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Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fanfiction), Chapter 21: New York, New York (Ransom POV)

Oh, yeah. JFK, and I could feel the heartbeat of the city.

I do miss this place. My god, when I think of all the parties I had here, went to there, it's a wonder I wasn't in jail sooner.

I call Mimi as I head for the pick up area.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe, I'm here."

"Sounds like the airport."

"Yeah," I look around. "I wish you were here."

"Me, too." I see a driver holding a sign: RANSOM DRYSDALE. "Hey, my driver is here--"

"Driver?"

"Looks like it," I say, trying to hold in my excitement.

"Call me when you get to the hotel. I wanna see the room."

I laugh. "You got it."

"Love you."

"Love you more."

I hear her do a little gasp.

"Talk to you later."

"Okay," she giggles softly. "later."

I click off and head to the driver. Aw, yeah. I love New York. I t just makes my heart beat faster. "I'm Ransom." I nod to the driver.

"I'm Curtis," he nods and does a tip of his hat. He takes my carryon, and I wave off him carrying my backpack. "Alright, follow me, sir."

"Thanks."

"Did you have a good flight?"

"Yes, wasn't long." It was actually ninety minutes. Somehow, flying in made me feel as if I traveled far, far from some of the bad stuff in Boston-like my parole officer who isn't that bad, and Mr. Green whom I was happy to finish that part of my community service for. It had been a long three months. Then there were the guys at Clockwork, who I loved having a beer with.

I was taken to a hotel in Manhattan, a nice one at that. It reeked with romance, and I realized that was what Paul meant by "one stop shopping." We were going to do some work around the hotel. Though I was happy to see that, I also didn't like it. My parole officer ordered that I be in a room instead of a rental, he didn't realize how much could happen at a hotel if you could keep quiet or grease a few palms for discretion. I did love having my own room. I almost thought I'd have a celly. 

But I wish Mimi was here. It's nice to work in a place like this, but even nicer to bring her along. Even the room made me wish she was there, and I realized that I missed my chance:

I groaned as the alarm went off this morning. 

"Hey, you." Mimi said softly.

"Hey, you," I echoed. 

She scooted over to me and put her head on my chest. "It's much better today."

"Yeah, I noticed." I smile down at her.  "Nice to see you."

"Yeah," she said, snuggling closer. "Between Jojo and Dr. Renquist, I'm not as queasy anymore."

"That and knowing now that the smell of fish is a trigger."

"Yeah," she says sadly.

"Don't worry, you'll be back to eating salmon in no time, Mimi."

"I never thought a favorite would be off the list."

"And now all you want is burgers from that place down the street."

"Like some people I know," she teases. "I think it's the ketchup mayo thing I really like."

"Me too." The alarm sounds again, and I sigh, "Gotta get going."

"Awww--"

"Raincheck, babe," I tell her. "We can watch anime another day, okay?"

"Oh...okay."

I am an idiot! I realize what she was wearing:

She usually wears one of my t-shirts and pajama pants! 

Come to think of it, she's been wearing alot of really nice stuff lately...tempting me in the mornings...

I get to the hotel room and before I even begin to unpack, there is a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and laugh at Paul on the other side of the door. I open it, asking, "Damn, Paul, were we on the same plane?"

"I got here early to set things up for tomorrow," he laughs. "I mean, a long weekend sounds fun, right?"

"I plan on going home first chance I get," I tell him. "It's almost Christmas, man."

"We're a ninety minute flight away."

I look at him. I plan on being home on the 23rd. What is this guy talking about? The answer I come up with makes me feel bad for him. "Who are you spending Christmas with?"

"I dunno, changes year to year," he sighs. "I was thinking about going to see my sister."

"You two are like cat and dog!" I laugh.

"But we're all each other's got," he shrugs with a grimace. "Mom died, and Dad followed within months."

"I'm sorry, when--"

"Two years ago."

"Aw, I'm sorry, man." The idea of a pal spending Christmas alone sucked. I would get all kinds of presents from Mimi every month-tea and book. Art magazines came every month. Even then, the guards felt she loved me. I would get comic postcards or some that were of places from around the world that I actually left behind when I got out. Some kingpin of the block got jealous, thinking I had friends everywhere (which I did), but when I pointed out that they were all postmarked in Massachusetts, he let up.  I spent time binding them into joke books, some given in deals I had to make. My first Christmas in prison was the best. She sent me brushes, paints and paper (directly from the manufacturer) and I shared my art markers with other 'resident artists.' In fact, I left it all behind, and promised to send supplies to the library. I literally spend $200 a month to try to keep supplies up in there.

"You ready to go?"

I laugh at him. "I just got in, barely had a thought. I haven't shown Mimi--"

Then I'm just in time!" Paul cheers. "The lounge here is great, let's go down for a bit."

"Dinner and drinks," I say slowly. "I remember many wild nights that started that way."

"Aw, I can't help it if the Big Apple is always ready for another bite." He gives me a playlful slap on the shoulder. "We're on a pass--"

"Oh, we're military now?"

"Might as well be, with " the man" watching. C'mon, we should get going."

"The cuffs are lose, but--" I raise my ring hand. "This one isn't."

Paul raises an eyebrow at me. "Whatever."

"See ya in a bit, okay?"

"Alright, Ran."

That's what he used to call me when we used to go out partying. I pushed him out the door.  "In twenty."

The second he left, I called her:

As soon as I got rid of him, I called Mimi.

"Hey, babe," she greets with a little giggle. I smile at my reflection in the hotel mirror, looking at my bed, knowing that my ringer on her phone was I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.

"Hey, at the hotel."

"Nice?"

"Yeah," I sigh as I plop down on the bed, kick off my shoes and put my feet up. "It'd be alot more fun if you were here."

"I miss you, too." She is quiet for a moment. "Where's Paul?"

"Paul is someplace being Paul."

"'Photographer getting my money Paul' or 'I want my running buddy back Paul?'"

"Doesn't matter," I recline back on the pillow. "He's not wearing a ring."

"Good answer!" she giggles. "So, what're you up to, tonight?"

"Tonight is just dinner and drinks," I sigh. "Wish you were here for dessert, babe."

Her little sharp intake of breath makes me smile. "Oh, I wish I was, too."

"But then I wouldn't be as motivated to get work done and get home," I look around. "Wanna see the room? I'd love to bring you here."

"Let me see."

"Nice!"

"Restful, romantic," I correct. "But I bet it's a damn good view in the morning." 

"Yeah."

I note the sadness in her voice as I set my travel clothes aside. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What, babe?" I start 

"In the past, I seem to remember you being quite the party animal there."

"Say it again."

"In the past--"

"Stop right there," I say quickly. "Let's leave it there."

She laughs softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," I say softly, responding to the lilt in her voice.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. "Ah, hold on." I look to see Paul again, and let him in.

"Aw, you're not dressed?" he asks.

"We're just going downstairs."

"But--" he notices my earbud in my ear. "Is that--"

"Yes, Paul."

"Oh, hey--" 

"Flip him off for me," Mimi says with a smile I can hear.

I laugh out loud and do it.

"Rude," Paul sticks out his tongue.

"Just playin' around man--"

"Not really."  Mimi laughs. "Have fun." 

"Thanks, baby. I'll call you when I get back in." After we click off, I tell Paul, "You've got to do better with her."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes. "C'mon man, let's go!"

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Smokin’ Hot Husband

pairing: Dad!Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n catches her eldest son smoking, and with her being very emotional, it’s up to Ransom to save the day (Protective Ransom‼️) (requested by anon)

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“How ya feelin today treasure?” Ransom cooed hugging onto his wife from behind, watching as she skilfully gathered all her ingredients for her famous stir fry, one that she was desperately craving. His large hands travelled down to her 6 month bump, his hands smoothing over it gently as she leant back into his chest.

“I’m feeling fine babe, jus a bit hungry but that’s all baby boo’s fault” Y/n laughed, using their newfound nickname for their next baby, their third one and hopefully a girl. Their eldest was Mark who was 15, then there was Reign who was 8, brothers who definitely got their father’s wit and sly personality whilst also having the loving nature of their mother. The perfect combo to Y/n and Ransom Drysdale

“Where are the other two little shits?” Ransom joked kissing her neck softly, swaying both of their bodies side to side as she finished up her cooking, a proud wide smile on her face. “Ransom! If you must know Reign is upstairs writing for his new fantasy book, and Mark I think is out the backyard? Here i’ll get Mark while you get Reign okay?” Y/n beamed turning around and kissing Ransom fully on the lips, a loud smack echoing through the kitchen, her pregnancy glow making her absolutely radiant in Ransom’s eyes. God how lucky was he?

“Yes ma’am” He smirked watching her walk away, not without his hand slapping harshly onto her ass, even after all these years he still found her irresistible. After getting married quite young, even when he was cut from his grandfather’s inheritance, he built a name for himself with Y/n by his side. His rock.

Ransom walked back down the stairs with assurance that Reign would be down in ten minutes, his brows furrowing when he suddenly saw his wife rush in through the backdoor, her face flushed with tears streaming down them uncontrollably. “Baby? Treasure what’s wrong? Tell me now” Ransom rushed out skipping the last few steps, storming to his wife’s side, she was absolutely inconsolable. Partly due to the hormones but clearly something bad had happened,

“I-it’s Mark, Ran” She hiccuped the palm of her hand on her forehead, the other holding onto her waist to ease the back pain. “What’s happened with Mark? Breathe with me baby, follow me” Within seconds Y/n had started to follow the pattern of her husband’s breaths, letting her calm down just that tiny bit more.

“Ran, he’s smoking! Actual cigarettes too, doesn’t he know how dangerous they are? Did I do something wrong? That’s my baby boy” Y/n cried out, her chin wobbling as sobs threatened every time she spoke. Remembering how just seconds prior, she walked out to see her first born puffing away on a cigarette, one thing she had always asked them not to do.

“shh treasure, you go upstairs and i’ll call you down for dinner, i’ll talk to Mark” Ransom said through gritted teeth, if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing his woman cry. The fact that it was his own son? Oh that just made it so much worse.

After making sure she got upstairs alright, Ransom stormed out to the back porch, seeing his 15 year old sat on the swinging chair looking guilty and glum; clearly anticipating his father’s arrival. Now Ransom wasn’t a scary parent, but he was protective and strict, step out of line and he’d be sure to put you back.

“C’mere Markie, now please” Ransom grumbled rubbing his creased forehead with his fingers, watching his son slowly shuffle towards him with his head down. “Where the fahk did you get these son? You know what these can do to you right? I can’t believe you’d do this, you’re barely 16!” He said raising his voice by a little, but not shouting, that’s not how he did things.

“T-they’re my friends Dad, I just thought it’d look cool-“

“Cool if what? You end up sick cause of your lungs and your poor mother and I have to come save you? I thought we told you the consequences of smoking, you know what it done to your mother’s family. I’m so disappointed, you’ve upset your ma and you know she gets emotional now that she’s nearly in her last term”

“I know, i’m sorry, didn’t mean to upset Ma. I just wanted to fit in a bit more”

“Not good enough son, not good enough at all. What are you sorry for?” Ransom asked bending down to his height, his lips held tightly into a line. “I’m sorry for disrespecting both you and Ma, and for putting myself in danger”

“and?”

“I promise not to do it again” Mark said holding his hands behind his back, his father’s old cream sweater hugging his body like a blanket. “Like hell you won’t, now go on and apologise to your mother” Ransom grunted pulling the red faced boy into his arms, kissing him gently on the head before pushing him inside. Not without throwing the cigarettes into their outside campfire.

Slowly following behind Mark, Ransom smiled as he saw Y/n pull their first born into her arms, kissing his face repeatedly as she continuously told him off softly “Don’t scare me like that again, ya hear me?” “Please don’t ruin your body like that baby, took me 9 whole months to make it”

“I’m sorry ma, I really am, please forgive me” Mark said now tearing up, fiddling with the bottom of his mom’s sweater, feeling her fingers wipe away his tears. “You’re my baby, I could never be that angry at you, you just scared me honey” Y/n whispered kissing him on the forehead one last time, then whispering that he and his brother could both go down for dinner first.

