But can you imagine ransom

So I wanna settle something once and for all, do you think Ransom would be a boyfriend who is an asshole to everyone except you and like loves you unconditionally and is like just perfect or do you think he would be an asshole of a boyfriend like he is to others? 

Old money, New Feelings

Chapter 10

Warnings: Talk of cheating, begging (not sexual), proving worth, trail (you’ll see), angst, fluff, swearing

Summary: You go to see Ransom after work. Was it a mistake?

Pairing: Ransom x Reader(y/n)

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My day goes on as, somewhat, normal but I have a large pit in the bottom of my stomach that is all due to me agreeing to Meeting Ransom after work. What if it is a mistake? What if he decides he has more fun sleeping around than being loyal? Is he even worth giving another chance when he hurt me so badly? It’s too soon to find any of the answers I’m looking for but before I know it my work day is over and I start to clock out and gab my things. I say goodbye to my coworkers for the night and I walk to the door. I feel like I have a slug stuck in my throat and something akin to butterflies in my stomach, well if butterflies were made of lead.

When I walk out the door I see Ransom dressed better than he normally does but not so well dressed that he is out of place. It seems he is at leas trying to make an effort to salvage whatever tattered pieces there are that is our relationship. When he looks up from his watch he perks up seeing me, his surprise is written clear as day on his face. Before I can get my legs, that seem to have changed to lead, to move he walks towards me. For the first time I see the bouquet that he is holding. It’s not an already made one that you could buy at any store; instead it has a mix of all my favorite flowers.

//keep reading//

“Hi y/n.” He says in a soft voice before holding out his hand that is holding the bouquet, “I got these for you. I think I remembered a lot of you favorites. If you don’t like it you don’t have to take it!” He adds the last part in a rush showing me how nervous he truly is.

“Don’t worry Hugh, I like them.” I take the bouquet gently. I can’t help but feel an odd sense of accomplishment seeing how nervous he is. “Can we go somewhere and talk? If you say no I understand but please, I’m begging you not to say no. I know I treated you like shit and you don’t deserve that but please hear me out.” His voice is broken and scratchy. For the first time I can see just how worn down he looks. His hair is perfectly groomed and styled but his face doesn’t match. His eyes have dark and large bags under them, his lips are chapped which he never let happen, he has marks on his neck from his anxious tick of rubbing his neck. When I look down the rest of him I see his hands that have marks on the knuckles, he used to punch a punching bag when his emotions got too difficult to handle, his nails are down to nubs and broken at best, his wrists are rubbed raw and he is no longer wearing his pinky ring. I didn’t want myself to feel bad but I do.

As he keeps nervously rambling I gently cut him off by taking his hand softly. His head snaps down to look at it before looking up at me with big eyes that are full of emotions that I can’t begin to decipher. “Let’s go get a coffee at the cafe and we can sit and talk, okay?” I keep my voice soft and I can see his body relax. He nods “The one a few blocks away right?” When I nod he asks “If you want we can drive there or we can walk. Whichever you want Y/n.”

“Let’s walk.” I say softly ad he nods.

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Our walk there is a bit awkward and silent. He walks just a little behind me. When we get to the coffee shop he holds the door open for me and gives me a weak smile. “Want your usual?” He asks softly. “You know it?” I ask surprised “Come on, give me a little bit of credit. With all the time we spent together of course I learnt some things about you.” He laughs softly and it’s a bit contagious making me laugh. “Should I take that as a yes?” He asks with a smile. “Yes please. Thank you Ransom.” I say softly with a little smile. “Don’t thank me y/n. It’s the least I could do.” He says softly and then gets in line.

I walk to the corner of the cafe and I sit in the booth and I take deep breath to try and calm down my rapidly beating heart. I don’t know what he could possibly say to me that will heal what he had said. Even with how fucked his mental and emotional trauma was that isn’t an excuse to treat me like I’m nothing.

I get lost in my thoughts and don’t even realize I’ve zoned out till I hear a soft “Y/n.” When I come to the real world I see Ransom in the booth bench across from me with his coffee and my own drink. “Sorry, I just didn’t want to scare you or have you think I was just watching you like some creepier.” He says softly in a caring tone. He then holds out the hand with my drink in it “Here you go madam.” He gives me a lopsided smile and I can’t help but blush and smile back. I take my drink from his hand and I mumble a soft but genuine thanks.

“So, um, I’m sure you probably just want to get this over with. I know you must hate my guts at the moment but please hear me out.” He says softly to which is just say “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t plan to hear you out.” He nods and says “Um, yeah, right. Sorry. First and foremost I want to tell you that I’m sorry. I was an ass and treated you like shit. I should have treated you like the most precious thing in the world because you are.” His voice is so soft and full of so much emotion, if he is lying he deserves whatever award is for acting. He then continues on “And I finally got a therapist, he says I’m making a lot of progress. Turns out I have some messed up shit from my childhood and I cover that with jokes. Who’d have guessed right?” He laughs and i look at him “You do realize what you just did right?” I ask due to him covering with a joke. “Yeah, sorry. Still a work in progress.” He seems to suddenly remember something and pulls out a folded piece of peer from his pocket, he unfolds it and shows me a paper from his therapist saying some of his progress “I told him that if you call and ask about my progress he could tell you anything. I don’t want you thinking I’m lying again. And I’m clean by the way, in the drug way and the STI way. I got ride of that stupid douche ring that you hated. I’ve even started working for my grandfather as his personal editor and I’m even writing my own books! You were right about how making your own money is so much more satisfying. I’m not just doing this for you either, at first I was but now I genuinely like the changes I’ve made.” He seems to relax a bit after saying that. I study his face for any lies and I can’t find any trace of a lie.

