince him or the job goes to someone more qualified. You knew he needed to put the rumors in their grave before the launch but he’d bucked you every step of the way. Blow for blow the man was just as stubborn as you and you were at your wit’s end.

“It’s the only way to get ahead of the rumors Ransom,” you said, sounding just as tired as you felt. This argument was old hat by now between the two of you. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when your boss took the reins from you, even threatening the security of your job. “I’ve been trying to get you to agree to an interview since the media caught wind of your book weeks ago.”

Your gaze flicked to him, his shoulders were up and pushed back ready for a fight but you didn't have it in you to keep arguing with him. “You can yell at me all you want to, my hands are tied. Last Rights is set to be one of the biggest books of the literary year, bigger than anything Harlan ever published.”

“Because they want to know the story of a murderer,” he seethed.

“Because they want to know the story of a murderer,” you agreed, watching his expression morph into momentary hurt before he schooled it into all too familiar anger. “Look Ransom, we’re launching Tuesday. Your book is going to be on the shelves in three days’ time. People want to know. They want the story. We need a good PR stunt to give Last Rights a fair shake as a good book.”

Ransom scoffed.

“It is a good book, Ransom,” you insisted, hands gripping the back of the chair. 

“So that’s it then,” he snapped, voice rising with his ire. “You’re just going to let me be painted as a criminal? This can’t be my legacy, Y/N! If I interview with the Globe they’re going to tear me apart and shatter any chance of this book being something. I can’t believe that you’d do this to me.”

A sort of snapping sound echoed loud in your own ears and you knew it was the last shred of patience you had for the man utterly shattering.

“That I would do this to you,” you growled out, pinning back Ransom with a glare that made the man visibly recoil. Regret instantly etching itself on his face but you disregarded it, allowing the anger and frustration to course through you. “You are un-fucking-believable Ransom! Do you think I would stab you in the back like that? That I’m no better than every other person you’ve ever met? I want you to succeed Ransom. Me. But we don't have a choice in this. You don't have a choice and you know that. At this point, you’re just blowing smoke up my ass, and for what?”

Tears of utter frustration blurred your vision, feelings buried deep inside for the last few weeks bursting to the surface as you let go in one torrent of emotion. “Your legacy? For fuck’s sake Ransom you tried to kill Harlan! The very person you’re dedicating this book to, this is your launching point. This is where you grab life by the balls and fucking own it. This is where you turn your life into something more. This is where you prove everyone wrong. It's where you show everyone that you’re more than just some stuck up trust fund prick who hides behind his money and a name. But you’re too god damn scared to do it.”

Watching Ransom his jaw clenched, brow drew together as his blue-green eyes studied you. 

“Why,” you questioned, voice cracking with tears. “Why do you think if you fail at this that there’s going to be nobody here for you? I’m right fucking here Ransom. How much more here do I have to be for you to get it through that thick stupid skull of yours that I care about you and I’m not going to just leave you behind.”

Ransom closed the distance between the two of you, hands grasping your face and tilting your head up as his lips came crashing down onto your own. You readily gave yourself over to the kiss, your arms winding around his shoulders to his neck, pressing him closer as you deepened the kiss. Ransom groaned against you as your teeth nipped at his lower lip, his thumb swiping against your cheek and wiping away tears before finding its way to your hip. 

Fireworks exploded in your chest, as Ransom's skilled tongue slid over your own, tasting the mint of his toothpaste laced with the smallest hint of Johnny Walker. You moaned into him, fingers trailing into the short hair on the back of his head. Lips working against his own as you poured every frustration and emotion into the kiss and Ransom took it. Slowly turning the moment into a softness you didn’t quite expect before slowing to a natural end. Short pecks of his lips and pressing his forehead against your own.

“Ransom,” you breathed, eyes sliding open. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as his eyes bored into your own, shining with an intensity and emotion you didn’t quite want to place. But found yourself leaning up for more.

The ear-piercing ring broke both of you apart, heart hammering in your chest as Ransom dropped his hold on you. He ran a hand through his hair before turning his back to you, wiping at the lipstick staining his mouth briefly as your own hands fumbled with your phone, “Hello?” 

The annoyed chattering of your boss echoed on the other end, but your attention was focused on Ransom. His hand rubbing over his clean-shaven face before resting squarely on his hip, the line of his shoulders straight and squared but the tips of his ears were a telling red. “Yes, we’ll both be there in an hour,” you answered the frustrated man on the other end of the phone. “No, I don't think he needs prep, Ransom knows what to say. No. Yes, he will. Alright. Yes. Goodbye.”

