#always meant to be
Always Meant To Be… Part 9
Ransom Drysdale x reader series
Linda scowled at the mess that Ransom’s house was in. “Ransom!” She yelled, slamming the door shut behind her. “I know you’re home so get your butt down here!” She yelled out.
Heavy footsteps began to make their way down the stairs and from the darkness of his bedroom Ransom submerged.
“You look like shit.” She glared at him as he stepped off the bottom step.
Ransom stared blankly at her. “Thanks mother, it’s great to see you too.”
Linda huffed, “Why’s this place such a tip?”
“I fired the help.” He grumbled and walked away from her into his kitchen.
“What? Why?” She tutted and followed after him.
Ransom shrugged, “I wanted to.”
Linda scowled at him, “What are you playing at? Look at the state if this place… You. When was the last time you shaved? Or showered?” She nagged.
Ransom hunched over leaning against the counter top. “When was the last time you saw me?”
“Three weeks ago.” She folded her arms across her chest as she glared at him.
Ransom nodded and turned around to face. “Then that’s how long it’s been.” He let out a dry chuckle before reaching out and grabbing some liquor, pouring himself a glass.
“Jesus christ, Ransom,” Linda snatched it from him and through it into the kitchen sink, ignoring the smash. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you need to stop being so pathetic and sort yourself out. You will come to dinner tonight. I’m sick of your grandfather asking about you. Don’t, make me come and get you.” She snapped at him before taking her leave.
Ransom glared ahead of him, angry and frustrated.
He fucking hated his mother, but she had a point. He shouldn’t have gotten rid of his maid, his house had gotten into a state, but the last thing he wanted was to be around anyone else. He wanted to be alone. Actually, he wanted to be with you. He missed you. He missed you so much, he actually felt sick thinking about it. He needed to make this right with you. Even if you didn’t want to be with him, he needed you in his life as a friend.
Ransom decided for the first time in his life he was going to do something for himself, and began cleaning his house. Once it was clean, he had a shower and a shave, dressing in clean clothes before he headed out. If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do this right.
He went to the first florist shop he found and bought the biggest bunch of roses he could. He then nervously headed for your apartment. He was confident as he made his way inside and up to your floor, he knew what he wanted to say to you and he wasn’t apposed to grovelling on his knees if he had to.
But he wasn’t prepared to see you entering your apartment with Steve and grocery bags.
Ransom felt sick as he slowly walked over to your apartment door. He placed the roses on the floor in front of your door, knocking lightly before he turned around and walked away.
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“Do you think he’ll be there?” Steve asked as he placed the bag of groceries on your counter top.
You nodded. “I don’t think he’ll have a choice.” You answered. You looked over at your door with a frown as you heard a knock. You began to walk over to the door. “I just hope he’s okay. I know what those assholes are like.” You muttered and pulled the door open.
You were taken back by the massive bouquet of roses that sat in your door mat.
You bent down and picked them up with a curious look. You picked out the little white card that sat inside and read it.
X
“Who sent them?” Steve asked as you turned back into your apartment shutting the door behind you.
“I… Don’t know.” You frowned.
A part of you dreaded they were from Michael, but the bigger part of you hoped they were from Ransom, although you weren’t sure he’d ever sent flowers before so you weren’t sure if he knew how to.
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Always Meant To Be… Part 8
Ransom Drysdale x reader
Ransom didn’t know what to do. He’d tried to follow after you, but by the time he had his shoes and coat on, and found his car keys, you were nowhere in sight. So he went back home and had a drink, then another before he decided to text you. He could play it off as a joke that got out of hand. Or, he could say he thought that’s what you wanted him to say.
It didn’t matter what he said, you didn’t answer. So he had another drink and decided to call you. He’d be able to explain himself better but you didn’t pick up. So he had another drink and tried to call you again, but you still didn’t answer. So when he poured himself another drink and dialed your number a third time, he decided to leave you a voice mail.
