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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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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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Always Meant To Be… Part 10/?
Ransom Drysdale x reader series
Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Ransom being mean, Ransom being subby, Reader meaning business, confessions, crying, Linda being a bitch, Walt and Richard being dicks, Ransom feeling worthless
The days that followed your fight with Ransom were confusing. Your emotions were all over the place. You were angry and upset with Ransom, but it wasn’t like you were in a relationship with him so he was technically free to do as he pleased. Ransom was never good at dealing with not getting his own way and usually retaliated in a childish way.
You were thankful for Steve being a good friend. When it looked like you were struggling, Steve (and Bucky) spent time with you. He made sure you were looking after yourself, and that you were eating and sleeping when you should. He even made sure you had clean clothes, especially when the two of you had to fly out to Italy for a business trip.
You weren’t really that bothered about going, but Steve said it was just what you needed and gave you no room to argue with him. And you were glad he made you go to Italy. Working and enjoying yourself without the stress of your family or Ransom and his, was just what you needed. But reality came crashing back the moment you arrived home and there was an invitation on your answering machine from Harlan, inviting you to a party for the launch of his new book and he wanted you there.
It was a good thing really that Steve had convinced you to buy that dress you saw in a boutique window whilst you were in Italy.
(look at this pretty dress ^)
“You didn’t have to come, Steve, you know that, right?” You smiled up at him thankful as the pair of you stood at Harlan’s front door.
Steve smiled as he reached up and knocked on the door. “I know, but I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you get fed to the lions, would I?” He chuckled.
Over the past couple of weeks, you had shared a lot with Steve about your family and Ransom’s (not that he hadn’t heard about them already), and he’d shared a lot with you. Your friendship had turned into something far more than just work colleagues and you were glad to have a good friend in Steve. It also meant you had a good friend in Bucky too, they sort of came as a pair.
The door opened and Fran smiled at you, “Hello, Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here.” She stepped aside and let you. “You’ve been avoiding us.” She teased.
You shook your head, “No, Fran, of course I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“It sure seems like you have.” A familiar voice said behind you.
You turned to face Harlan with a small sigh. “Hey, Harlan.” You gulped. “Hmm, thank you for inviting… Us.” You offered him a shy smile.
He nodded, “You know you’re always welcome here.” He offered you a soft smile. “What’s going on, Y/N?” He frowned and looked behind you. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” He asked as he looked Steve up and down curiously.
You smiled with a soft laugh. “You don’t need to size him up, Harlan. He’s just my friend.”
“And gay.” Steve held his hand out to Harlan with a smile. “Steve Rogers, sir. Pleasure to meet you.”
Harlan nodded and took his hand. “Harlan Thornby. Any friend of, Y/N’s, is a friend of mine.” He smiled politely. “Maybe you could tell me why my grandson and, Y/N, have been avoiding each other like the plague.” He asked.
Steve chuckled, “Sorry, Mr Thornby, but I’m staying outta that.”
Harlan nodded, “In that case, I’ll cut straight to the point… What’s, Ransom, done?”
You let out a heavy sigh, “Why do you assume it’s, Ransom?” You frowned.
“Because I know it is. I haven’t seen him for two weeks and then he showed up last night for dinner already pissed.” Harlan huffed. “What a joy that was. And of course, Walt and Richard, couldn’t help themselves passing comment.”
You frowned, “Yeah, well maybe instead of blaming, Ransom, you should ask your son and son-in-law what they’re up to.” You folded your arms over your chest in irritation.
Harlan frowned. “Meaning?”
You huffed. “They’re the ones showing up at, Ransom’s, demanding he ends things because and I quote, Richard, ‘We’re set to make a lot of money if, Y/N, marries that boy, Ransom.’” You mimicked Richard’s voice making Steve snicker, “And I think, Walt, said something about, 'Blood Like Wine’ was the one set to make a lot of money, which meant he was.”
Harlan looked over your shoulder. “Did he now?” He cleared his throat as he looked back at you. “Thank you for clearing things up, Y/N.”
You nodded. “Don’t be so hard on, Ransom, please. We are going through something at the moment but, we’ll figure it out… I hope.” You gave him a reassuring smile.
Harlan nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure.” He smiled. “Come on, let’s go through to the party.”
You were glad Marta was in attendance at the party because as soon as you entered the main room where Harlan’s party guests were, his family mad ejt very clear they weren’t happy with your presence.
“What happened last night?” You asked Marta as you and Steve stood with her in a corner talking.
“Ransom, was late to dinner and when he did finally showed up, he was hammered.” She began. “Walt, started on him, calling him all the usual names. But then, Richard, laughed and said something about you.”
“Me?” You frowned.
Marta nodded, “Something about seeing sense.” She shrugged. “Whatever he meant, Ransom, got angry and started shouting and throwing things like he does.”
“Jeez, you know how to pick 'em.” Steve joked receiving an elbow in the stomach from you.