“I understand if you can’t forgive me but I really hope you can give me a chance to prove that I’ve changed.” He says softly and it tugs on my heart. I nibble on my lip nervously before I sigh and say “I’ll give you another chance but if you break my heart again I won’t forgive you and this time I’m gonna make some ground rules. That’s fair right?” He nods quickly and eagerly which makes me continue “1, you block any and all past hookups or ex’s. 2, you keep going to therapy and working. And 3, if I ever find you lying to me again we are over. Got it?” “Yes. Anything! I’ve already blocked any ex’s or anything like that so that’s not an issue, I can even show you if I need to. I was planning on still going to therapy and maybe, if you want, we can go together once in a while! Plus, if I ever lie to you again then you have every right to leave me but I’m not planning on every lying to you.” He puts his hand on my own and gently squeezes. I can’t help but smile.

I’m updating Old Money, New Feelings Chapter 10! Should be posted in a couple of day! Thank you for waiting so patiently! Also, do you guys want some smut in this?

(smut warning)

-first off, he’s an asshole, and he might be a little nicer to you than other people, but he will always be a dick

-meeting at a big party his family is throwing

-he’s only there because his parents bribed him to be

-he stays more to the sides of the room, lurking and looking for more champagne because his parents have told the bartender to stop serving him, which makes zero sense because he’s a grown ass man

-he sees you and enjoys your face, so he comes over to talk with you

-this man is gorgeous and is used to women throwing themselves at him, so he barely even has to put on any charm

-but there you are, being impervious to his charm, and it makes him want you even more

-he tries a few shitty pick up lines and when you roll your eyes at him and laugh, he gets a little bit angry, because… like… why are you not sucking his dick in the supply closet yet?

-“wanna get out of here?” he asks. “I’m pretty sure you’ve been drinking-” “then you can drive, come on, it will be fun.” 

-he whines until you give in

-you end up at a breakfast place, I-hop or Dennys and this fucker whines about the alcohol selection being sub-par

-he’s kind of hilarious, in a shitty, privileged, way… but he’s also gorgeous so… what are you going to do? notfuck the guy? haha yeah right

-he talks a lot but he’s nice to look at so it’s okay

-spending way too much time at this diner eating and chatting

-but neither of you really want to leave

-he tells you about his family, giving you all the juicy details

-when he mentions hating the dogs you seriously consider dipping on the date… then you realize, is this a date?

-you decide that if he pays for the meal, then it’s probably a date

-the bill comes and he pulls out his wallet and your heart flutters in your chest because… it’s probably a date

-he’s still a little drunk, after all, he managed to convince an employee to give him a mimosa minus the OJ 

-so you drive him home

-when you’re sitting in the car outside his place he gets all whiney again, “come inside with me.” 

-he’s really not the type someone says no to… especially with his face being 10/10 and everything

-he’s such a charmer

-somehow he sweet talks you into going inside with him

-as soon as the door is closed behind you, he kisses you

-he’s BIG so… if you have a size kink, this guy checks that off

-he loves using his body to pin you against the wall

-he has a complete control kink. hella dom. knows exactly what he wants and expects to get it. he finds a good medium between degradation and praise. hella rough, choking, spanking, marking. gets possessive way too fast- you know, a gReAT gUy

-waking up the next morning with his arms around you

-he’s a clingy sleeper

-buries his face in your neck and refuses to wake up

-like, he doesn’t treat you like a one night hook up which is kind of odd?

-“do you have anywhere to be?” he asks

-”not really.”

-“then I’m making you breakfast.” 

-you’re kind of shocked he can cook. 

-you put on a dress shirt of his and follow him to the kitchen where he makes some decent scrambled eggs

-he likes looking at the marks he’s left on your skin, but he doesn’t apologize for them

-“so, we should do this again sometime.” he says

-he makes it sound so casual, but like… this man just marked the shit out of you, cuddled you, and made you breakfast…

-you go home and a day passes, then he’s hitting you up again

-his texts relly a lot on emojis? but… as if you’re going to not understand “”

-honestly, the emojis are just him dicking around with you like an asshole. like, why take the type to type out ‘come over so we can fuck’ when you can just send some emojis?

-he texts you the filthiest things while he’s at family events because he’s a dick

-he kind of loves it though

-a month passes with you spending at least one or two nights a week at his place and he gets progressively more boyfriend-like

-you start to see the deeper side of him, he begins to tell you actual secrets, instead of just the shallow drama that goes around in his family

-he adores cuddling with you? which is a shock to him, but it’s so relaxing to just cuddle and rant

-he likes playing with your hair, which is when he realizes he wants you to be his girlfriend

-he can’t imagine anyone else touching you, you’re his

-“wanna come to a family thing with me?” he asks, out of the blue. “ooh, like as your date?” you tease. “as my girlfriend.” 