Blowing out a frustrated sigh, you opened and closed your mouth a couple of times, unsure of where exactly to start, “Ransom, I.”

“The interview is in an hour right,” he asked and everything about him was closed off again. The light in his eyes dimmed, the frown returning to his face like he didn’t just kiss you and look at you the way he did. Just like normal, just like it never happened. “Finish getting dressed and I’ll call for a car. It wouldn’t look good if I was late for the interview.”

A sinking feeling settled itself in your chest, the weight of disappointment pressing down against you, but you found yourself agreeing with him. “No, no it wouldn't.” Picking up the bags and your dress you made your way to the bedroom, closing the door behind you with a soft click. You could have sworn you heard the long string of curses coming from Ransom.

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After Hours

Plot: Ransom always gets his way, even if that means taking what he wants without asking. 

Warnings: smut; non!con, unprotected sex, quickie.

Word count: 1728

A/N: I got very distracted writing my Bucky smut because of this sexy asshole - REQUESTS AND TAG LIST IS OPEN

My clenched fist knocked on the heavy door, only slightly making a sound. It had been a long day at work, but when Ransom requested a meeting with me, it had instantly lifted my mood, even if he had requested the meeting an hour after everyone finished work.

Ransom was the newly appointed manager of Blood Like Wine Publishing, after the retirement of his grandfather and owner of the company, Harlan Thrombey.

Harlan had, to everyone’s surprise, chosen to hand the company over to his wild, rebellious grandson. It had caused a lot of upset within the family after Harlan had announced to the public that Ransom would be taking ownership. “It’s time for Ransom to add a refreshing touch to the family business.” Harlan had told the press at the grand re-opening.

Ransom had been targeted by the media as a wreckless, selfish party animal who slept with whoever he set his eyes on.

I hadn’t seen a lot of Ransom over the duration of the few weeks he’d been here, no one had. He spent most of his time in his office, his head buried in reviewing drafts, determined to prove to everyone that he was the leader the company needed.

“Come in.” His voice called out as I opened the wooden door slowly, immediately noticing Ransom’s intimidating figure standing behind his desk.

The beige knitted sweater he wore hugged his body nicely, he’d never made the change to dress corporately and encouraged us all to dress as we pleased, although I’d chosen to stick with Harlen’s preference of ‘office attire’. He let out a sigh, concentrating on the papers in front of him as he ran his hand with his signet ring through his tossled hair.

“You asked to see me, Sir?” My voice came out as a squeak, walking cautiously towards his desk after shutting the door behind me. The room was silent, which only made me more aware of the sound of my heels against the wooden floor boards.

“Yeah,” His alarming tone notified me that he had been far too preoccupied to notice who had entered his office and most likely forgot our scheduled appointment. “Come over here.”

His natural dominance had my panties glistening, along with the fact that Ransom just happened to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.

His blue eyes shone like diamonds, even in the darkness. His lips were pouty, yet gave him a smile like a naughty school boy. The crease between his eyebrows that appeared whenever he concentrated. His thick thighs that sat tight against the dark denim of his jeans. And most importantly, his big, dangerous hands.

I adjusted the bottom of my skirt that sat just above mid-thigh as I walked over to his desk. Noticing the way his hand held a sheet of paper up for him to observe.

There was a record player in the corner of the room that sat next to the window, evidently the item had been either left there by Harlan or something Ransom had purchased to make him look more distinguished, purely for decoration purposes only.

I stopped when I reached his desk, watching him intently as he grabbed his glass of whiskey from beside him, taking a large sip.

Our interactions had always been professional and yet somehow flirtatious at the same time. Simple things like him complimenting my work whilst I mentioned his great style somehow made us feel so electric.

“This side.” Ransom glanced up at me momentarily, his voice was soft, but still made me want to obey any request he sent my way.

I did as I was told, walking around to his side of the desk, standing to look at the papers in front of us as he adjusted himself to stand behind my body.

I could feel the tension begin to build as soon as he came closer. I tried to avoid the way it made me feel to have him so close. Someone so powerful. So in control. So fucking handsome.

“See this?” Ransom asked deeply from behind me, pointing to a document scattered on his mahogany desk. I could feel his crotch against my ass as I rubbed against him testingly.

I leaned over slightly to take a better look at the document, catching Ransom out of the corner of my eye put his whiskey glass down beside us.

That’s when I felt his hand slide up the inside of my bare thigh, bringing my skirt up with it until he reached my panties. I bit my lip, ignoring his action as I nodded, reading over the paper in my hands.