Ruffling his brown hair as he walked past, Ransom walked into their shared bedroom, his wife’s arms instantly reaching up for him cutely. “You handled that so well hubs, definitely better than I did” She laughed with tears in her eyes, standing up to fully hug him, his chin resting atop her head as his arms engulfed her tightly. Her strong coconut scent filling his nostrils as she lifted her head to look up at him, placing a kiss onto his chin affectionately.

“Well, we raised them well, s’jus our job to make sure they learn from their mistakes. I’m just glad they got your emotional vulnerability, and I hope our little butterfly does too” Ransom spoke softly, his fingers brushing against her growing stomach, feeling the tiny butterfly-like flutters hitting against his hand. His hopefully, baby girl, kicking against his hand.

“Oh she’ll be just like her daddy, I can feel it” Y/n smirked kissing his lips gently, her lips basically ghosting over his to tease him, giggling when she felt his hand push her into the kiss. Their kiss only being interrupted when they heard their two boys call for them downstairs, their little Drysdale troublemakers.

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Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you like this story or not.

If you find any grammar errors, please let me know.

Link to the Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/919400583-your-ghost-chapter-4

EVELYN:

I dial my neighbors number before Ransom begins to speak. She answers on the first ring. "Hello Evelyn!" "Hi Lydia! Can you please do me a favor?" I ask. "Anything!" "Can you please feed Sheila for me? I need to come collect her because I won't be home for the night." I explain.

"Of cause I can, but why won't you be home?" She asks.

"I am by Harlan, and he asked for me to stay for dinner. So it'll be late and Harlan told me I cannot drive back in the dark."

"I see...but why doesn't Sheila stay by me for the night? I am sure Simba wouldn't mind a friend to play with." Lydia suggests.

"That...is actually a better option." Why didn't I think of that? "You have my spare keys?"

"Yes I do. I will feed Sheila shortly." Lydia beams.

"You don't mind? I know it is one night, but Sheila does not do so well when I am not there." I tell her.

"It is alright! What are friends for?"

I smile. "You smiling now aren't you?"

She giggles. "How can you tell?"

We both laugh and then say goodbye.

Lydia and I do go walking quite a lot, but I have been busy with my book and Sheila needs to get out of the house sometime.

I put my phone in my bag and take in a breath. I turn with my head down and walk toward the door, but Ransom's hand stops me from unlocking the door.

"Ransom not this again!" I sigh.

"I warned you to watch your tone with me." Ransom whispers in my ear.

He takes my bag and drops it on the floor. He takes my arm and spins me around so that I fall back onto the armchair.

"What the –"

Ransom towers over me with his knee pressed between my legs. He grabs hold of my neck, just underneath my jaw – and forces me to look at him.

"Do not provoke me like that in front of my family." He breathes on my face.

"Stop...it!" I manage to say.

"I told you that we are not done talking." His voice is cold.

I try to push his hand away from my neck, but he is too strong.

"There...is...nothing...to...talk about!" I breathlessly say.

Ransom scoffs. "Like hell there is. Who was that man?"

I roll my eyes. Not this again!

"Don't roll your eyes at me! You know what will happen if you keep doing that." He warns.

I know what he will do...and I miss it...but I shouldn't.

Ransom tightens his grip on my neck. "Who was that man?"

I start to choke. "You...are...hurting me!"

Ransom looks down and immediately lets go. He then starts to message each side of my jaw.

"I'm sorry..."

I smack his hand away. "No you are not! If you squeezed a little more tightly, you would have choked me." I place my fingers on my neck and cough a little.

I look into his eyes. Dammit!

His eyes have softened. "I am sor –"

"Don't say what you don't mean." I bitterly retort.

Ransom leans in closer and I automatically lean my head back.

"I. Am. Sorry." He cooes.

His eyes travel down to my lips and then he looks back into my eyes. My eyes are locked onto his. I feel his fingers brush on my lower lip.

"You have the most luscious lips." His fingers stroke my lip. "They are so beautiful...and full." His voice changes to a sexier tone. A tone I remember he used when we started seeing each other. It was intoxicating...and it still is.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush over mine. I close my eyes. Dammit! I am giving in. I lean in, but Ransom puts his fingers on my lips.

"What do you want?" He whispers.

What? Does he want me to tell him?

"Tell me what you want me to do Evelyn?"

Hearing Ransom say my name in that sexy tone...I can feel the goosebumps rising on my skin.

"I...I..."

"Say it."

"I want you." I whisper. I know this is wrong, but why does this feel right?

Ransom chuckles softly. "I know you do, but what do you want me to do right now?"

"Kiss me!" The words escape my mouth.

"As you wish." Ransom smirks.

He removes his fingers and lifts my chin as our lips meet. The kiss was not like the previous one earlier. No possessiveness. This kiss feels softer and gentler. I moan against his lips. This is the Ransom I remember.

Ransom cups my face and gently kisses one corner of my mouth to the other corner. His lips travel to my neck and I let out a sharp breath.

"I am sorry I hurt you." He softly says.

His one hand travels down to my leg and he slowly moves his hand up my thigh...to there!

I open my eyes. "Ransom! No! Not in here!" I shriek.

Ransom ignores me and his fingers tugs at my pants as I feel his teeth on my neck. I look up and realize that I need to end this. Again. I feel as if my self-conscious slaps me back to the reality of what Ransom did to me.

"Get...Off!" I raise my voice, but Ransom doesn't listen – as usual.

There is a sudden knock on the door.

"Shit!" Ransom curses and he immediately steps out to the side.

I jump up and grab my bag, but Ransom catches my hand in his. "This is not over."

I let out an exasperating breath. "For goodness sake Ransom! I don't know that man from a bar of soap!" My tone is bitter.

"I was not talking about that man." He glares at me, but I don't care.

"Let. Me. Go!" I yank my arm away from his hand.

I halt just before I unlock the door. "Don't talk to me tonight...please." I add the last word to be polite.

Ransom gives me his crooked smile. I look away.

"Please..." I pleas this time.

I unlock the door, but in barges Richard, knocking me to the floor.

"Ransom there you are! Evelyn?" He looks surprised when he looks at me. "I didn't know you were here. Why are you here?"

Ransom walks over to help me up.

"Thank you." I say loud enough so Ransom can only hear me. I look at Richard and automatically shrug. "I –"

"Son." Richard looks to Ransom, ignoring me.

"Father." Ransom says with mock gravity.

"Your mother wants to speak to you." Richard looks at me, "Alone."

I look at Ransom for some reason. Maybe he would tell me to leave?

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to speak?" Richard boasts.

"Yes...No...um...I should go." I announce to both of them and walk out of the study.

I hear voices coming from outside the front door. I sidle closer to the door and peak out to see who has arrived. I see the whole family: Joni and her daughter Meg. Walt, Donna and their son Jacob – who never seems to look away from his cellphone. I then see Linda petting her one dog.

Blast! I hear Richard and Ransom having an altercation in the study.

Between the family arriving and the shouting in the study, I turn and race to the spare bedroom. I am glad that nobody stopped me.

I close the door and lock it – I do not want a repeat of earlier. I toss my bag across the floor and I fall down on the bed.

The whole family is here. The whole fucking family is here! I really wish I declined Harlan's request to stay for dinner. I hope I get to sit next to Harlan because then I will feel less stressed with being around this family.

I close my eyes to try and calm myself down, but just as I close my eyes, there is a knock on the door.

"Go away Ransom!" I shout.

The person knocks again, but I ignore it. I cannot have Ransom in this room again. Not right now. I have been alone with him twice now and both times I have nearly fell victim to his ways – even though I swore I would not.

The person knocks again. If it is Ransom, I am going to slap him. I sigh and unlock the door.

"Rans – Oh sorry Harlan!" My face turns red as I see Harlan standing in front of me.

Harlan chuckles. "Not to worry dear. I know my grandson has been a little much today."

I tilt my head. "How did..."

"I know my grandson and..." Harlan points his finger to his neck as he looks at my neck.

My brows draw together and I turn to walk to the bathroom.

My eyes widen as I realize what Ransom did to me. "That son of a – He gave me a damn hickey!" I scream. I am going to really slap him when I see him again. He thinks by giving me a hickey that everyone will think we are still together? No! He gave me this damn thing to claim ownership of me!

"If I see him...I am going to –"

"It's alright dear." Harlan soothes.

"No it is not! He thinks he can pull this on me and expect me to not say something about it." As if a light bulb went on I realize. "Hang on. Maybe he wants me to ask him what he did this. He wants me to go talk to him. He –"

"Let me just tell you why I am here my dear." Harlan interrupts me.

"Joni!" He calls.

"Joni?" I crinkle my nose.

"Hello sweet Evelyn! You look...well you have looked better." Joni looks at my apparel.

I hold my finger up. "To be fair, I only came here to speak to Harlan in the first place. I had no idea I was going to stay for dinner." I defend myself.

"Sure." Joni response seems to sound more like a mock than anything else.

I look at Harlan. "Why did you call Joni?" I ask.

"I am here to dress you." Joni answers me instead of Harlan.

"You want to dress me?" My tone is kept neutral because if I sound shocked, Joni will be offended.

"Yes! Harlan told me that you are going to stay, so I suggested that I will dress you." She beams.

I raise a brow.

"It was either me or Linda. So I think you won there." She says under her breath.

"Linda knows I am here?" I shouldn't be shocked since I am going to have to face her sometime tonight.

"Of cause she does! Everyone knows you are here." Joni smiles at me, but I cannot help but think that smile is not meaningful.

"Now let's dress you. Harlan!" Joni ushers Harlan out.

"I will see you later Evelyn." Harlan waves goodbye.

"Here it is." Joni displays a candy red dress with a bateau neckline and tiered-ruffle from the hemline down to the ends of the dress. There is some strange pattern that looks more like a map leading you to some treasure chest.

"You...want me to wear...this tonight?" I feel the dress. It feels rough and has too much ruffle.

Joni frowns.

"Evelyn!" Meg enters the room. "I found the dress you asked for mom." Meg holds up a dress.

My eyes lock on that dress. It looks stunning. I place the red dress on the bed and I take the dress from Meg.

"This is beautiful." I admire the halter strap neckline and the beautiful crochet flower pattern on the side of the dress. The dress looks like it just goes above my knees if I wore the dress.

"I already bought one Meg honey." Joni assures Meg.

"Well...she has two options. Evelyn, which one?" Meg asks.

They both look at me. I have already made up my mind.

I smile.

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Elena is a handful.

She rarely sleeps through the night and wants to be held until she falls asleep.

Which Marta blames Ransom for completely.

He never lets her cry it out. Marta has caught him in the nursery multiple times over the first few months, little baby cuddled against his bare chest pacing the nursery.

“I was up,” he whispers loudly when Marta shakes her head at him from the doorway. “I felt bad.”

And really Marta wants to be mad. But his absolute glee over this baby is just so sweet. He was thrilled that it was a girl and vibrating with excitement over picking out names.

Even his drinking habits have changed. It’s strictly Dr Pepper whenever he has to drive or hold the baby. And he’s taken her to work with him more than once. Baby carrier under one arm, giant smile on his face.

So Marta slinks back to bed to wait for him. When he does come back it’s with a sheepish grin.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmm. So you say.”

“Yeah I guess I’m not really sorry.” He chuckles coming over to sit on the edge of her side of the bed. “I can’t take listening to her cry. Makes me feel like a shitty dad.”

“You’re a good, Dad.” Marta says. “Maybe a little too good.”

Ransom stretches himself over her legs then. “I don’t mind waking up to get her. We made a beautiful kid.”

Marta makes a groaning sound, “She needs to sleep through the night without you running in there every two minutes.”

“We could put her bassinet in our room.”

Marta bites her lower lip. She’s been pretending to be the tough parent but she likes the idea of having Elena close when they sleep. A weakness Ransom pounces on immediately, rakish smile spreading across his face.