-you’re shook, because he wants to introduce you to his family as his girlfriend. sometimes this guy shocks you, he has the capacity for sweetness, just prefers to be a dick most of the time

-so you go to the event with him, he gets you a beautiful outfit to wear for it

-“so my family hates me, but you? well, you’re actually a nice person so I think they’ll be welcoming, and if they aren’t, they can eat shit.” 

-his family is super nice to you and everyone’s shocked that you’re sweet and gorgeous

-in fact, they’re very vocal about it, “she’s way too pretty for you Ransom.” “is he paying you? blackmailing you to be with him? you can tell us, we can help.” “if you’re some sort of hired actress, tell us and we’ll pay you double what he’s paying you.”

-yeah, they’re assholes too

-Ransom keeps you close to him the entire night

-his arm is around you always, because you’re HIS

-he’ll fight anyone who looks at you the wrong way

-at dinner, his hand is on your thigh under the table and it keeps getting higher and higher because he’s a dick

-he’s way too into exhibitionism, and the thought of fucking you in his grandfather’s house is driving him mental

-lots of dirty whispering into your ear

-he’s a bit of a mess

-but you really ground him, especially at family events

-as long as people don’t try to fight you or him, things actually run fairly smoothly

-people can see how much he loves you

-like, he looks at you with such adoration in his eyes it’s insane

-no one ever thought they’d see Ransom-the-asshole fall in love

-he’s kind of whipped for you

-as time passes, he gets more and more calm and nice

-it would be a very sexual relationship, i mean, look at him

-he’d tell you everything, show you the dark side of him

-he’s really smart, which can be kind of scary, but you trust him

-he’d never hurt you

-he has the capacity to hurt people, but he’s so in love with you

-once he tells you he loves you the first time, after that, he says it a lot

-he feels the need to assure you he loves you, and really likes it when you say it back

-his family is so shitty, having someone who truly loves him, unconditionally, well, he’s addicted to you, and he’s never letting you go

-so many cuddles

-he may only be able to cook eggs, but he’s still a hottie while doing it

-stealing his sweaters, even though they dwarf you

-his clothes always smell like him and you love wearing them

-he has a huge kink for fucking you while you wear one of his sweaters cuz he thinks you look adorable in it

-get used to being mostly naked because that’s how he likes it at his house

-he’d pamper you

-getting you lingerie so you can put on a fashion show for him

-biting and marking

-he’s super passionate

-he growls… it’s a nice sound

-loves just cradeling you to his chest, he’s so broad, it’s so nice

-he’s always warm?

-i know he’s like… an asshole, but he’s also baby, and you just need to treat him like one sometimes

-i love him

Hey y’all. So i know I haven’t posted in a while. I have a major case of writer’s block, but right now I need y’all’s help. I can’t find this fic that I had been waiting for an update on and I saw that it updated but I think I accidentally unfollowed the writer. So please help me find it. It is called Stick With You. It’s Ransom x Reader and it was written by an account that used to be called odakyu. I love this fic. Please let me know if you can find it and if you do come across it, I highly recommend.

And They Were Roommates Part 6

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Warnings: Language

Tags:@dark-night-sky-99

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back. Sorry about the wait but Part 6 is finally here.

After Ransom had left, you pressed your back against your door to stabilize yourself as you exhaled shakily. You slowly sunk to the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest. You sat there as you felt your heart breaking.

Somehow the bastard had managed to worm his way back into your heart. You had sworn that you would never let Ransom Drysdale hurt you again, that you wouldn’t let yourself care about him. Your eyes began to tear up, and you could feel yourself struggling to hold it in as you wheezed agonally.

“No,” you thought to yourself as you resolved yourself to never cry over this boy again. You stood up and wrapped your arms around yourself as if you were holding the pieces that were once you together.

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It had been two weeks since Ransom had left, or more accurately, you sent him away. You had sent him away because you were afraid. You could admit that to yourself now in the quiet after he was gone. You were afraid of getting hurt and of caring about anyone like that but especially him.

You missed him like you would miss a limb. You hadn’t realized how dependent you had become on him in the short few weeks that he had lived with you, not in the traditional sense though. It was little things, like getting you to take a break from you hours upon hours of studying. Sometimes it was making you watch a movie with him, others it was something small like sliding a bag of Cheez-Itz under your door. Now it felt like the most laborious task just to force yourself to get up and go to the kitchen. Some days you would get so caught up and forget to eat entirely. Ransom would’ve yelled at you for that.

It hurt to think about him, but he was all that you could think about. He was the first thing on your mind when you woke up and the last thing when you went to sleep. It was a little pathetic if you were being honest with yourself.

You missed all the things that had seemed so insignificant between the two of you, like when you would sit on the couch, watching a movie and you would curl up into his side because you were cold. Looking back on it, maybe some of the things that you did with him did blur the line, but some small part of you couldn’t help but want it.