“I wish I could tell you to eat shit, and be done with you, but I can’t. So, I’ll leave you alone. Talk to me when you’re ready… just, stay safe. Please.”
He should have left it there, but he didnt. That wasn’t him. So he dialed one last time and left another voice mail in true Ransom style.
“GO FUCK YOURSELF!”
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You weren’t sure why you told the taxi driver to go to Steve’s but you did. Maybe you should have gone to Harlan’s but you weren’t ready to face him, and Ransom could have turned up and you really weren’t ready for that.
“Can I help you?” You looked up at the brunet man in front of you.
“Oh, hmm, sorry, I’m looking for, Steve Rogers. Is he here?” You asked blushing.
The man nodded, “Sure, c'mon in, doll.” He stepped aside with a soft smile. “Sorry, what’s your name?”
“Oh, Y/N, sorry… I work with, Steve.” You blushed.
“Bucky,” He held his hand out to you and smiled as you shook it. “Go sit. I’ll shout him for you.” Bucky smiled again before walking off down the hall.
You let out a heavy sigh as you walked over to the sofa and sat down when your cell started to vibrate. You frowned and pulled it out of your purse with a groan. Ransom.
“Y/N, hey.” Steve walked over to you with Bucky behind him. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” He frowned as he sat next to you.
You sighed, “Ransom… He declared his love for me and then he asked me to marry him.”
Steve’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Bucky asked from where he stood.
Steve huffed and looked over to him. “Stay outta this, would ya’?” He shook his head and turned back to you. “Sorry, ‘bout him.” He offered you a small smile, “Right. From the beginning, what happened?”
You took a deep breath. “So, I was giving, Ransom, a blow job in his kitchen when his father and uncle barged in shouting at him.”
Steve held his hand up. “Ew! No, I don’t need to know that.”
“I do!” Bucky grinned. “Let me get a bottle of wine, then you can start from the beginning again.” He clapped his hands before walking off into the kitchen.
You shook your head with a smile as you looked at Steve.
“Sorry.” He chuckled, “Bucky’s my best friend… and room mate.” He let out a soft sigh as he watched Bucky move around their kitchen.
You hummed, “And he’s dark haired.” You smirked at him. “Tell me I’m wrong.” You raised your eyebrow.
Steve shook his head. “Okay, so maybe I have a crush on him.” Steve blushed as he looked back at you.
“Bullshit. The two of you have fucked, haven’t you?” You asked with a grin.
Steve groaned as he fell back into the sofa. “Once. In college. It’s when I realised I was gay…”
“You like him more than just friends, don’t you?” Steve nodded. “So why are you not together?” You asked curiously.
Steve shook his head. “We’re best friends, it would screw things up. And besides, Bucky, doesn’t do relationships.” He shrugged.
You nodded as Bucky came back and sat on the other side of you.
“Okay. From the beginng.” He smiled cheekily at you making you laugh. Steve groaned in embarrassment, making you laugh even more. Maybe coming to Steve’s was what you needed.
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After having a long chat with both, Steve and Bucky, you were able to finally admit to yourself, you’ve had to hide all the feelings you had somewhere deep inside you because you never thought that Ransom would reciprocate them. You were in love with Ransom.
He was Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he didn’t do love. In his words, 'He fucked and chucked woman, he didn’t fall in love with them.’
Because you hid your feelings, your friendship with Ransom was able to grow into something beautiful at an early age. The pair of you relied on each other, you found a haven in each other that wasn’t based on sex. It was true. And that’s why you couldn’t show your feelings for him, because you were scared of losing the only person you felt close to.
After a couple of days, Steve managed to convince you to read Ransom’s texts and listen to his voice mails. They were a mixture of Ransom’s emotions, exactly how you’d expected him to react. He said he was joking or, he blamed Walt. You weren’t even fazed when he told you to go fuck yourself. Typical Ransom.
Sunday evening, you were mentally preparing yourself as you stood at Ransom’s front door. You needed to speak to Ransom and if it turned out to be a joke, you were going to smack him, and move back to France.