“I’m gonna go get the princess.” He kisses her forehead when she groans.

Eventually not only is Elena in their room but Ransom has nestled her between them. A sweet smelling little 6 month old dumpling in a yellow onesie. Marta glares at him even as she places one hand over their beautiful child.

“What? Come on. How long is she gonna be this tiny?”

By the morning Elena has migrated to her father’s shoulder and Marta has to get gingerly out of bed so as not to disturb team Drysdale.

9 months of growing this baby and Ransom’s the little chonker’s favourite parent. It would be pretty unfair if it wasn’t so damn cute.

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[leiamorgainedelalune]

Stately Lover

Ransom Drysdale/OC

Natalie Jacobs-Wright was the one Ransom Drysdale let get away. He hadn't seen her in five years when she and her husband moved back to Boston, with a four year old daughter, Jillian, in tow. The last time they'd crossed paths was when she was trying to get him to talk her out of marrying Marcus Wright. Marcus was the man she ran to when he hurt her and drove her away. Now that she's back in Boston, they can't seem to stop running into each other. Then one night it seems fate intervenes when she shows up on his doorstep with Jillian in her arms, beaten and bruised looking for somewhere to hide that Marcus can't find her. It's then Ransom will find out that Natalie has become a far different woman that the one whose heart he had broken and he wanted to help her. The truth was his heart still held onto how much he felt for her all those years ago. It was his fear that caused him to push her away then and he wasn't afraid anymore. He was now determined to prove how he felt and help her in every way she needed help. Ransom Drysdale was ready to be the better man that he knew Natalie deserved. With the things that Marcus had put her through would she be willing to accept this changed Ransom? Is it a chance she's willing to take? What other secrets lie between the two former lovers? Will Natalie be able to truly escape Marcus even with Ransom's help? Is true happiness achievable for them on any level?

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Updates

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[ronearoundblindly]

'The Root of All Ransom' Masterlist

Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader (enemies-to-lovers) ⛈🔥🦆

Ransom hates you, that one, self-made, rich bitch who wins all the philanthropy awards, but he finds a way to use you to anger his mother, Linda. Bonus that he can get some ass in the process. What could possibly go wrong? Money is the only thing he loves, right?

Angst, romance, and smut; each chapter has its own warnings. Please read them carefully. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY You will find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist, but not here!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Mini One-shots:

Gifts Given -- set between pt. 4 and 5

Gifts Received -- set during or anytime after pt. 4

Love of My Life -- set days after pt. 6

A Fluffy Blanket -- set after pt. 6

Beck and Call -- set anytime after pt. 4

Help with A Basic Task -- set after pt. 6

Ski Resort -- teeny tiny drabble after pt. 7

Fire & Ice -- between pt. 7 and 8

Is that a 'yes?' -- kinda anywhere after pt. 6

The Ransomizer -- idk but you're dating...

Out of Spite -- after pt. 7

(Dirty Headcanon; Another)

*grumble grumble* FINE.

The Sequel:

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

***Ransom Demands parts will be labeled 1-6 in their stand-alone posts but 7-12 here for chronology and specifics of where mini-tales are in between.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

THTH 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: You have a secret, but what do you do when it threatens to come out.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Ugh, goddamn it,” you hiss as you reach your phone to the sky. The signal is shit around here. You watch the little circle, waiting for a check mark to appear; nothing.

Three days. The bandwidth has been in and out for three days and you haven’t been able to upload a single thing. Not even a message. This is dumb. You growl at your phone and toss it on your bed. It bounces and hits the wall.

You huff and cross your arms. It’s not fair. Those three days could’ve made you money. You can’t even leech off the library wifi because of the content filters. So ridiculous. You’re just trying to make a living.

A tap comes at the door and you flinch. You quickly scoop up your phone and go to the door. You tuck it in your back pocket and pull your shirt down to cover the top. You open the door and peek out at your mom.

“Everything okay?” She asks.

“Uh, yep, just dropped something.”

“Oh, nothing broke, I hope.”

“All good,” you smile. She chews her lip anxiously, as she often does. “I’ll be down for dinner soon. Smells good.”

“Alright,” she says, “it’s almost done. Your favourite; spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Mmm, awesome.”

You shut the door and roll your eyes. Spaghetti isn’t your favourite. It’s what she says is your favourite. Just like everything else, it has to fit within her rules. If she says you like yellow, well then, you like yellow. It isn’t worth the argument to have a personality.

You take out the phone again. You nearly squeal as the check mark turns green. It sent! Just a text post notifying your few followers of the unexpected technical difficulties. You’ll be fortunate if they don’t bleed off to the other girls. When there’s so much variety, you can’t expect horny men not to hop on the next page with a pretty girl in lacy underwear…or less.

You scroll down but the rest of the posts show the blank blocks, pulsing as they struggle to load. You check the menu. Signal’s gone again. Welp, at least that went through.

You go to your bed and hide your phone under the mattress. Your parents know about your laptop, that’s your alibi. You tell them you do transcription work online. That doesn’t pay enough so you have the secret phone for your real business; you.

It isn’t exactly a career but it’s a means to an end. You’ll save up enough and be out of Hammer Ford in no time. You’re almost twenty and running out of time. A gap year is expected, but two? That’s sad.

Besides, you’re done with this life. You need out of this house. You are an adult. Your parents can’t make you eat your peas or ban you from the romance section in the library. One day, hopefully soon, you’ll be free.

For now, you’re going to go downstairs and pretend your mother’s spaghetti and meatballs isn’t complete mush.

📱

Days pass as you stare helplessly at the flashing bars in the corner of your phone. Damn phone company. The data plan was supposed to be a backup, even if you could only afford the cheapest vendor on the market. You at least thought it would work!

You manage to get a decent signal up on Thunder Lane by the hotel. It might be worth it to just walk in and get their wifi. You don’t think they’d care much. There aren’t many guests passing through now, are there?

The only benefit of your forced break is how much time it gave you to create new content. You choose the set of photos you took with the bunny ears and the barely there white teddy. You quickly flick through the settings and set the paywall. At least you’ll have money coming in before…

Yep, no internet. You’re lucky even that went through. You roll your eyes and hop back in the family oldsmobile. Your mother doesn’t let you have it often but you told her you were going for coffee and would fill up the tank.

As you roll up to the sleepy main row of Hammer Ford, your phone vibes. You quickly put it back to silent and check the notification. Your data’s flickering as you see the first response to your post. That was quick. Turns out someone did miss you.

_ransom_ware commented: ‘welcome back, bunny’.

You tap on the bubble but the app won’t load. Damnit! At least you have automatic deposit enabled. His tip will hit your account in a couple days.

You get out of the car and cross the street to the bakery. You could butter your mom up with some tarts, maybe convince her to let you take the car into the city. That might be your best chance at catching up. You could schedule posts and not have to fight with the damn countryside desolation.

As you enter the bakery, it’s quiet. There’s one person at a table. You don’t recognise him. He has his back to you so you don’t think much of it. Probably just another lumber worker sating their repressed sweet tooth. Although, he is dressed a bit too nice for that. No plaid or denim? Huh.

You go up to the counter and order a half-dozen cherry tarts and a latte. You pay with the secret credit card you use for your online transactions and thank the girl behind the counter. As you turn, you find the man at the table turned in his seat. He glances at you as you carry out the tray of tarts and coffee.

You’re used to the stares. The men in Hammer Ford aren’t exactly subtle and your nights at The Horn have earned you a reputation, though those stories don’t make it past your front door. It’s just a little fun, you have a pint and tie your shirt above your belly button and dance. Nothing serious.

Your mom and dad are too chaste and pious to ever wander into the bar. It’s your escape, your safe space. Just for now. Just until you can get out of this hell hole.

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

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Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Don't Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[nitannichionne]

Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fanfic), Chapter 20: Prepped

I was ready to go.

I was excited, but nervous. I'd done some catalog modeling, but it is different for a fragrance. This could lead to a contract for that company or more opportunities. I was happy that Paul called to talk about the format of the shoot.

"Does it freedom matter?" Paul asked. "Your old flame and you get to light up the screen!"

I chuckle at that. "We do photograph well."

"Better than you and your-uh-Mimi?"

"We got it where it counts, Paul."

"So you're not the least bit excited about Calida?" he pressed for effect. "Seriously, now."

"It'll be nice," I can't help but smile, being coy. I laugh outright. Some jobs can be just plain fun.

"Too bad you have to stay married--"

"You make it sound like prison, Paul."

"Yeah, whatever."

"It's not a bad thing."

"Isn't it?"

"AS long as you like celly it can be great."

"Ugh, man." Paul snorts. "Like a ball and chain?"

"Ball and chain," I repeat. "I feel quite free, actually."

"Well, can't wait to see this."

"Me, too." 

"See you in the Big Apple, dude."

"Yeah, see you there." I click off and turn to see Mimi standing there. "Hey!"

"I forgot," she says softly. "how long will you be gone?" 

"Three days at the most."

"A three day pass," she half jokes.

I grab her by the hips and pull her to me. "I wish you could come, babe."

"Yeah, my focus for next you is to hire a replacement at Tea Time."

"But the fact you are needed means you guys are doing great."

"We," she corrects. "We are a good team."

"Always have been," I smile, but something about the look bothered me.

"As long so we are honest with each other."

"Of course," I agree, and mental flags pop up. "I love our partnership."

She swallows hard. "Me too."

"I love us," reword.

She smiles and hugs me. "Just...always be honest with me, okay?"

"I can't lie to you, Mimi."

She exhales heavily. "I sent some of your favorite clothes to the cleaners. I 'll got get them."

"I can--"

"No, no, I got it," she smiles brightly, grabs her coat and heads for the door.

"I'll take Roger out," I offer.

She left, and I felt something was wrong. But what?

******

For once I am excited about going to see my parole officer. At least I could talk to him and we were on a first name basis.

"So, you ready for this?" Elliott asks as we sit down.

"I think so," I shrug. "It's a pretty good opportunity."

"And you aren't taking your wife," he nods.

"Christmas rush stuff at the shop," I smile broadly.

"And you are doing a photo shoot with an old flame?"

I roll my eyes at him. "That's ancient history, Elliott."

"Is it, though?" 

"It is," I frown. "Look, I'm married with a kid on the way."

"Who are you trying to convince?"

"I'd never cheat on Mimi."

"Why?"

"What?"

"You told me about the whole million dollar heir thing," Elliott prods. 

"Hold it," I raise a hand. "I love my wife, Elliott."

"Okay, okay," Elliott raises his hands in a defensive gesture. "Just make sure she knows that."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Just make sure you tell her," Elliott shrugs. "It's your first Christmas."

"Yeah, I've been kinda stumped on what to get her."

"Oooh, better get that one right, man!"

"Yeah," I sigh heavily. "I'm hoping to find something in New York."

"Well, the possibilities are endless."

"Yeah."

"A bit of advice."

I start chuckling. "Shoot."

"If he, she, and or it is not good for you and good to you, let it go."

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[georgiapeach30513]

Inside Her Fantasy, Part 3

Summary: Ransom just wants to show you off

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.9K

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Ransom watches Charlie run around the backyard. Her little legs look like a blur as she flails her arms around, letting out a yell of gibberish. She’s so tiny with such a huge personality, and a bit excited about her visitor that is only coming to see her and Maeve, so she says. He sighs, taking a look at his watch before he’s looking back at the tiny girl.

“What cha waiting on, Ranny?” Bucky teases, but Ransom swats a hand on his arm. “You got it bad. The sex that good?”

“No,” he answers flatly, still watching Charlie. Sex just hadn’t happened, and he didn’t even feel like he needed it. Just you. Eventually it will happen.

“You’re hoping it’ll get better?” Ransom looks towards his best friend and teammate, narrowing his eyes as he shakes his head no. “I’m not sure I follow here, brother.”

“She doesn’t have sex unless she knows it’s love,” Bucky’s mouth falls agape, but his wife playfully smacks his head before placing Nixon in his lap. “What?”