You also missed wearing his sweaters. You loved the way that they hund off you, and the fact that the arms were too long so you could whack them around and smack him with them. He had left one of his sweaters at your place. It was the same one from the night of the bar. You had kept it in your room, swearing that you would give it back eventually, but you hadn’t, and now it was too late. You had moped around your apartment in the sweater for about a week, but it had lost the smell of Ransom that was the entire reason that you loved it. Now, it was just another sweater.

In the first few days after he had left, your phone was buzzing nonstop with messages, Snapchats, DMs, voicemails, emails, and more from Ransom. You hadn’t answered any of them. Your phone was neglected for three days. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. Eventually, it had just stopped ringing. Your friends called too. They hadn’t heard from you and were worried. Even Meg called; Ransom had asked her too.

You hadn’t been out or left your apartment at all since he left. Some part of you irrationally feared that he would just be waiting outside to ambush you. You were running low on groceries though. You didn’t even have enough in your pantry to make a suitable breakfast. You didn’t remember unflavored Ramen and moldy strawberries as being part of a traditional Continental breakfast.

You grabbed your keys and headed out to your favorite coffee shop down the street. When you reached the street, you breathed in fresh air for the first time in a week. You checked over your shoulder hastily for the fear that Ransom would pop out of nowhere and kiss you again. Another part of you, deeper down, hoped that he would. You hurried down the street with your head ducked down into the collar of your coat, your cheeks flushed from the brisk air.

You stopped briefly outside of the coffee shop, about to head in, when you caught sight of an all too familiar face. Ransom stood behind the counter clumsily creating some whipped drink that was more cream than coffee. You never thought that you would see Ransom working and especially not in some shitty apron. You got caught up in staring at him for a couple minutes. You caught yourself and hurried away before he could catch sight of you.

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A few days later, you were walking by the coffee shop again, the same way that you had everyday since you had found out that Ransom was working there. This time you just couldn’t stop yourself from walking in.

“Hi,” you said with mock cheeriness and thinly veiled anxiety to the tiny college girl working the register.

“What can I get for you?” she replied in a disinterested tone.

“Actually I was wondering when Ransom was working?”

“The himbo who radiates toxic masculinity?”

The very same.”

“What’s it to you?” she asked, making her intentions clear.

“5 bucks.”

“Twenty.”

“Fine,” you said as you dropped the money into her outstretched and expecting hand.

“He’s in the back. Want me to get him for you?” she asked, suddenly much more helpful than before.

“No that’s okay.”

“I want you to get your money’s worth. I’m gonna get him.”

“Thanks,” you said, resigned to your fate.

“Katie said that somebody was looking for me,” Ransom said as he stepped out from the back, his apron pulled taut across his broad chest.

“Yeah that would be me,” you chuckled nervously as you stepped into his line of sight.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You know, I only got the job here in the hopes of seeing you.”

“I figured as much,” you laughed. You could always see right through Ransom. “How have you been?”

“Good. What about you?”

“Not great. I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Y/N, and your apartment,” he said as he flashed the biggest smile at you and engulfed you in the tightest bear hug.

“I’m sorry for kicking you out. I was wrong. The kiss was actually really nice.”

“No shit, it was me kissing you.”

“Look, asshole,”you joked. “You’re ruining my apology.”

“Fine, fine. I promise I’ll shut up now.”

“Ransom, the truth is, I l-“

“Hey baby!” A blonde blur screamed as she launched herself into his arms.

“Brianna?” Ransom asked, taken aback. “What are you doing here.”

“Well you left me money for the cab fare on the nightstand, and I figured instead, I would come down here and buy us both breakfast with it!’

“Bye Ransom,” you said, heartbroken as you raced for the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” he called out as he trailed after you.

“What the hell, Ransom?”

“She’s nothing. She doesn’t mean anything to me!”

“Right! So she’s like all women! Tell me, does anybody mean anything to you? I should’ve known that you would have moved on immediately and gone back to your man whoring ways!”

“I don’t want to have this out on the street.”

“Good neither do I!” you said as you spun around and started walking as quickly as possible back to your apartment. “Goodbye, Ransom!” you shouted over your shoulder.

And They Were Roommates Pt. 5

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst

Tags:@dark-night-sky-99

A/N: Hey y’all. I’m sorry that it’s been so long. Finals week was hell. In reference to the story, sorry if y’all are mad.

The next morning, you woke up, and the bed felt cold. You reached out for Ransom’s warm body, but you grasped at nothing. You sat up, startled, and looked around for Ransom, but he was nowhere to be found. You could smell something cooking in the kitchen and followed your nose with heightened interest. You walked into the kitchen to find Ransom with his back turned to you, hunched over the oven.

“Need any help with that?,” you asked sweetly as you leaned over the counter eagerly to see what Ransom was doing. He practically jumped halfway across the room at the sound of your voice.

“Jesus, Y/N! You scared me half to death! How about a little warning next time?”

“What’re you doing?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast as a thank you for last night and for letting me stay with you.”

“I hate to say it, but it looks like your bacon is burning,” you said as you pointed to a pan of what you really hoped was bacon, but was borderline unrecognizable at this point.