“Trust me, the rest of the, Thornby-Drysdale, family are assholes and deserve it.” You said.
He nodded. “Sure. I can see that.”
The sound of the door slamming, echoed around the house. Even over the sound of the music that was playing and the chatter of the guests, you heard it from the room you were in.
You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. You knew who it was without seeing him. And sure enough, Ransom walked round the corner of the doorway. Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze met yours. You quickly looked away as Ransom took a step into the room but before he could get far his mother was dragging him away.
“You okay?” Steve asked.
You nodded, clearing your throat. “I’m fine.” You smiled. “Shall we get another drink?”
It seemed it wasn’t only you whom was on edge. Marta kept looking at you nervously as you and Steve spoke to Harlan about your recent trip to Italy. When he wasn’t asking you questions, Steve was asking him every question he could think of.
“Wait, wait, wait, you mean, Y/N was your inspiration for this book?” Steve asked looking at you excitedly.
Your brows furrowed as you shook your head. “What? No, he doesn’t mean that.”
“I do.” Harlan smiled at you. “You’re return home was what inspired the main character, although, I’ll let you in on a secret…” He leaned forwards, “You’re the thief.” He winked at you playfully.
Your eyes widened, “I’m not the murderer though, right?”
Harlan tapped his nose with a chuckle, “You’ll have to read the book.”
Steve nodded, “Definitely! I just finished reading your last book for like the third time, whilst we were in Italy.” He smiled at you.
“Did you pretend to be married to him as well?”
You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh before you turned to face Ransom as he stood behind you, glaring. “And how are you, Ransom?” You sassed, glaring back at him.
He scoffed, “If you’d have taken my calls, you’d know.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well, you know the reason why I’ve been avoiding you.”
Ransom nodded and looked at Steve. “Yeah, looks like you’ve found someone else to keep your cunt warm at night.” He turned his glare back to you. Ransom paled as he saw the hurt fill your eyes. He was a prick. He opened his mouth to speak but he wasn’t expecting you to slap him.
“You shut your fucking mouth, Hugh.” You snapped at him.
Ransom gulped and nodded as he lowered his head. “I-I’m sorry.”
You looked at him a little stunned. You’d never heard him apologize in front of his family before, it showed weakness.
“What on earth are you apologising to her? You did nothing wrong, Ransom.” Linda shrieked at him, attracting more attention than was necessary.
“Oh, shut the fuck up, Linda.” You snapped at her, surprising everyone. “This doesn’t concern you.” You glared at her.
Ransom began smirking as he watched his mother retreat back to where she came from with her tail between her legs.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Stop smirking, Ransom.” You warned him.
“You told, Linda, to shut the fuck up.” He chuckled.
You took a deep breath, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. “Yes, I’m well aware.” The corner of your mouth twitched, “What do you want, Ransom?”
“To talk.” He offered you a soft smile. “Please.”
You frowned at him, “Are you going to behave like an adult?”
He nodded, “I promise.”
You nodded. “Okay then, we can talk but not here. We’re not ruining this for, Harlan.” You turned to face Steve and Harlan. “M'sorry, Harlan.”
He shook his head as he offered you a kind smile. “Go talk. Maybe he’ll stop being so moody.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head making you laugh.
Steve sent you a wink, agreeing with Harlan and encouraged you to go talk with Ransom. Before Ransom could follow you out of the room, Steve grabbed him. “Just so you know, Hugh,” Steve smirked at the disgruntled look Ransom gave him. “I’m gay.”
Ransom’s eyes widened in surprise. “You are?”
Steve nodded. “So, can I have your friends number?” Steve asked.
Ransom’s mouth opened and closed before he decided to ignore Steve’s question and followed after you.
It didn’t take long for him to find you in Harlan’s office upstairs, away from the party. Silence sat heavily in the room as the pair of you stood at opposite sides of the room. You were stood by the window looking out, your arms folded across your chest as Ransom stood by the door, looking at you. He wanted to say so much to you, but now here he was and he’d forgotten how to speak.
The corner of his lips curved into a smile as he watched you. “You look beautiful.”
You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled softly. “Thank you…” You blushed a little and slowly turned to face him, “I’m sorry for slapping you.”
Ransom smiled at you, taking a couple of small steps towards you. “I deserved it.”
You nodded, slowly walking towards him, “You did.” You smiled back at him as he chuckled.
The silence filled the room as you stood in front of each other. All the anger and frustration you’d felt over the past few weeks seemed to disappear as you looked up at Ransom.
Ransom reached out and brushed a piece of your hair off your cheek, “I really want to kiss you, beautiful.” He admitted.
You felt yourself blush as Ransom cupped your cheek. “Is that you asking?” You asked him as a soft smile tugged at your lips.
Ransom’s lips curled into smile as he stepped closer to you, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t just kiss you and fix this, remember?” He repeated your words from weeks ago.