You looked back over your shoulder to where Steve sat in his car waiting for you, before you knocked on the front door and waited… and waited and waited, but there was no reply. You looked back at where his beamer was parked in the usual spot and frowned. If that was home, Ransom was.
A part of you was starting to panick. Maybe he’d gotten drunk like he did the night you left and he passed out. And hit his head. Oh, shit, now you were really panicking.
Then you remembered something that happened the week before.
“Why are you knocking?” Ransom frowned at you as you stood on his door step.
Your smile fell, “Because that’s what you do at someone’s door.”
Ransom huffed and grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you inside and slamming the door shut. He walked over to where he kept his keys in a bowl and pulled out a spare one.
“Here.” He handed you it. “Now you never need to knock.”
You rolled your eyes with a soft exhale. “Are you really that lazy?”
Ransom’s eyes darkened. “Oh, baby girl, I’m far from lazy.” He smirked as he grabbed a hold of you by the waist and crashed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled your keys out and flipped through them until you got to the right one. Using the key Ransom had given you, you let yourself in.
There was no life as far as you could see, so you slowly began to walk further into his house. That’s when you heard the strange noise. You frowned as you moved closer to the staircase, straining your hearing for the noise. When you heard it, you quickly ran up the stairs. “Ransom, are you oka–”
“SHIT!” Ransom quickly pushed the girl’s head back, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Y/N, I–”
“FUCK YOU!” You shook your head and quickly turned around as Ransom jumped up from the chair he was sat in.
Ransom completely ignored the poor girl that was knelt on the floor as he pulled his pants back up.
You ran out the front door and down the path, finally letting your tears fall.
“Y/N!” Ransom shouted as he ran out after you. “Stop! Please!” He begged.
“Fuck you, Ransom!” You shouted.
“Stop!” Ransom quickly caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your arm and pulling you to stop.
“No!” You hit his chest. “Get off me!” You struggled in his hold on your upper arms.
“Y/N?” Steve closed his car door as he shouted out to you.
Ransom glared at him as his nostrils flared. “Who the fuck is he?” He snapped at you.
“Don’t even go there, Ransom. Not when you literally just had your cock in someone’s mouth.” You glared at him.
“M'sorry, okay? I thought you weren’t coming back.” He gulped. “I love you,” He whispered.
He leaned in to kiss you but you quickly slapped your hand across his face making him pull away from you.
“You can’t just kiss me, Ransom, and fix this.” You sobbed.
“What am I supposed to do? You just left.” Ransom shouted.
He looked over at Steve who was watching the pair of you intently.
He wasn’t going to let Ransom hurt you.
“Seriously, who the fuck is he? He the reason you ran? You fucking him too?” Ransom snapped at you.
You pushed on his chest, “Leave, Steve, out of this!” You hissed. “I was going to apologize for just running out like I did. You said to talk to you when I was ready. I was ready, Ransom. I was going to tell you how scared I was to hear you say I love you. I was going to bare my heart to you, but you had to go and shove your cock down some whore’s throat!”
“Just let me explain, Y/N, please.” Ransom grabbed a hold of your arm again.
“No!” You shook your head as you pulled your arm back. “What was it you said in your last voice mail? Go fuck yourself.”
Ransom watched as you turned and walked away from him. He watched Steve wrap his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he opened the passenger side door for you. He waited until the car started to pull away before he let his own heart crumble.
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I kinda feel like I’m writing for nothing atm. And I know I’m not the only author feeling like this. Where’s the love and appreciation? Hell, I don’t even mind if you have any constructive criticism.
I’m going to pause updates after today for my main 4 stories, The Florist next-door, Devil in Disguise, A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. and Always Meant to be. I just feel like you’re not interested in them atm so there’s no point stressing over them. Obviously if I get enough people asking for them then I will update sooner rather than later but until then, don’t expect any updates for a while.
I will however be uploading other pieces of works in the mean time and if anyone has any requests you’re more than welcome to send them in.
Thank you!