“Dammit!” he exclaimed as he removed the pan from the stove before he doused it with water and dumped the steaming contents in the trash. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted everything to be perfect for you because of how good you’ve been to me.”

“It’s okay,” you replied earnestly as you reached a hand across the counter and took his in a comforting gesture. “What’s in the oven though? At least that smells delicious!”

“Uh, it’s banana bread. It’s the only thing the maids taught me to make when I was little.”

“I’m sure it’s wonderful, Ransom, and besides every strip of bacon that you eat takes 15 minutes off of your lifespan! Your terrible cooking is actually saving us!”

“Thank you for saying that. Here, how about I make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight?” he asked as he pulled the banana bread out of the oven, sliced it, and handed you a piece.

“That sounds great! Where are we going?”

“I’ll try to get a reservation at Lucianno’s.”

“Ooh, fancy!”

“Yeah, so wear something nice,” he called out after you as you walked out of the kitchen.

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Later that night, you stood in front of the mirror and admired yourself. You looked good.You had chosen to wear a tight black dress that showed off all of your curves with an open back. It also stopped mid thigh. You had picked up a new pair of heels last time you went shopping with your friends that you hadn’t had the opportunity to wear yet. They made your legs look fantastic. Your makeup and hair was simple as you didn’t want to overshadow your dress. You stepped out of your room to find Ransom already waiting for you in the entryway. He was wearing a navy suit that brought out the blue in his eyes and tugged at his shoulders, showing off how big he was.

“Damn Ransom! You clean up nice!” you exclaimed as he stood in front of you speechless. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” you teased him as you did a twirl to show off your dress.

“You look… gorgeous.”

“Thanks! Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Ransom said shakily as he offered you his arm.

You arrived at the restaurant and were shown to your table. There was already a bottle of champagne waiting for you.

“Thank you so much,” you said as the hostess pulled your chair out for you. “Do they just give out free champagne here? Is it a rich people thing?”

“No,” he laughed. “I called ahead. Only the best for you, Y/N”

“That was really sweet of you.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“You already said that, Ransom.”

“It deserved to be said again.”

“What has gotten into you, what with all this being so nice and stuff?” you joked.

“It’s you, Y/N. You showed me kindness when you didn’t have to. You’re the greatest person I’ve ever known.”

“I’m glad that you’ve changed so much, Ransom. Maybe now you won’t commit attempted murder.” He laughed.

The waiter approached your table to take your order, but Ransom stopped you before you could speak

“Hi. I’d like to order for the lady as well.” You rolled your eyes. You hated when guys did this. They always ordered you a salad, and got a hamburger for themselves. “She’ll have a 16 ounce sirloin with a side of a baked potato. Also, can I add on an additional side of frites to that? And I’ll have the chicken picatta please.”

The waiter nodded and took your order back to the kitchen.

“Wow. You’re good at that.”

“I pride myself on knowing you better than the general public,” he teased you.

“Okay, but frites?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to call them french fries at upscale restaurants.”

The rest of dinner was great. You laughed through the entire thing. Y’all went out for a walk and some ice cream.

“Tonight was really great. Thank you for this, Ransom,” you said as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

“I had a fun time too,”he replied. You could feel his hand pressing into your back as he guided you to your door and gently pinned you against it. He began to lean in and closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” you asked incredulously as you put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back.

“Well, it’s customary to kiss a pretty girl goodnight after a date.”

“What?”

“Are you telling me that you didn’t know this was a date?”

“No. I thought we were going out to dinner as friends.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel what I feel!” Ransom yelled.

“No, Ransom. I can’t do this with you, not again!”

“What do you mean?”

“You cheated on me, Ransom, with my best friend! You treated me like your property the entire time that we were together, and you never listened to any of my opinions!”

“I’ve changed!” he argued.

“Have you? Because murdering people doesn’t really scream ‘I’m a better person now,’ does it Ransom?”

“That’s not fair and you know it, Y/N!”

“Isn’t it? Spoiled little rich boy, who’s never had anybody say no gets upset because for the first time, somebody did say no to you. Most people would have just taken it, but no! You had to murder somebody!”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“That’s what you always say. You never take responsibility for your actions! You always find somebody to blame it on! I’m sick of it!”

“Why can’t you just let me in?” he pleaded.

“No, Ransom! I let you be the main character in my life for way too long. I’m done!”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel the chemistry between us!” Ransom yelled before he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you passionately.

You pulled away slowly and looked down at your feet.

“I think it’s time that you move out.”

Quarantine Blues

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Summary: Quarantining with Ransom

Warnings:18+!Smut. Dubcon but not really. D/S themes. Reader being a brat

Word Count: 1.6k

“Ransom, we’re out of milk!” you shouted as you tried in vain to shake out any meager drops that remained over your bowl of cereal.

“Go get some more,” you heard him yell back from the living room. You followed his voice to find him sitting on his couch watching his tenth episode of Criminal Minds in a row.

“How long has it been since you left the couch?”

“They’re about to catch the Replicator!” he protested.

“The BAU isn’t going anywhere. Now, go to the store and pick up some more milk.”