You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath. “Right… Me and my big mouth.” You huffed.
He lifted his head and pressed his lips against your forehead gently. “I don’t think I can fix this.” He whispered.
You frowned as you looked up at him. “Why would you say that?”
He shook his head as he sighed. “Because I let you down, Y/N. I did everything, I said I didn’t want to do, to you, and… I’m scared.”
“You’re scared?” You frowned at him. “Scared of what, Ransom?”
“Me.” He whispered. He looked up to meet your gaze with teary eyes. “What if, all I’m meant to do with my life is, fuck up? I don’t want to hurt you again. I’d rather kill myself–”
You cut him off by pulling on his coat until you could crash your mouth against his in a passionate kiss. Ransom’s arms wrapped around your waist as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair as you kissed him.
You pulled back taking a deep breath. “Don’t ever say shit like that again.” You warned him. “I wish you were able to see what a wonderful person you are, Ransom. You’re more than a fuck up.”
Ransom shook his head, “No I’m not. I’m a horrible person, Y/N.”
“No,” You shook your head as you cupped his face. “Ransom, you’re not.”
He nodded, “I hurt you and that was the last thing I wanted.
You smiled to yourself. "The fact that you’re admitting that, proves you’re a good person. Do you think, Walt or your father, feels guilty when they make someone feel like shit? Do you think, Linda, gives a fuck when she yells at a waiter or you for that matter? No, they don’t, because they are horrible people, Ransom. You, are not. Sure, you’re rude and sometimes selfish but so is everyone. But you, you are so much more. And all that stuff put together is the reason I love you.” You took a deep breath once you’d finished your speech.
Ransom’s lips began to curl. “You love me? Even after what I did?”
You nodded with a smile. “Apart from doing something stupid, you didn’t actually do anything wrong, did you?”
Ransom huffed. “It still made me feel worthless.”
You hummed, “I shouldn’t have run like I did.”
“Why did you run?” Ransom asked.
You lowered your gaze to where you were toying with a loose thread on his sweat. “I guess, I was scared too. And confused.” You shrugged. “All these years I’ve pretended we’re just friends because I was scared to lose you… Then, we found ourselves falling easily into whatever we were in as soon as we see each other again after all these years like, I’d never left and, you asked me to marry you before telling me you loved me, right out of the blue, I guess… I thought, if it turned out to be some sort of cruel joke then I didn’t want to be there when you laughed at me.” You admitted.
Ransom let out a heavy sigh as he pulled you into his chest, resting his head on top of yours. “My timing could have been better, couldn’t it?”
You chuckled, “A little.”
Ransom smiled and pressed a soft kiss to you the top of your head. “Did you get the flowers?” He asked.
You pulled back from him with a soft smile. “They were from you?”
Ransom nodded as his cheeks began blushing. “I stopped by last night to talk, to apologize really, but I saw you and your friend going inside your apartment so, I left them.”
“They’re beautiful,” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist as you rested your head on his chest.
Ransom pressed a kiss to the top of your head again. “You’re beautiful.”
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“What the fuck was that?” Linda spat at Ransom as the two of you stepped off the bottom of the staircase some time later.
Ransom rolled his eyes, “None of your business, mother.”
“Oh, don’t give me that, Ransom.” She glared at you. “I’m assuming it’s because of you, he’s been an asshole these past few weeks.”
Your brow furrowed before you looked up at Ransom ignoring Linda. “I’m gonna grab, Steve, and then we can leave.”
Ransom nodded, “I’ll find, Harlan.” He sent you a wink before turning and brushing past his mother. “Grandad,” Ransom called out to him as he walked up to where he was. “We’re leaving.”
Before Harlan could answer Joni opened her mouth. “He hasn’t done his speech yet.”
Ransom ignored her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Make sure you bring, Y/N, with you.” Harlan smiled.
“Y/N?” Walt started. “I thought she dumped your ass?” He smirked proudly.
Ransom glared at him. “I thought I told you to eat shit.”
“Ransom.” Linda hissed at him.
Ransom rolled his eyes and looked back at Harlan. “I’m sure, Y/N, will be happy to join us.”
“I don’t want that little madam around my son.” Donna patted Jacob on the shoulder who was none the wiser to what was going on.
Ransom rolled his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He snapped at her.
“Watch your mouth, you little shit!” Walt snapped at him.
“Ransom,” You called out from behind him. “Let’s go.”
“She’s telling you what to do, now?” Richard raised his eyebrow at his son.
You glared at him. “Isn’t that what you and the warthog were trying to do?”
Ransom smirked, “And the difference is when, Y/N, tells me what to do and I’m a good boy, I get to cum.” He turned around and walked up to you and Steve. “Let’s go.” He winked at you as he took your hand and began to pull you towards the door. “Harlan, asked if you’d like to come for brunch tomorrow?” Ransom asked with a smirk making you groan.
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