“Ran, I think that’s sweet. At least you know — well, you know,” Ransom’s brows furrows as he looks at the woman confused. “I mean that she’s not just jumping into this. She likes you, and you like her. And you know where you both stand, and you’re not letting anything physical get in between the two of you, and you’re not already bored with her,” Ransom doesn’t want anyone thinking less of you. He’s seen the media. He knows you’ve had various boyfriends, and he knows what everyone thinks. Clearly it’s not what he knows.

“She’s exciting though. I don’t like that her tour is taking her away from me, but it’s almost finished,” he looks back towards the little girl who had lost none of her energy. Opening and closing his mouth while he wonders if he should think out loud, or just vocalize what he’s thinking.

A whirlwind. That’s what the two of you have been. It had been somewhat difficult to keep the budding romance secret, but your team did everything possible for you to spend actual time together. And if you were overseas, it has to be FaceTime. Interference with his season was keeping him from going to you, but he would, as soon as the season was finished.

“I’ve never put this much time in a relationship, and I’ve never been more scared to take something public, while also wanting to protect whatever this is,” Bucky’s wife tilts her head to the side, placing a hand on her husband’s thigh. “I wanna show her off, but our time right now is special. It’s ours.”

“Your such a typical man.”

“Hey!” Bucky protests,

“It’s not a bad thing. Ransom is just feeling some type of way because he can’t let everyone see how happy he is, and who is making him happy. Ran, have you been listening to the game commentary? They know you’re happy. You’re playing better now than you ever have, and the Pats are set to win…”

“AHHH!” Both men scream, putting their hands over their ears. Giggling, Nixon joins in, and even Charlie stops running around to copy everyone’s movement. She had almost said win the Super Bowl, and it’s something neither men liked to say out loud. “It’s bad luck to say that, babe!”

“You two and your superstitions.”

“Shh! Mama, do you hear that?” The adults all freeze, but Ransom jumps up quickly. Jogging towards the gate because he knows that sound. That sound means you. “Daddy, can I say it?” He nods, and Charlie starts chuckling. Covering her hand with her mouth, trying to peak through the gate to see Ransom pick you up, and spin you around. “Yep, he’s got it so bad. Can she have a slumber party again? Can she sleep in my bed again? But instead of Ranny can I sleep in there? Can…”

“Charlie, shh, she really needs to try sleeping in a bed that isn’t a twin size princess bed,” her mother whispers, giving a look back to you and Ransom sweetly kissing before she’s watching her giggly daughter. Hoping Charlie doesn’t watch too long when you and Ransom deepen the kiss.

“He really likes her, mama. Look it, they’re still kissing,” she gives a point over to the two of you, and has to look away quickly.

“Charlotte Barnes, would you stop,” Bucky snickers, shaking his head at Nixon, but Charlie couldn’t be contained. Dropping her whole body on the ground in a fit of laughter. “You two, no. Now Nixie is gone, too. You three are rude. It’s sweet.”

“Daddy, sing that K.I.S.S.I.N.G song again!”

“Don’t you dare, Bucky! Charlie, you keep it up, and Ransom isn’t going to bring her over here anymore,” Charlie sits up a bit. Trying to contain her laughter as much as her little body can, but then she looks to see you jumping in Ransom’s arms. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, continuing the kissing.

“Can they breathe?” Bucky’s head falls back, and he howls in laughter, and the little girl’s chuckles begin again. It’s like a cycle between her and her dad. She just says what Bucky won’t.

“You’re ridiculous. I’m surprised you haven’t brought Maeve out of her hole with this incessant — hey, guys,” you bite your kiss swollen lips, and place your other hand on Ransom’s arm. Fully sinking into him. You didn’t think about the Barnes’ already being out here, and judging by the laughter they saw you and Ransom in just a tiny makeout session. You missed him, and missed his lips.

“Hey, it’s okay. Charlie’s used to seeing people kissing, huh, sister?” Her mom gives you a reassuring smile. Her and Bucky have been together forever, of course she saw them kissing.

“Not like that. Daddy, do you think some football man is going to pick me up and squeeze my butt like that?” Oh my god! Your cheeks fire up in embarrassment and you hide your face completely in Ransom’s arm. His meaty hand presses against your temple in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks, but you feel the rumble of a laugh in his chest. “You do know what a butt is for, right, Ranny?”

“Yes, Charlie, I know that butts are for pooping.”

Bucky clears his throat, as he stands up, saying your name with a friendly nod, “Someone else is very excited to see you again, aren’t ya, Nixie boy?”

“How did,” you never know how to approach the subject of Nixon’s legs. Strong little baby with no movement from his knees down. You could see the pain in Bucky and Sarge’s eyes over their littlest love not being able to walk yet. “I mean it’s not my business, but I — I’ve been thinking about him. And,” Ransom gives the hand he’s holding a slight squeeze, and you stop speaking. Waiting on his parents to clue you in on his latest surgery.

“He still doesn’t seem to have feeling in those legs, huh, Nixie. But he will. We’re going to see him running around like Charlie one day soon. You can hold him again,” just like last time, his nose scrunches up into the sweetest little smile until you reach forward, and pull him out of Bucky’s arms, and into your own. “There, now the men can…”

“Start up the grill, Bucky Barnes. Don’t stand there acting you think the women are going to do the work. I know our babies are hungry, and I’m sure you are, too. Where did you travel from?” Leave it to Sarge to make sure the men aren’t sitting around ‘watching’ the children while you and her cook.

“The last stop was Italy. I’ve got a few days off.”

“And she chose to spend it with us. We’ll play with the kids, you two men can cook,” she wiggles a finger towards you, and you follow her over to the furniture. Slyly looking back at Ransom with a smile. They didn’t treat you like anything but human here. The girls even felt more comfortable around you. “Bucky also makes a delicious margarita. Drink as many as you like, and we’ll make sure you and Ransom get home.”

“Oh, um — well,” you didn’t fully trust yourself alone with Ransom. At least with a pink canopy above your head you could let the hormones rage, and still want to talk with him all night long.

“Charlie’s princess bed still has your name on it. Just make sure you sneak in there after she’s snuck out, okay?” Nodding your head, you give Nixon a quick smooch to his chunky cheeks before you sit down with her, and you realize why she designed her backyard like this. Perfect view of the tall men, and of Charlie who dances around with her ribbon. Putting on a show for you, so you didn’t have to perform. Being with the Barnes just felt like that. No performance. Just you.

There’s something peaceful about this family. They’re normal, but completely get the public persona. They keep things simple, despite their mansion. They give their kids a beautiful life, without spoiling them too much. They love hard, and play harder. The simplicity of being here versus in a city or even on a tour bus is the most comforting thing, and you find yourself snuggling closer into Ransom.

Your legs drape over him as you listen to him and Bucky animatedly talk about the last game or practice. You didn’t even care what they were talking about as long as you could hear his voice, and feel his breath. Your hand rubs over his belly, and you wonder why you couldn’t have found him sooner. Of all the men you’ve dated, none were such a man like Ransom. He is bigger than any of your previous boyfriends. Taller, wider, all man.

Ransom is also successful in his own field. You didn’t feel you were competing with his fame. And he isn’t toxic enough to blame you for his problems or lack of recognition. And this little family — you want to be a part of it so much. Bucky just lets Charlie’s sleeping form squish up against him while he talks, while Sarge cuddles up so close to her little baby. The only person you hadn’t seen the whole day was Maeve.

But right now you hear her. Off in the distance, strumming a guitar, and the softest sweetest singing voice. A voice so tender you crave more. You look up at Ransom, and he offers a smile, but it’s Sarge that uses her head to motion where Maeve is. You hadn’t missed the treehouse on your first visit, but you’d assumed it was Charlie’s. She nods to you, and you get up from Ransom.

Your bare feet carry you softly up a treehouse you wish you had as a child. There isn’t even a ladder, but stairs instead. Her voice gets a bit louder, but there’s an edge of timidness to it. This girl has nothing to be shy about. People would sell their soul to get that soft of a voice.

Peeking your head through the door, you hear her growl in frustration, and lean over to scratch out a few lines before she’s back to strumming her guitar. Memories of you in a studio, even younger than her, doing what you loved, and now wishing you had a normal childhood. Wishing your dad wouldn’t have pushed so hard for you to be the star you are. But then, where would you be? It’s easy to take away moments of your life, but it opens up endless possibilities for your current present life.

You step on a wrong board, and Maeve turns around to look at you, her eyes getting wider before she looks back at her notebook, and sneaks it under her leg. “That board always creaks,” she answers plainly, starting to lay her guitar down.

“Please, don’t stop on my account.”

“I can’t compare to you.”

“The only competition you should have is with yourself. We’re all different. Different lives, different experiences. Those experiences give us our stories. And you take your stories and write?” She shrugs, and her fingers tap on her guitar a moment. “It’s a pretty place you’ve got here.”

“The house was dad’s first big purchase. He’d secured a great contract, and they finally felt comfortable buying the house. Mom was so scared of going back to where we were and in an apartment with Ransom,” you sit down across from her on another beanbag, ready to hear whatever story she wanted to tell you. Charlie never had to see her parents struggle, but Maeve was a part of it.

“I wanted a treehouse so bad, and mom told me to just wait, and we’d get some extra money. Ran, picked me up from school one day, and took me to this place, and he let me design it. Told me I could work it off in songs.”

“You’ve always liked singing?” She shrugs again, but picks up her guitar. Her fingers glide over the strings, and you can tell she tries not to look you in the eye much.

“I liked writing more. Most of the songs are different versions of lyrics to yours.”

“Like a parody?”

She shakes her head no giggling. Strumming a few chords when she looks up at you, “I simplified them for a kid. You would sing about love, I’d sing about playing in the dirt, or begging my dad to buy me a guitar. The melody had the same rhythm. And no, I don’t remember them. I’m sure they have videos of me. It was just us and Ransom for years. Him and dad were unstoppable in the game. Mom became more secure with our finances, and she wanted a baby. And it never happened. They tried, and they cried, and then that hellcat of my sister was born. I was able to bond with her because I could care for her. I’d sneak into her room and sleep on her floor, until she was the one sneaking in my room.”

“It’s a good thing, I guess. Where would Ransom sleep?”

She chuckles, finally meeting your eyes. “He used to sleep on our couch when we lived in an apartment. His chest was where I slept. Everyone took turns raising me, until Mimi stepped in,” you quirk up an eyebrow, wondering who this woman was. “Ransom’s mom. Dad’s parents helped when they could. Mom’s family wanted her to get rid of me, and then kicked her out. Mimi wanted to help, but they wouldn’t let her, so she helped with her time. Pulled some strings and got dad and Ran to meet the right people. He’s very important to us.”

“I can tell. He’s very important to me, too.”

”I can tell,” the two of you sit in silence for a moment. Assessing the situation as much as possible before you point to the notebook under her leg. “I’m just working on something.”

“Can I hear it?”

“It won’t be as good as yours,” you hope this is just a thing with you, and that she didn’t lack that much confidence. Being a teenage girl is so hard.

“Do you believe the words you wrote?” This time she doesn’t shrug, but nods her head. “Then it’s perfect,” deeply sighing she strums her guitar and her soft shy voice sings out a simple but truthful song about some stupid boy. No longer singing about dirt but about emotions and pain. Stopping abruptly in the song before growling again.

“I’m stuck right there. I just can’t get that part right,” you hum a moment. Had memorized the melody that she was playing before her mouth drops open, “You already know it?”

“Not really. But you had a good flow. I liked the bit of a breakdown. What if…”

“I got it!” She yips, going on to pick it up a few bars back, and adds in a cute little line before giggling, and scribbling it down. “Thank you!”

“I didn’t do anything, that was all you.”

“Hey, can you tell mom I’ll be down in about thirty minutes?” That is your cue to leave. You understand when you get in the moment, and need your space to let creativity strike fully. Taking your leave to walk down the stairs, and only Sarge is left putting away a few toys.