“I need you to review the highlighted paragraphs for me.” He requested as his fingers hooked into the crotch of my panties. My breath came out shaky as a blush covered my cheeks, knowing he’d be able to feel the leaking wetness.

“When do you need it done by?” I asked calmly, hearing the sound of a zipper behind me. I carefully anticipated his next move, having no objection to where this was headed.

“Next Friday,” He responded, slowly pulling my panties down my legs, my ass now on full display for him from where he’d bunched my skirt up around my hips. “That’ll give me time to prepare before the presentation.”

With his last words he pushed his cock inside of me without warning, filling me up. It was a tight push considering my legs were still almost fully shut. But feeling my tightness around him only made Ransom more eager.

He stilled when he was fully sheathed inside of me, his body pressed tightly against my back as I closed in eyes in ecstasy. My breathing shallowed as my pussy drenched his cock that was twitching inside of me.

It was a painful stretch, but one that I welcomed. My mouth hung open slightly as an ache shot through my pussy. I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips open slightly to allow him more access.

Ransom groaned so softly that I almost missed it, his ring clad hand digging into my hips as he made a slow move of pulling out until it was just his tip in me.

I licked my lips and leaned forward slightly towards the desk, arching my back. Ransom then slowly began moving back in me, stopping momentarily when he was inside me before repeating the action.

He moved at a painfully slow speed, but he was too invested in watching where his cock disappeared inside of me. His eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared with arousal, his jaw clenched.

I bit my lip, trying not to break the silence that filled the room, with the exception of my wetness. I couldn’t believe how aroused he had me just from his cock being inside of me.

Ransom continued at his agonising pace, letting out small grunts every time he bottomed out inside of me. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me, his balls tapping against me slightly with every thrust.

Ransom’s breath was hot on my neck as his hands wrapped around my body, hugging my ass against his cock. There was a sharp pain in my core, his cock deep inside me as he began thrusting faster, our hips moving in sync as he pounded me against his desk.

I clenched around him, my orgasm hitting me by surprise. I let out slight cries, trying to stay quiet as my clit rubbed against the wooden desk. Ransom’s hand laid flat on my stomach, pushing me back against him harder as he spurted his cum deep inside of me with a final moan.

His breathing quickened, his hands squeezing my hips as I expectantly waited for him to pull out, but he didn’t. He stayed burried deep inside of me. I whimpered softly, feeling so sensitive as he tried to catch his breath.

I leaned back against him more, his chest firmly against my back as I took advantage at the feeling of his warm cock inside me.

When he did finally pulled out, I sighed, feeling empty. I pulled my panties back up my legs, hearing him zip his pants back up. I adjusted my skirt, tugging it back to its usual position before scrambling to grab the papers we’d earlier discussed.

“I’ll have these on your desk by next Friday, as requested, Mr Drysdale.” I said slightly uncomfortable with the fact that Ransom hadn’t said a word.

“Y/N,” Ransom called out to me as I reached the door, causing me to turn around and notice how fucked out he looked. “Call me Ransom, yeah?”

——————— a few days later ————————

“Wait what?” Y/F/N almost completely brought the car to a standstill on the busy road. Her head whizzed around to give me a wide eyed, baffled look after I’d just told her my boss fucked me.

“He just kind of, put it in?” I tried to recall the exact circumstances which lead to the situation, all of which made sense at the time but now seemed to escape me.

“Without mentioning it? Without talking?” She shook her head, baffled by the situation I’d found myself in.

“No, of course we were talking. Just..not about fucking.” I squinted, knowing none of what I was saying sounded logical out loud.

“How the f-“

“I don’t know!” I whined in confusion, covering my face with my hands as I slouch back into the car seat. “You just had to have been there I guess.”

“Please don’t tell me you let him cum inside you.” She says with reservations, knowing me too well.

My silence said it all. “For fuck sake, Y/N! What if you get pregnant?”

“I don’t know!” I whined loudly, my mind whirling with possible scenarios. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Y/F/N chuckled as she drove, shaking her head. “So have you spoken to him since?”

“No, I’ve obviously seen him around, but we haven’t talked about what happened.” I admitted shyly, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel like an idiot who’d been used by her boss.

“Well, I don’t think that’ll last forever.” She said matter-of-factly, raising her eyebrows.

She was right. It wouldn’t last forever. I’d eventually have to face the repercussions of my, well our actions. I’d eventually have to come face to face with Ransom. After all, he was my boss.

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