“Oh, so my little princess is trying to give me orders now?” Ransom asked as he grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto the couch and into his arms. You started to relax back into his strong arms as he began to plant a trail of kisses down your neck, before you stopped yourself.

“No,” you said as you pushed yourself away from him and sat up. “You need to go to the store.”

“But you’re much more fun than the grocery store.”

“Ransom,” you reprimanded him lightly. “I hate dry cereal, and besides it’ll be good for you to get some fresh air.”

“No air out there is fresh. It’s all contaminated with corona.”

“That’s why you wear a mask and use plenty of hand sanitizer.”

“But what if that’s not enough? Are you really willing to risk my life like that? You’re ready to lose me?” he asked in an over dramatic voice.

“For cocoa pops with milk I’d do anything. You know it turns the milk chocolatey and that’s very important to me, Ransom.”

“Since when are Cocoa Pops more important than me?”

“Forever. Now, get your ass up off the couch and go get me my milk,” you ordered him as you got up and tried to pull Ransom off of the couch as well with all your body weight.

“This is hopeless, you know,” he said as he watched you with a bored expression, unmoved despite your best attempts.

“Do you love me, Ransom?”

“Of course I do, baby.”

“So you’ll get me my milk!”

“You’re really not gonna give up, are you?” he asked.

“No.”

“Fine,” he said as he lazily got off of the couch before he kissed you gently on the forehead, grabbed his coat and slipped out the door.

He returned a little less than an hour later with your milk jug in hand.

“Hey, babe. I missed you while I was gone,” he said as he stepped through the door.

“You were only gone for 45 minutes,” you said as you fumbled with the remote. “Why were you gone that long anyway? It only takes 10 minutes to drive into town, 5 minutes with the way that you drive.”

“I couldn’t find the milk, and I didn’t want to ask a store person because I figured they’re the most at risk for catching corona, and I certainly don’t want to get it.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Yeah, but you love me. So what are you watching?”

“Nothing,” you answered quickly.

“Y/N?”

“Ransom,” you replied sweetly.

“I’m gonna ask you again. What are you watching?”

“I told you, it’s nothing, just some stupid show. Don’t worry about it,” you said immediately. Ransom, suspicious of you, stepped out of the doorway and further into the living room to see the TV as you desperately tried to turn it off.

“Is that Criminal Minds?” he shrieked at an impossibly high pitched level.

“I just wanted to see what you were so hyped up about.”

“So you watched ahead of me? I buy you milk and this is how you repay me? You know who the Replicator is and I don’t.”

“Oh, I can tell you! It’s-“

“No!” Ransom shouted as he clapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to hear it. LALALALALALA,” he sang as he walked out of the room.

“Ransom!” you called out as you ran after him.

“You betrayed me,Y/N” he yelled from inside your room.

“Ransom, don’t you think that you’re being a little overdramatic?” you shouted as you jiggled the locked handle. “Let me in. We can talk about this!”

“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Y/N!”

“Fine. I’ll come back when you’re ready to stop acting like a child!” you screamed as you stomped down the stairs to pour yourself a drink.

…

A couple of hours later, you heard Ransom’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Are you finally ready to talk?” you asked as you looked up from your third glass of red wine.

“No, but I was hungry, and I wanted some mac and cheese.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled as you watched Ransom raid the shelves and attempt to turn on the stove.

“Do you know how to make mac and cheese?”

“I do,” you said simply. Ransom fixed you with a questioning stare, urging you to go on. “Well, I’m certainly not going to tell you while you’re still acting like a two year old.”

“Please. I’m starving.”

“You know, it’s nice to hear you beg for once.”

“Don’t talk dirty to me, princess, not right now.”

“I will do whatever I please. You’re not the boss of me,” you said defiantly.

“Yes, I am,” Ransom said darkly as he took a step towards you. “Make me some damn mac and cheese.”

“No.”

“You will do as I say, you little brat,” he said before he pinned you back against the wall and captured your lips in a crushing, almost painful kiss. You ended the kiss abruptly and slipped out from under his arms.

“Does this mean that you’re not angry at me anymore?”

“I’m still mad, but there are ways for me to get over it.”

“Good, then I’ll make you your mac and cheese now,” you said cheerfully as you retrieved a pot from under the stove and turned the stove on.

“I believe that I’ve found other ways of satisfying my hunger,” he said as he pressed himself against you from behind, and turned your head so that he could kiss you greedily.

“Slow down mister,” you chided him as you swatted away one of his wandering hands. “You were so insistent about your mac and cheese, so now, I’m going to make it for you, and you are going to enjoy it.”

“Fine,” he sighed as he settled himself at a stool across from you at the counter. “Watching you cook is hot too.”

“You need to calm yourself.”

“It’s not my fault that my wife is so hot.”

“You’re not worming your way into my pants right now, Ransom. Now, eat up,” you said as you slid a steaming bowl of mac and cheese across the counter to him before leaving the kitchen for your room.

Half an hour later, Ransom pushed through your bedroom door to find you sitting on your bed, reading a book. He flung himself onto the bed and attempted to cuddle you while popping open the top few buttons of the shirt you were wearing which was actually his.