“Each man had a kid. Ransom took Nixon. It sounds really cute, but it’s just that he didn’t want to clean up this mess. Putting Nixon to bed is a lot easier than this. You want to grab that trash bag?” Responding with picking it up, you help her stuff the remaining garbage in there, and she chuckles. “I always thought you would be a stuck up princess.”

“Oh, is that what you really thought I would be?” Oddly enough people thought a lot of things about you, but you mostly wanted to be left alone.

“It’s not a you thing. A lot of celebrities don’t look at the wives of football players as anything of importance. I’m okay staying in the background. And well, you — you don’t know how to.”

“Ransom’s teaching me,” she offers you a genuine smile before closing up the shed of toys. “Do you like me?”

“I like you just fine, sweetheart. You gotta understand when he brought you to meet my kids and he shows you’re in a relationship. It's more personal. I have nothing against you in the least bit. But my babies are my priority. Especially the girls. Nixie doesn’t know any better. They loved you as someone they would never meet, and now they really love you as their uncle Ran’s girlfriend. Now can I ask you a question?”

Sighing, you nod your head. She meant a lot to not only Ransom, but his mom. You had grown to have a lot of respect for her, especially knowing what she went through to get where she is. “Do you care about him? I mean really really care about him?”

“Yeah, I really really do.”

“Good. Because that man has been good to me, my husband, and my children. He’s a big brother to me. They’re more than just teammates. They’re life mates. I will never get rid of Ransom, and he’s never getting rid of us. So what is this?”

Looking up at the sky, you try and think of the right words. Choosing to shrug your shoulders when you look back at her, “I don’t know. I like it. I like it so much, and I’ve never felt so — so free. Today was amazing, and we didn’t do anything. There weren't the cars, there wasn't the glamor and the drinking. But it was the most at ease I’ve ever felt. And I just want to protect it.”

“That’s good. Now, can I offer you a piece of advice?” You nod your head, trying to ignore Ransom who had softly said your name out the back door. “Take your time in this way. The moment you two go public you know what’s going to happen. Secure your emotions and relationship before that happens. Make sure he’s ready for your level of fame. This woman you were today is not the persona on the stage.”

She is right. You want to protect whatever is happening between you and Ransom keep the two of you in this safe bubble. You aren’t sure if you want to share him with the world. Just show him off a bit. When you’re ready.

Ransom whistles as he looks around the tight little area. Leaning over behind your tech who is only slightly annoyed, so he pushes Ransom away from him. “Please, don’t ask me what any of these buttons are for. It’s complicated. Sit in that chair, sit on the couch, or…”

“Do I get to go in there with her?” You giggle as the tech turns around to glare at Ransom shaking his head. “Why not?”

“Do you sing?”

“No.”

“Are you offering any sounds for the track?”

“I don’t think I am.”

“Then stay on this side. I don’t need your breathing in the background. Alright, the boyfriend is here. Can we go again?” You want to sing and giggle inside with that word, and Ransom straightens up his posture. That word is getting thrown around a lot more in your inner circle, and you’re loving it. You wait for the ticks of the snare drum before you start singing, and Ransom moves closer to the tech, furrowing his brows, but you’re too into the song.

“Who wrote this?”

“Maybelle Browning.”

“No.”

“Yes. Saw the sheet this morning.”

“No, she didn’t. Maeve Barnes wrote this. Hey,” he walks closer, tapping on the glass, and the tech glares at him.

“She can’t hear you.”

“Stop the recording now!” You glance up at the two men when everything halts. Putting up your headphones, and Ransom says something to your tech before barging into the studio. “What are you doing?”

“Recording a song that Maeve wrote.”

“What? H-h-he said that Maybelle dipshit wrote it. What is going on?” You feel a bit guilty for not explaining the situation to Ransom, but you weren’t sure he would know it was Maeve’s song.

“Ran, Maybelle Browning. M.B. Maeve didn’t want her name on it, but she sent it to me with a recording and said she wrote it for me, but didn’t expect it on the album, but then I asked her if I could record it roughly, and send it to her for consideration. She’s getting full credit. She wants this. I wouldn’t…what — did you think I was stealing from her? I wouldn’t. I adore that little girl, and Ran — don’t be mad.”

“Sorry, I’m very protective of — she gets writing credit? And paid?”

“She’s a minor, so I want her parents present when we discuss that with the lawyers, but if she wants it on the album, I do. But I want her full approval. It’s amazing. Ask Todd. Ran, she is incredible. Did you really think I would do that?” He shakes his head no, pulling you into his body. “You promise?”

“That’s just my girl, and I think she’s the best and deserves the world, so I’ll make sure she gets it. It’s not you, it's this life. I know how brutal things can be.”

“You’re talking to a girl who has re-recorded all my past songs, so now I have ownership of the copyrights. I will make sure she gets the best contract, but I won’t be the only artist that will want her lyrics,” Ransom pulls you back, looking down at you, and you want to melt into him. “You promise you didn’t think I would do that? If I can help her achieve a goal, I want to.”

“No. I think you get taken advantage of enough. I have this need to protect everyone I love — and care about,” he softly slots his lips against yours, and you return the kiss. Snaking your arms up around his neck before he lifts you up off the ground. Wrapping your legs around his waist when the tech leaves.

He might not have said it directly, but he said something. It is enough, you’d been feeling the same things. But now you just don’t know how you can keep this all secret. You want to shout to the world that Ransom Drysdale is your man, and you don’t care about the past drama of exes. You care about his smile, and his scent, his thick fingers entwined into yours.

Your fingers weave through his slicked back hair when he pulls off your lips. “Come to a game,” you smile, shaking your head no. You need to know he’s ready. Privacy will be a thing of the past. “Please, come to a game.”

“Ran…”

“No, excuses. I need you at a game. I need our dates not to be at home, or in recording studios. I need to…”

“Claim me?”

“Something like that. Please, I’ll have a comfy little box. Bring a friend, bring whoever. Just watch me play on something that’s not a television.”

“So you want us to go public before you’ve ever seen me naked?” You wiggle your eyebrows, giving him the sweetest smile. You’ve already decided you want to go. There’s nothing more that you want to do besides see Ransom play.

“If you want me to see what you look like naked, I’ll gladly look. But I can’t stand us not being able to be together in public. I want us to be normal, and do normal couple things, and ride off in a car after the game. Just me and you, baby.”

“You know when you’re with me things will never be normal, right? People are going to dig into everything you’ve done. All your social media posts, all your past girlfriends, everything.”

“I know, buddy, but I don’t care. What I care about is you and me. Why are you smiling at me like that? Is that a yes?” You shake your head no, grinning from ear to ear. That name. He wouldn’t know, “What?”

“You called me buddy. That's what my parents have always called me. It’s just sweet.”

“Ehh, I don’t share nicknames, Bud,” he leans back in, giving you the sweetest kiss before resting his forehead against your own, “So what do you say?”

“I’ll go.”

“Yes!”

“Under one condition.”

“Anything.”

“You come to Rhode Island and meet my mom afterwards,” Ransom gulps loudly, but nods his head. “Hey, I’ve been on your turf, and met the Barnes’, so now it’s your turn. And if you could not get hurt during the game.”

“No promises. It’s football, Bud.”

If silence was a sound it would be now. Putting on a bright smile, you let your bodyguards lead you to the designated area. It takes seconds for people to realize it was you, but it feels like an eternity. A simple outfit, but the Patriots jacket you’re wearing is obvious.

Smiling as you talk to the bodyguard on the right, trying to ignore the questions of why you’re here. “Didn’t Drysdale do an interview saying he was going to give her a bracelet with his number on it at a show?”

“She’s just looking for her next victim to write about.”

“Does she even understand football?”

“She’s made comments about Drysdale, and how he was hot. She always gets what she wants.”

“She’s got an 81 on her bracelet! Oh my god!”

It’s all in the details. Of course you are going to wear something that is a nod to Ransom. They just couldn’t see the other details. Holding your head high as you’re led into the box. Taking a deep breath as you look at Ransom’s stage. Everyone else could make your relationship ugly, but you didn’t have to. You are Ransom Drysdale’s girlfriend, and you’re proud of him, so you deserve to be there just like everyone else. Let the press speculate and gossip. You are here to see your boyfriend.

Trying to ignore the cameras is proving difficult. It is part of your job to notice them. Wishing they would put the cameras on the field. On anything but you. You just want to eat chicken tenders, drink beer, and hang out with the Barnes’. Is that so hard?

It’s everyone else on the team that notices you first. Bucky taps on someone’s chest, pointing up at the box, and even a little wave. It creates a dominos effect with the other teammates. Pointing, and crowing about how Ransom was able to wrangle you.

The coach hits Ransom on the shoulder, turning around to point at the box, and his crystal blue eyes spot you. His mouth turns up into that boyish grin, and he mouths, “I can’t believe she’s here,” winking a bit towards you. His focus completely gone as he smiles at you.

Everyone else’s pointing and comments fade away, and you only see that gorgeously handsome man. Your number 81. Normally you have constant flowing of words in moments like these. Trying to think of how you could tell this story with lyrics, but with Ransom there’s just him and an undeniable invisible string between you.

Each year up until this moment it has gotten shorter. Wound tighter as the two of you are pulled together. Now that string has wrapped around both of your legs, tethering you to the other. Everything else disappears but that string and Ransom. Even when you aren’t with him you feel the tug of needing to be with him.

No wonder you had bad relationships that you wanted to work, but something pulled you away. It was this amazing tie that was bringing you to right now. Right here with Ransom. The world may be watching, but all you see is him.

“I see you, Bud,” he mouths, and you get an ever bigger smile on your face. It’s like this love story was written by divine powers. And written just for you and Ransom.

“I only see you, Ran.”

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Tom Hiddleston - Loki - Night Manager - Jaguar Villains - High Rise

All of Tom's most tasty permutations...

I'm trying to update my masterlists because... well, it's all crap. Hopefully, this makes it easier to find what you want. There's some new Loki stories here, and if you share my filthy love of Dr. Robert Laing from High Rise, there's several new stories you might not have read before. Thank you for reading my nonsense...

“Everyone has a Vice, Pine. What is Yours?” Night Manager fandom

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She is my Only Vice: the sequel to Everyone has a Vice, Pine…

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The Reluctant Spy - Jaguar Villains - Thomas Pine

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TVA? F.U.

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Haust Blot: A Loki Halloween tale Jotunn Loki

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One, or the Other: A Crimson Peak - Only Lovers Left Alive

Halloween Special

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That Old Black Magic CEO Loki Halloween Special

The Christmas Party - Loki, Avengers, “Holidays from Hel” series

A Date? A Prince of Asgard Does Not Ask For a Date!

I'm Mr. Heat Miser

What Are You Doing On New Year’s Eve? - A Loki - Avenger’s tale from the ‘Holidays in Hel’ series

I’ll Break Your Heart Before You Break Mine - A Loki - Avengers Valentine’s Day tale “Holidays from Hel” series

“Do Not Say ‘Always After My Lucky Charms’ or I Will Stab You” A St. Patrick’s Day - Avengers tale

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Oh, I Could Just EAT YOU UP! A Halloween "Holidays in Hel" Avenger's Tale.

The Dragon Bride - A “Springtime with Loki” one-shot

“I’m right here, honey…” A Tom on Broadway ask - Complete

Sing Banshee - Loki, The Avengers

On Your Knees - A Succubus Loki, Bucky Barnes filthy musing

That Which is Lost - A Loki, Avengers time-travel story

Blood and Music - A Bodyguard Tom story

The Auction - A Dystopian Loki, Bucky Barnes, Ransom Drysdale mashup.

Dr. Laing's Loose End - High Rise Dr. Robert Laing

What Do You Want For Your Birthday, Darling?  follow-up to Dr. Laing's Loose End

You're Too Good For This Place - High Rise Dr. Robert Laing one-shot

You Belong To Me, Now Dr. Robert Laing, dark High Rise (artwork by RayofDawn)

The Mistletoe Chronicles - Christmas tales of Loki, Thomas Pine and Dr. Robert Laing

Metamorphosis - Loki

My Lovely Doll - Jaguar Villains Tom

(This is an age-gap dark romance. There is no underage sexual activity, but it IS dark.)

You're Definitely Trouble  - Loki and occasional Avengers

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: author! ransom drysdale x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N spends the autumn months trying to drag her boyfriend Ransom Drysdale out of his writing cave and into fall activities. Despite Ransom's sarcastic and occasionally broody attitude, she is determined to soak up every ounce of her favorite season, whether he likes it or not.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Ransom being a flirt & an asshole, fluff, implications of smut but other than that it's pretty pg-13. A little grumpy x sunshine trope if you squint.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k+

A/N: Here's another author! ransom one-shot. I had to write this since it's his season!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Summer had finally taken its last breath in Boston. Soft raindrops dripped down the windowpane as Y/N browsed through the books at the local bookstore. Originally, they had planned to go to one of the nearby pumpkin patches.

Browsing through the shelves of classic literature, her fingertips grazed over the spine of one in particular, one of her favorites, Wuthering Heights. She was about to pull it when she felt Ransom’s arms wrap tightly around her waist. His face dips down into her shoulder. “We’ve been here for hours,” he mumbles against her skin. “Are you almost done, baby?”

When she doesn’t answer, he peppers kisses onto the side of her neck, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. “Ransom, stop it,” she hisses, her voice shaking from the mix of being flustered and excited. Just as Ransom was about to continue, she turned around, her hands pushing against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” he starts, leaning in even closer. His tone was now low and sultry. “I’m bored and I’ve had to watch you for two hours, looking all cute in this skirt, imagining all the ways I want to just—“ Ransom pauses when he hears a creak in the floorboard. At the end of the aisle stands an older woman.

Her gray hair was pulled into a neat French twist, and she wore a long-sleeved blouse with a pencil skirt. Her lips were pursed, and she shot daggers at the two of them. “May I help you two?” she hissed, her tone dripping with disgust.

Y/N’s eyes flew wide in surprise, and she pushed Ransom off of her. “Nope. Just looking!” The woman gives them one last judgmental glance before walking away.

“Well,” Ransom quipped with a smirk as the librarian was out of earshot of the two of them. “She seems like fun.”

“I can’t believe you,” Y/N giggled, her cheeks heated up with warmth as she took Ransom’s hand in hers. “Come on. Before you get us into more trouble.”

“Ransom, give it back!” she squealed, chasing him into the kitchen and finally cornering him as he was lifting the book up above her head. She sighs defeatedly until he lowers the book in his hand back down. He skims through a few pages of the book, brows furrowed as he reads.

He looked down at her, a smug expression on his face. ”Was your goal to purchase the most depressing romance novel you could find?”.

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, her voice taking on a sassy tone. “It’s a classic. Now hand it over!”

“Not so fast!” He says, wetting his fingertips and flipping through a few pages. His eyes suddenly widen, and his face takes on a smirk. “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you—haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know, that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!” He pursues, his words dripping with sarcasm. He was clearly enjoying this.

Y/N rolls her eyes. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she taps her foot impatiently. She was not going to let him win this time.

Ransom looks up from the book, his eyes meeting hers. “Out of all the classics, you pick this?” He asks, his tone now serious.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s just...it’s so dark. I mean, Heathcliff is an asshole.”

“So are you,” she quips, smiling sweetly.

He takes a step back, his hand clutching his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me!”

She giggles, running her fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut, and he leans into her touch. She pulls him down to her level, pressing her lips against his. When they break apart, she smiles up at him. “Now, give me back the book. Please?”

“Fine,” he sighs, handing her the book. “But only because you asked nicely.”

She takes the book from him, placing it on the counter. “Thank you,” she says, kissing his cheek. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late for dinner.”

Autumn had fully taken hold. The crisp air was chilled, and the leaves crunched beneath their boots as she tugged Ransom into the pumpkin patch. “Do we really have to do this?” he grumbled, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “Can’t we just go back home and drink hot chocolate and watch scary movies?”

“Nope,” Y/N quipped as she scanned the farm for a perfect pumpkin. She finally sees the one and rushes over to it. The pumpkin was a dark orange, and it was almost as big as she was. “Ransom!” she shouted as she ran. “Over here!”

He shook his head and laughed at how excited she was. He watched as she stopped in front of the pumpkin. Her eyes were wide and sparkling, and her smile was so bright it could light up the entire town.

“You keep picking the bad ones. Here, let me do it,” he sighed, shaking his head. But as he bent down, he couldn’t help a faint smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “See. This one is perfect,” he said, placing his hand on the top of the pumpkin.

“How do you know that one is perfect?” she asked with a smirk as her hands came to rest on her hips.

“Because,” he answered as he stood up. “It matches your beauty,” Ransom quipped with a smirk before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, bringing her into his side as they began to walk out of the pumpkin patch and into the parking lot.

She lay out in the yard, her fingers raking through the dying grass as Ransom watched. The leaves danced through the wind, and the chill in the air seemed to have a slight sting to it as she shivered slightly.

His gaze stayed fixed on her, her face full of pure joy and excitement. “Why don’t we take a break and go inside,” he suggested, his mind was racing. He tried not to take things there, especially since it was just getting late, but his dirty thoughts had been creeping in more recently.

“Yeah! Sure! What should we do next then? There is so much we could do and honestly, I don’t even know where to start,” Y/N confessed. Her energy was always through the roof.

He knew she couldn’t help it, but he tried not to laugh at her overly cheery and extroverted demeanor. He wasn’t fond of social settings or anything remotely close to what they were doing at the moment.

“I have an idea,” he uttered. His words dripping with sensuality, his face now looming close to hers. Ransom's expression took on the cocky yet lustful vibe he always had about him. “And I can assure you,” he added, his finger lightly tracing her jaw, his lips brushing against the tip of her ear. “You will like it.”

She sat up slightly, a few leaves stuck in her hair from lying on the ground. “What if I don’t want to?” she teased, batting her eyelashes playfully.

“Hmm,” Ransom smirked as a wave of cool breeze passed through the yard, a few fallen leaves rustled across the now grass-stained sweater and jeans she had put on that day.

He knew it would’ve been a matter of time before she would eventually catch on, so his mind was racing about where to take this next.

She couldn’t hide the heat that was now creeping up into her cheeks; she couldn’t hide the way her heart started to beat so loudly as his hand cupped the side of her face. She couldn’t hide the way her core ignited like sparks to kindle; as she began to ponder every thought in her mind.

She stared up into his eyes. They were a brilliant blue; almost like the color of the sky on a cloudless summer’s day. She bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper that was threatening to leave the back of her throat as Ransom’s other hand slowly traveled up her thigh.

Ransom smirked down at her, his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck as his hot breath tickled her ear. “I didn’t think you of all people would be shy about these types of activities,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over her skin in a taunting manner.

Y/N gasped when she felt Ransom’s lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her throat. His hand slipped further up her skirt until his fingertips met the cotton fabric of her panties. Her breath hitched, and she grabbed his hand. “Ransom, not here. It’s cold.”

“Then let’s go inside,” he suggested in a raspy voice. “Let me warm you up, baby.”

She gave him a teasing smile and stood up abruptly. Ransom stared up at her with a raised brow. “You coming, hot stuff?” she asked with a wicked smile as she turned and began to walk towards the house.

He wasted no time and quickly stood up and followed her. But as she reached for the door handle, he snatched her wrist and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “Here will do just fine,” he smirked into her ear.

He licked a long stripe along her neck, his tongue swirling deliciously around the delicate skin; savoring the taste of her sweet sweat that clung to him like hot embers. “Ransom, you’re nuts. We’re not having sex outside...” she whined softly, trying not to give in to him so easily; trying to resist him so she could show a little of defiance in her personality.

But the way his body pressed up against her own, making her feel so protected and wanted, was a dangerous combination. It was intoxicating; as if the whiskey coursing through his veins somehow seeped into hers through some form of a magical spell or sorcery of some kind.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he whispers back, his voice vibrating against her neck, making her let out a faint moan. Ransom gently moves her hair to the side, nuzzling the tip of his nose to graze gently up her neck before taking a small bite. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to cause her to yelp.

“You really shouldn’t wear skirts and dresses like this,” he groans against her skin; feeling how wet she is through the fabric of her panties as he skates his index finger along her slit before softly tapping her clit.

She rolls her eyes but is unable to conceal a sharp breath escaping from her lips, her jaw clenches in silent frustration when he pulls his hand away and places it underneath her chin and turns her head back just a bit to meet his gaze, his smirk playful yet almost devilish as he speaks with a teasing tone; his tongue lightly clicking with disapproval. “You know what happens when I find out a beautiful girl is trying to seduce me? I mean really, baby...”

“What?” she breathes out, her doe eyes wide as she looks up at him. “How am I seducing you?” she asks, trying her best to keep up the innocent facade.

Ransom chuckles darkly, shaking his head at her. “Oh, baby, you know exactly what you’re doing. You know how much I love your legs and your ass in these skirts and dresses you wear. You know how much I love seeing you squirm underneath me, begging for me to touch you. And you know how much I love hearing you scream my name when I’m fucking you.”

Her face heats up. She bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatens to leave the back of her throat. He smirks, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw before he leans down and captures her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slips into her mouth, exploring every inch of her sweet cavern. He tastes like cinnamon and spice, and she can’t get enough of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against hers. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat you for days.”

She whimpers, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. “Please, Ransom. Please fuck me,” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ransom smirks, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “I thought you’d never ask, baby,” he growls, lifting her up and carrying her inside the house.

The next morning, she woke up to the sun shining through the curtains and onto her face. She stretched and yawned, feeling the soreness between her legs from the night before.

Y/N smiled to herself, thinking about how amazing it felt to have Ransom inside of her. She rolled over and saw that he was still asleep next to her. She gently traced her fingertips along his bare chest, admiring his toned muscles and soft skin.

He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he looked up at her with a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning,” she replied, leaning down to kiss him softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, running his fingers over her hair.

“Like a baby,” she giggled, resting her head on his chest.

Ransom chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I’m glad. You deserve it after last night.”

Her cheeks heated, burying her face in his chest. “You’re such a tease,” she mumbled.

He laughed, kissing her again. “Only for you, baby.”

She rolled her eyes, playfully slapping his chest. “You’re insatiable,” she teased, kissing him again.

He smirked, rolling her onto her back and hovering over her. “And you love it,” he growled, kissing her neck. She hummed, her fingers threading through his hair. “Ransom, babe. We can’t do this right now.”

He pulled away, looking down at her with a pout. “Why not?” he whined.

She laughed, shaking her head at him. “You promised we’d go to that new coffee shop today. Remember?”

Ransom groaned, rolling off of her and falling back onto the bed. “Fine,” he sighed. “But you owe me.”

“I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

He smirked, pulling her into his arms. “You better.”

The scent of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air as Y/N and Ransom entered the small cafe. The interior was cozy and inviting, with warm wood floors and exposed brick walls. There were plants hanging from the ceiling and soft jazz music playing in the background.

They made their way to the counter and ordered two coffees. Ransom paid for them both, despite her protests. They found a table by the window and sat down, enjoying the view of the fall leaves blowing in the wind outside.

“This place is really nice,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her iced coffee.

“It is,” Ransom agreed, smiling at her. “I’m glad you suggested it.”

She smiled, taking another sip of her drink. The caffeine was just what she needed to wake herself up. “Me too,” she replied, glancing at Ransom.

She couldn’t help but notice the way the light from the window hit his face, making him look even more handsome than usual. He looked so serene and peaceful. She found herself getting lost in his deep blue eyes.

“What?” he asked, noticing her staring at him.

She grinned, shaking her head. “Nothing. Just admiring the view.”

“Oh?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought the view was out the window.”

She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “You can admire both. I’m just saying that I like the view right in front of me.”

Ransom chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, in that case, I’d have to agree with you. The view from here is pretty damn amazing.”

They shared a laugh, enjoying each other’s company and the atmosphere of the cafe. Y/N had a sudden realization and cleared her throat before saying: “We’ve been together for quite some time now and we never had a proper first date.”