“Stop it, Ransom. I’m trying to finish my book!” you protested with a giggle.

“I can think of better ways to spend your time,” he said as he began to lightly trace your breasts underneath your shirt.

“Ransom, stop!”

“Why devour that book when I could be devouring you?” His hand began roaming lower and lower as you began to involuntarily give into him with small movements, craving him, but you forced yourself to snap out of it.

“You’re insatiable. Come back later. These legs are closed right now. I really want to finish this book. I want to know who did it.”

“It was the maid,” he answered before chucking your book halfway across the room and started nipping at the base of your neck playfully.

“Ugh, now I have to get up and go get it, dickwad,” you said as you stood to go get it, but Ransom grabbed your arm and pulled back onto the bed, kissing you passionately.”

“Or you could stay right here.” He looked into your eyes waiting for you to answer him, but you were still left breathless from his kiss. He took that as a yes and began to kiss a trail down your stomach.

“I never could say no to you,” you said as soon as you regained your breath. You pulled his head back up gently to meet yours, and you kissed him deeply, a clashing of teeth and tongues.

“As I recall, you were a bad girl today, talking back to me like that. I can show you better uses for that pretty mouth.” Ransom kicked his sweatpants off, confirming what you already knew: that he wasn’t wearing boxers. You took his cock in your mouth and started to suck, but Ransom was impatient and pushed you down further on his cock. You could feel him getting more desperate, so you stopped. “Ah baby, you’re so good with that mouth.”

“I want you inside me, Ransom.” Not needing to be told twice, he immediately aligned himself at your center and pushed into you. You moaned as you slid down to his hilt.

“Baby, you take me so well,” he groaned as he thrust into you. Within minutes the two of you were both moaning incoherently and you felt your stomach clench. Seconds later, you came with Ransom following soon after you too.

As you disentangled yourselves, you nestled your head on top of Ransom’s chest.

“I love you more than Criminal Minds, Ransom,” you whispered into his chest. He was silent for a few moments before you cleared your throat in expectation.

“What? It’s a hard decision to make!”

“Whatever. I still love you.”

“I love you too,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed the top of your head.

And They Were Roommates Pt. 4

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst

Tags:@dark-night-sky-99

The next morning, you woke up groggy, and your head was pounding. As you slowly came to, you realized that you were pressed against something hard. Had you left your backpack in bed again? You snuggled back into your pillow, not quite ready to wake up and face the day yet, when you realized that that wasn’t your pillowcase, and the sweater wasn’t yours either. You immediately shot up in bed and looked around you, just as Ransom’s arms fell from around your waist.

Crap! Last night came rushing back to you and you winced at the memory. You suddenly remembered the alley and Ransom saving you. You finally remembered why you were in his bed. It was kinda sweet, the fact that he had been so willing to let you sleep with him to calm his nerves.

You lay back down in his arms, still not quite ready to be awake yet, and nestled back into him, retreating to the safe comfort of his warm arms. However, as soon as you did, you could feel his semi pressing into your back, and you practically leapt out of the bed. No! That was never happening again. You rushed out of the room and back to your own. You immediately stripped out of Ransom’s sweater and threw it across the room before changing into a pair of your own sweats.

You walked into the kitchen in search of some breakfast, but Ransom had eaten the last of your Pop-tarts. Luckily there was still a box of pancake mix, and it had been a while since you had chocolate chip pancakes. As you were measuring the ingredients, you hesitated for a second. Before, you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t let Ransom get used to the idea of a homemade breakfast everyday. He was already entitled enough as it is, but now, you were questioning that idea. He had saved you last night and been kind to you. So yeah, just this once, he deserved some pancakes.

A few minutes later, Ransom stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes blearily and wearing nothing but sweatpants and looking more delicious than the breakfast that you were cooking.

“Hey, did you make enough for me this time?” he asked as he sat at the bar across from you.

“Actually, I did,” you said as you pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter towards him.

“And you put the chocolate chips in the shape of a heart. Someone’s feeling smiley this morning.”

“I feel fine, perfectly normal. I wanted to thank you again for last night.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Y/N,” Ransom reassured you as he reached for your hand across the bar and squeezed it gently.

“Yes, I do,” you replied, turning your attention back to your pancakes. “Now stop distracting me. You’re making me burn the pancakes.”

“Why didn’t you stay in bed this morning?”

“Oh, I uh… couldn’t get back to sleep,” you stammered.

“Well, I’m gonna go for a run,” Ransom said as he stood and disappeared back into his room. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding.

…

Later that night, you left your room after a particularly grueling case study. All you wanted was to eat some microwave pizza out of the freezer and go back to your room and sleep, but Ransom had other plans.

“Hey, Y/N! I thought that we could have movie night.”

“Not tonight, Ransom. I’m really tired,” you sighed.

“But I already ordered the Thai food.”

“Did you get pad thai?”

“And I rented Rocky Horror. It’ll be just like college.”

“I’m still in college.”

“You’re in law school. You need to remember what it was like back when you were rooming with Meg and we used to have our ridiculous movie marathons,” Ransom reasoned.