He quirked an eyebrow as if to question the validity of the statement, which, of course, she found amusing.

“I mean, you never took me on an actual date. You know, like the one you go on when you really like someone. When you want to show them off to everyone,” she continued, “That’s why we should do it today!” she suggested.

He paused and gave the suggestion a moment’s thought before his gaze shifted down to his coffee as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That would be a lot of fun.” He paused again as the smile spread further across his face before he looked up at her once more. “So, where to first?” he asked.

She pondered the question for a moment before her gaze wandered outside the window and onto the sidewalk below. She noticed a small group of kids playing with leaves in the crisp fall air, and a couple walking down the street holding hands.

“Well, maybe we can go to the park?” She suggested as her gaze turned back toward him with a soft smile. “I’ve heard it’s pretty there.”

Ransom nodded in agreement, “It would be a shame if we didn’t, “He responded.

She smiled, taking a sip of her iced coffee before turning to him with an inquisitive stare.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What is it?” He asked, sensing something was off about her expression.

She shrugged her shoulders with a smirk. “Nothing. It’s just...” Her words trailed off, unable to complete the thought due to a sudden onset of shyness and embarrassment at what she was about to ask of him.

He furrowed his eyebrows even further and leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Just what?” He pressed.

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, exhaling a shaky breath before finally managing to speak her mind. “Can we play in the leaves?” She asked timidly.

The corner of Ransom’s mouth twitched slightly and his lips parted, his gaze falling downward as his eyes darted back and forth before slowly turning upward, meeting her gaze. His lips parted and curled up slightly before parting once more.

“What? “He asked with a small smirk. “Did you just ask to play in the leaves?”

“I know it seems childish but, it’s fall.” She bit the inside of her cheek, waiting for his response. Knowing Ransom, he was probably never going to stop teasing her about this.

He chuckled to himself, his shoulders rising and falling as he shrugged them back, “Sure, we can do that. We have time.”

A huge smile spread across her face as she placed her hand on his. “I’ve always wanted to do that with you. Thank you.” She replied softly.

“Don’t mention it. “ He paused momentarily, glancing back outside the window before turning his attention back toward her with a sly smirk, “It might be fun.”

After the two of them finished their drinks, they walked across the street and headed toward the park. There were plenty of leaves, both large and small, scattered across the ground. There weren’t too many other people out, as it was still a bit too early for most people. Ransom shook his head before tossing his drink in the nearest trashcan. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

Y/N chuckled and looked up at him. “Just give it a try. It will be fun! And it’s a nice day.” She smiled sweetly as she spoke and began gathering a large pile of leaves, which Ransom hesitantly joined in on. “This is crazy, Y/N,” He remarked.

She ignored him for the most part and lay down on the ground. “Can you like stop complaining for one minute?” She teased. He laughed in response and got on his back next to her, lying in the leaves, staring up at the clear blue sky.

The smell of leaves and damp earth was in the air as the autumn breeze gently brushed against their faces. Ransom watched as his girlfriend attempted to make a leaf angel. She had managed to spread out her limbs on either side of herself as far as she possibly could without them becoming uncomfortable. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before,” she said.

Ransom shrugged and chuckled lightly, “Well, you know how it is...growing up rich...parents never took me outside for shit...” He said matter-of-factly.

She nodded, understanding Ransom better than most people. “True.” she paused for a moment as her expression turned solemn. “I’m sorry your childhood was like that.” She paused again as Ransom lay in silence, staring at the sky.

She then let out an audible sigh and spoke once more, “I guess we could spend some quality time together now, though.” Her statement prompted a chuckle from Ransom as he slowly turned his head, meeting her gaze for the briefest of moments.

“And do what? Play in the leaves all day?” He queried.

“No, just spend more quality time together. This seems relaxing. Plus, it’s a nice fall day. Better than working indoors all the time. Isn’t it?” She questioned him with a soft grin plastered across her face, awaiting his response, “It is pretty relaxing, I have to admit.” He agreed with a halfhearted smile before turning his attention toward the vast expanse above him once again, enjoying the silence that hung between them as she chuckled under her breath to herself. She leaned over, pressing a soft kiss on his mouth before pulling away.

She hummed softly with amusement. She paused momentarily as Ransom’s gaze lingered upon her lips. He caresses the side of her face, his thumb rubbing against her supple skin before he chuckles.

"You have leaves in your hair," he softly remarked. He reached up and gently removed one from within the tangled locks that adorned the sides of her face. He delicately slid his fingers through them as he removed several more. Ransom shook his head, amusing himself with the statement as she proceeded to gaze upon him with curiosity and concern.

Her forehead scrunched with curiosity and her brows furrowed in response. “What are you doing?" She inquired with slight intrigue.

Ransom shrugged off the question as if it held no importance and continued to brush through her hair, using the tips of his fingers. She continues to gaze upon him intently until Ransom places one final leaf within her locks before stopping his motions abruptly. He smirks slightly before resting his hand on her cheek once more and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Beautiful.” He remarked briefly before turning his attention back upward toward the clear blue autumn sky once more, Y/N still laying next to him gazing at him with intrigue and curiosity. Silence follows suit between the two. She smiled warmly and hummed in contentment, closing her eyes as another breeze blew by them, rustling the leaves near her head, and sending them all flying everywhere in a flurry.

Ransom chuckled softly beneath his breath in amusement at how carefree his girlfriend’s nature seemed to be compared to his own cynical one. She giggles in response with a slight smile on her face before glancing in his direction once more, seeing that his eyelids remain closed tightly.

She leans upward ever so slightly, placing herself in front of Ransom’s head for the briefest of moments to place one final lingering kiss upon his forehead. “I love you, Ransom,” she mumbles quietly so only he can hear and rests her head once more beside his in contentedness.

“I love you too, beautiful,” He mumbled softly in response before opening his eyes and gazing back up towards the sky once more, basking in the silence between them both once more. Her smile continues to linger on her face, growing wider by the moment.

Y/N happily walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. As soon as she set the bowl down on the coffee table, she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“Boo!” he screamed, making her squeal slightly. She giggled softly after getting over the initial shock of his hug as he rested his chin upon her shoulder and hummed affectionately. “You scared me,” she replied, continuing to laugh lightly.

Ransom chuckled along with her as she turned around within his hold on her torso, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely, gazing affectionately upon his features, letting one hand settle at her waist while he moved the other upward toward her shoulder.

His thumb caresses her arm softly as he stares into her eyes with warmth and longing. Her cheeks heat beneath his gaze, looking down sheepishly. “What’s with you today?” She inquired curiously.

Ransom shrugged slightly. “Nothing. I just love you, is all,” He states simply before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead briefly causing her cheeks to heat further and her eyes to shut instinctively in reaction as she leans into his touch with a smile etched upon her lips. “You’re my girl.” Ransom declares in a deep and low husky tone.

After the quick forehead kiss, her eyes flutter open once more, locking onto Ransom’s cerulean ones which appear as deep and endless pools of the sea, so full of depth and complexity that they seem to glisten slightly beneath their gaze.

The light from the fire dances wildly off of their surfaces creating a halo-like effect behind them as he stares directly into hers with intensity. “So possessive,” she teases. Ransom smiles slightly before leaning in closer to her face so that their noses nearly graze and their lips hover over one another, only inches apart. The warmth of Ransom’s breath tickles her lips and the feeling sends a shiver down her spine.

She inhales deeply, letting out a shaky breath as Ransom laughs softly under his breath. Her cheeks heat once more and her heart begins beating rapidly within the confines of her chest.

“I can’t help it,” he replies. Ransom’s voice sounded as smooth as silk as it left his lips in a slow and deliberate manner.

“You’re mine...my everything...” He whispers, continuing to hold her gaze intently.

She blinks a few times, trying desperately not to look away or tear her eyes from his intense gaze. It feels as if he’s staring straight into her soul, reading all of her deepest secrets and desires.

The sensation makes her feel exposed somehow, even though they’ve been together for months. She swallows hard, fighting back the urge to bite her lip nervously because she knows that Ransom has already seen such behavior coming from her.

His eyes widen slightly as a smirk begins to spread across his face. His gaze remains fixed upon hers and he nods subtly, acknowledging her struggle to maintain composure under his scrutiny.

“There’s my girl, “Ransom’s voice rings out, cutting through the silence like a knife as he takes notice of her biting her bottom lip anxiously, breaking their silent staring contest. She laughs softly, pulling away. “Stop doing that,” she mumbles before plopping down on the couch.

He snickered and walked past her. “Doing what, beautiful?” He called out, “Being a fucking tease? Because that’s definitely what you’re doing!”

Y/N smirked at him before taking a handful of popcorn and throwing it at him as he sat on the opposite side of the couch. A playful scowl forms on Ransom’s face as he glares at her before moving over and tackling her, pinning her to the couch. “I’m going to make you pay for that.” His tone was ominous, but his facial expressions gave it away. He wasn’t mad. In fact, he was quite the contrary.

He loves roughhousing with her, and it turns him on immensely when she fights back.

“Oh, yeah?” she retorted sarcastically, with a cocky grin. Ransom couldn’t keep himself from kissing that cheeky little smirk off her face when she raised an eyebrow and rolled her hips against his, grabbing a handful of her ass before moving downwards to plant kisses along her neck as she moaned and writhed beneath his grasp.

He gripped her waist tighter in order to hold her steady. Ransom bit the lobe of her ear roughly and whispered seductively, “I promise that you’ll pay later tonight for being a tease. But for now, let’s watch the movie.”

With a nod, she relaxed her body and allowed him to remove himself from atop her before he adjusted himself to sit up comfortably next to her. “Your loss, Ransom. Your loss.” She said casually before shoving another handful of popcorn in her mouth with a small smile.

Ransom laughed in agreement and clicked play on the remote. The two cuddled up next to each other as the movie started and settled into their normal routine of bickering throughout the film.

Their laughter and chatter filled the entire house while they ate popcorn and drank wine throughout the rest of the evening, until eventually, Ransom stood up from the couch abruptly and extended his hand toward her.

Her brows furrowed as she leaned back. “What?” She questioned curiously.

“Dance with me,” he stated confidently.

Her mouth gaped open in astonishment. “Huh???”

“I’m serious. Come on!” Ransom insisted, ignoring the shocked expression on her face completely as he grabbed hold of her hand and gently guided her in front of the fireplace which had just begun crackling with warmth and flames as it emitted a dull orange glow into the surrounding air. “Are you insane?!”

“Perhaps,” Ransom replied with a chuckle, “But come on, Y/N. Have some fun with me for a change!” He declared as he wrapped both arms tightly around her waist from behind and pulled her back against his firm chest, cradling her body between his own broad shoulders.

His head rested comfortably atop her right shoulder, nestled close to her neckline. Their bodies fit snuggly together as one while Ransom began rocking them back and forth gently in a soothing motion to the tune playing on his phone in the background. "Please, Y/N... dance with me."

The pleading note to Ransom’s tone broke any resistance she might have mustered previously as she reluctantly relinquished control of her senses and melted into his embrace without hesitation as his essence and scent that surrounded her engulfed entirely her. “Ok. Fine!” she relented before she fell backwards into his arms, allowing the warmth of the fire to envelop her body and fill it with pure bliss.

He grinned triumphantly, knowing he would always get his way when it came to matters involving her, and she enjoyed giving him what he desired most every single time because it always ended with her pleasure as well.

After a while, she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Seriously. What’s with you tonight?” she asked, smiling widely. “I’m not sure, baby,” He murmured. “Maybe something to do with being buried in those leaves earlier and then sitting here watching this stupid old Halloween movie... Is it really that bad?”

“You mean the movie we chose because you hate slashers?”

“I didn’t say it was a horror film, per se. I just think that most movies are boring as shit. If they have a plot line that involves the characters running around chasing each other, killing themselves off one at a time until someone saves the day, and then living happily ever after for the rest of their lives. Then they aren’t interesting at all.”

“Really, Ransom? That’s how you define good entertainment these days?” Y/N quipped sarcastically.

“Shut up! It’s your turn to be entertained tonight, not me,” Ransom teased before bringing his face close to her ear. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

She gave him a playful pout before pulling away. “Nope. I think I’m too tired.”

He chuckled lightly, “Liar.”

They stared at one another for a moment until they burst out laughing loudly at the same time before plopping back onto the couch, embracing each other tightly. “What? Someone’s gotta keep you in check. And I think I spoil you too much.” She giggled again, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“And how do you propose to do that?” he questioned with genuine curiosity lacing his tone of voice while placing kisses all across her face repeatedly as he trailed down to her neck. He traced her earlobe slowly. “I don’t know.” she moaned softly, “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’m just gonna enjoy my time with you tonight. That’s all.”

Ransom hummed approvingly as he continued planting tender kisses down her throat.

After he was done placing sweet kisses on his girlfriend, he looked up and smirked. “Well, that works for me. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

She laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around Ransom’s waist and rested her head against his chest. He smiled in response and placed a kiss atop her forehead before getting up, walking them both up the stairs and into their bedroom. She let her hand slide up his back gently, rubbing it affectionately. “I love you,” she whispered softly.

“I love you too, baby,” Ransom replied with a smile.

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Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain strong language, explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers, and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note that this is purely fiction writing. I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you like this story or not.

If you find any grammar errors, please let me know.

Link to the Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/915620587-your-ghost-chapter-3

EVELYN:

Ransom kisses me. Hard. I am completely caught off guard. I try to say his name, but the sound that comes out of my mouth is a muffle instead. Ransom pins me against the door and I hear a click. Did he just lock the door? Ransom takes my hands in each of his and slides my arms above my head. His knee pushes right between my legs...right there so I cannot kick him.

I know what he is doing. He is trying to stop me from escaping out of his grasp. I curse, but again, my voice is muffled by Ransom kissing me. I used to love kissing Ransom. Believe me. I loved it. His lips are soft and they fit perfectly with mine. Whenever I kissed him I would feel safe.

Now all I feel from his kiss is possessiveness, anger and frustration. I try to pull away from Ransom, but the more I push away, the more he tightens his grip on me.

"Stop fighting." Ransom says between kissing me, "You won't win the fight."

I try to speak but Ransom kisses me harder and forces his tongue in my mouth. Once his tongue is in my mouth, I knew that I am going to give in. I try to push Ransom away, but I have lost my train of thought. My legs start to shake and if Ransom was not holding me up, I would have fallen right onto the ground.

"I got you Eve." Ransom quickly says.

Before I can do anything, I am suddenly picked up- his hands are right on my butt – and he lays me on the bed.

Ransom quickly takes off his trench coat and within seconds...he is towering over me.

I look straight into his eyes. Those angel blue eyes. He smirks...he knows I am falling under his spell again. Before I can look away, Ransom places his lips over mine. He takes both of my hands into his and his legs are on either side of my legs – making sure I don't escape. I want to leave this room, but I cannot fight the feeling that is building up inside me and it feels so good.

"I have missed you." Ransom whispers as he takes both of my hands into his one hand while his other hand caresses my cheek. His touch feels welcoming and so good. I close my eyes to try and steady my breathing. He knows that I am going to fully give in. Ransom places his finger on my bottom lip and my body jerks.

I can hear him laughing softly. He kisses me on the corner of my mouth.

"Stop...Ransom stop...." My voice is barely a whisper. I need to stop this before I go any further. I cannot be a victim to his ways – again!

Ransom trails his lips to my neck. "I didn't hear a please." His cocky attitude is back again. I must admit I used to love it, but right now, I cannot take it.

Ransom kisses my neck and I moan. Ransom laughs. "I have also missed this." His free hand is on my chest and his hand slowly moves to my breast. The moment his hand is directly on my breast, I moan.

"I have missed that moan." He adds as he squeezes my breast again. I moan even louder.

I shut my eyes. As much as I am enjoying this, I have to stop this. Right now! Before this goes any further.

Ransom moves his hand to under my shirt and he squeezes my breast. I wince.

"Stop....Please stop Ransom..." My voice is barely audible.

Ransom continues to kiss my neck. He lifts my bra above my breast so that his hand is directly on my breast.

"So you are over me are you?" Ransom taunts.

My breathing quickens. I know if this goes any further now, I am going to lose my self-respect. What this man does to me.

I can feel his teeth on my neck. I know what he is doing.

"Ransom stop!" I scream.

Just then there is a knock on the door. Ransom sits up and his grip around my hands loosens. Now is my chance.

In one swift motion, I open my eyes and sit up, I push Ransom off me – who falls on the ground – and I jump to unlock the door.

It's Fran. Shit! I close the door just enough so that she can only see me.

Fran's eyes dart around me to see if she can peak inside, but I block her view.

"Harlan wishes to see you." Fran bluntly says.

I look behind me to see that Ransom is sitting on the bed. I look back at Fran who I hope has not seen Ransom yet.

"I will be there shortly." I quickly say, plastering a smile on my face.

"He wishes to see you now." Fran drags out the last word. She frowns as she looks at my chest. I look down and see that my shirt is still rolled up – but thankfully she cannot see anything.

Fran raises a brow at me. "Let me just sort this out." I giggle and close the door. I place my head on the door and close my eyes.

"That was close." Ransom says.

I roll my eyes. "This was a mistake." I saw through gritted teeth.

I look in his direction, but avoid his eyes. "This cannot happen again." I straighten myself, but I curse because I pulled my top up in front of Ransom – who is locked onto my chest.

"You won't ever see them again." I sneer.

"We will see about that." Ransom smirks.

I groan and open the door, to see that Fran is still standing outside. I walk out and close the door as quickly as I can.

"Can you please show me where Harlan is?" I asked Fran.

Fran turns on her heel and walks me back to where Harlan's study is.

I walk inside the study, but there is no one inside. "Where is –"

"Mr. Thrombey is outside." Fran says in an irritated tone.

I turn to face her, and she points to the open door leading to outside.

I thank Fran – who marches off – and I walk outside to see Harlan is witting on a bench, looking into the distance.

"Mr. Thr – I mean Harlan. Fran told me you wanted to see me." I mention.

Harlan looks at me and smiles. "Yes I did. Please...sit." He gestures for me to site next to him.

I look into the distance just Harlan did. The sun is nearly gone.

"I am happy that you have changed your mind about staying here." Harlan smiles sweetly at me. I smile back. Well I would have left...but your grandson held me back - literally. I want to tell Harlan that, but I decide a different approach.

"You asked me so kindly. So could I say no?" I look back to where the sun is nearly gone.

Harlan laughs softly. "Listen Evelyn, I wanted to ask you if you wouldn't mind staying for dinner?" He asks.

I gulp. I don't want to stay. Especially if Ransom is here. I fear of what I might do if I stay around him.

"That is very kind Harlan, but I must get home. It is getting dark and I have to feed Sheila." I decline his offer.

"Don't be silly Evelyn. You cannot drive back in the darkness, especially on your own. Besides, you can bring Sheila here."

I raise my brows. "You are aware that Sheila is a dog right?"

"Yes I do. I know you have a dog. I can remember when you and Ransom brought her at Christmas time." Harlan places his arm around me, "I may be old, but I am not senile." Harlan laughs.

I force a giggle out. "Still though, I cannot bring her here. Also, why would I need to?"

"Well you are staying for dinner. It is going to be dark outside and I prefer for you to stay here for the night. Simple as that. Besides, I am sure that Ransom would love it if you stayed."

I almost gag when Harlan mentions Ransom's name. Sure...Ransom would love it. Yeah, love to taunt me while I am here.

I face Harlan. I open my mouth, but he speaks before me. "One night." I close my mouth and frown.

"One night is all I ask for. You have the guest bedroom and I can guarantee that no one is going to disturb you." He smiles.

"Everyone you say? Are you sure?" I tease.

Harlan laughs as he places his hands over mine. "I know Ransom can be –"

"Pushy? Rude? An asshole?"

"I was going to say difficult." Harlan's eyes narrow.

"Oh sorry." I look into the distance.

"Anyway, I know Ransom is a pain –"

"Pain in the neck? Pain in the ass? Sorry" I interrupt again.

Harlan sighs. "I was going to say a pain sometimes, but you need not worry about him as much. He won't stay in this house."

"He might." I blurt. I can picture Ransom creeping into the bedroom during the night, crawling under the duvet. I shudder at the thought. I cannot be a victim to his ways again.

"He prefers his own place. In any case, most of the rooms will be filled."

I nod. Harlan is right about Ransom. Ransom does prefer to be in his own house. I can remember after our visits to Harlan, Ransom would decline Harlan's offer to stay in the house. It's probably because Ransom didn't want anyone to hear us. I shudder at that thought and curse to myself for even thinking about that. I know Ransom only visited Harlan when he wanted something, or when he showed up to the house unannounced, just to cause a scene in front of his family...

Hang on! As if my self-conscious slaps me, I realize what Harlan just said.

"Wait a minute. Did you just say that most of the rooms will be filled? Does...Does that mean..."

I hear a car speeding up into the driveway. It's Linda and Richard. Shit!!

"My family is coming for dinner tonight." Harlan clarifies for me.

Shit! Shit! SHIT! The whole family plus Ransom! My breathing quickens.

"I need to get some air." Realizing what I just said, I clarify. "I need to be alone for now. I have to make a call quickly." I stand up and Harlan grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"You will be okay." He smiles. I nod and race back to his office, where I left my bag.

As I enter the house, I see Ransom – who has his trench coat on again – walking toward me. I walk past him, but he grabs my arm.

"Ouch! Ransom! Let me –"

"We are not done talking." Ransom says in an undertone.

I glare at him, but not in those eyes. "Let. Me. Go!" I say through gritted teeth.

Ransom pulls me closer. "Watch your tone with me" He warns.

I roll my eyes.

"Do not roll your eyes at me. You know what I am like when you roll your eyes."

My legs almost give way, but I stand my ground.

"Since when can you tell me what to do?" I question.

Ransom looks around. I quickly pull my arm away and run into Harlan's office.

I grab my phone to call my neighbor. I hear a click and turn to see that the door has been locked by Ransom...again!

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in September. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

💧💗🔥 Secret Door (series) by @buckyownsmylife

😈🔥 A Stranger Arrives by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 Rained Out by @mindingmyownbusiness

💧💗 Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

🔥 Dirty Little Secret by @vellicore

💗 Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Hypothetically Speaking by @littleseasiren

🔥 Distracted by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💗 Screen Lesson by @vilentia

💗 Post apocalyptic Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗🔥 Replace Me by @fandoms-writings

💗🔥 Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

🔥 Impure Thoughts Part One | Part Two by @samodivaa

💗 Imagine calling Bucky while he’s at work by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Steve Rogers

💗 Tall and Two Sugars by @sarahghetti

💗 The Moment He Knew by @/sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

💧💗 He Comes Back by @imtryingbuck

💧💗 Handsome Stranger by @/lives-in-midgard

🔥 Can’t Wait That Long by @worksby-d

Sam Wilson

🔥 Touch Me by @galatially

💗 Contentment by @/fluffyprettykitty

💧💗 Don’t Tell My Boyfriend, It’s Not What He’s Made For by @wwilsonbarness

🔥💗 Dancing’s When I Think of You by @targaryenvampireslayer

💗 You and I Were Fireworks by @feelmyskinonyourskin

💧💗 Desperately Seeking Sam by @onceuponastory

Joaquin Torres

🔥 Inexperienced Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 Mixup by @blackbat05

Peter Parker

💧💗 Shaken (Not Stirred) by @cocoamoonmalfoy

Joel Miller

💗 Dancin’ in the Dark by @jobean12-blog

💗 Fall In Love by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Late Night Movie by @holacia3

💗 Date Night by @/holacia3

Multiple Characters

💧💗 Sleep Deprivation by @brandycranby [Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen & Ransom Drysdale]

💧💗 Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters by @angelltheninth [Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker]

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