“You were cheating on me for most of that. Please forgive me, if I’d prefer not to relive that.”

“Just sit down and watch the damn movie, Y/N,” Ransom ordered you as he patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“Fine.”

…

It was an hour later, and you were about halfway into Rocky Horror.

“You know, I’m not gay, but if I was Rocky would be my first choice,” Ransom whispered from beside you on the couch. You were both cuddled under a blanket, eating Thai food, and singing along to “Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me”.

“I was always more of a Brad girl myself.”

“Yeah and you rubbed it in my face all while we were dating. I almost dyed my hair darker and got glasses.”

“Would’ve been a huge improvement,” you joked.

“Oh, I’m hurt! That was low Y/N.”

“I said what I said. Anyways, you’re hogging the blanket. You deserved it,” you said as you snuggled closer into his side and tugged on the blanket.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he replied as he booped you on the nose.

“Ransom,” you warned him. “We’re friends. We can’t go down that road again.”

…

The movie had finished, and you were headed off to your room, desperate for sleep. As you were about to head into your room, you heard Ransom’s voice from where he was still sitting on the couch.

“Hey, I thought that you were sleeping in my room again tonight.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. I mean, thanks for last night. I really needed that, but I’m better now.”

“Please Y/N. That was the best that I’ve slept in months, since the trial really.”

“Ransom, I don’t think-“

“Please,” he said as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. Damn it. You never could resist him when he looked at you like it.

“Fine,” you gave in with an exaggerated sigh.

“Thank you. Ladies first,” he said, gesturing to his bedroom in the most grandiose way that only Ransom could pull off.

“I have to get dressed for bed.”

“You’re already wearing sweats.”

“But I haven’t brushed my teeth. Give me a few minutes,” you protested.

“Ok, but then please. I need this.”

“I will.” A few minutes later, after you had brushed your teeth, you walked into Ransom’s room. “So if this is gonna be something that we’re gonna do, you know… regularly, we should pick sides of the bed.”

“Whatever you want. Usually, I kick girls out of my bed right after I’m finished with them and sleep sprawled out, so it’s up to you.”

“You disgust me.”

“You love me.”

“Ransom,” you said, letting him know that once again he had gone too far.

“What? I meant as a friend.”

“Let’s just go to sleep,” you said as you laid down and pulled the sheets over you. You felt the bed dip behind you, and Ransom put his arms around you.

…

You woke up sharply to the sound of screaming. It was dark, and you couldn’t feel Ransom’s arms around you anymore.

“Ransom? Ransom, what’s wrong?” you asked as you rolled over. You saw Ransom sitting up and kicking his legs wildly. “Hey, hey! Stop it!” you shouted as you reached out to grab his shoulder but he only shook you off. “Ransom! Ransom, listen to me! Snap out of it!”

Ransom showed no signs of stopping, and his eyes were still wide and unseeing. You looked around you wildly for something to snap him out of it since hitting him on the shoulder wasn’t working. You spotted the glass of water sitting on the bedside table. You reached for it, and splashed it on Ransom’s face.

“Y/N, are you there? What’s going on? Why am I wet?” he asked as he stopped shaking.

“I don’t know. You were screaming and thrashing about. I couldn’t stop you, so I splashed a glass of water on your face,” you explained. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with night terrors.”

“Have you seen somebody about that?”

“No, why would I? It’s nothing.”

“How long has this been going on for?” you pressed him.

“Since the trial.”

“That was months ago! Tell me everything right now.”

“Y/N, I don’t like talking about it.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re going to. This is a real problem, Ransom. You need to deal with it.”

“Fine. It’s been happening almost every night since the trial.”

“No offense, but why the trial? You murdered your father long before that.”

“It was all those people staring at me. They had already decided that I was guilty. My own family testified against me, and it was then that I realized that I had killed the only person who ever cared about me.”

“Oh my god, Ransom. I’m so sorry. I never thought about it like that.”

“Yeah, well, obviously neither did I or I wouldn’t have done it. You know, last night was the first night in forever that I slept through in forever. That was why I was so desperate for you to sleep with me again tonight. I’m sorry that I woke you up, Y/N,” he apologized as he hung his head, ashamed of himself.

“It’s okay. You were there for me last night, and I’m here for you tonight. Do you want to try going back to sleep?”

“I don’t know that I can.”

“Please, just try,” you said as you placed a hand on Ransom’s shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and began to hum quietly.

“What song is that? It sounds familiar,” he asked as he snuggled into your embrace.

“La Vie en Rose. It’s French.”

“It was one of my grandfather’s favorites. He used to put it on while we played Go.”

“Oh, Ransom! I had no idea. I can stop!”

“No, don’t. It’s kind of comforting to hear it again.”

“Ok,” you said quietly as you resumed humming,and Ransom lay his head back down on his pillow. Almost immediately , you could feel Ransom’s breathing slow, and soon after that, you could hear his gentle snores. However, you didn’t fall asleep until long after that, afraid that if you did something terrible would happen to Ransom, and you wouldn’t be awake to help him. The thought seemed crazy, but you felt protective of Ransom. He was your person now.