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Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale One Shot

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

Written: July 6, 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! I—"

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

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

"So what! We can—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Britt..."

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

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

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

Night Before The Wedding...

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

"Can I come in?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wedding day...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ransom! Make her leave!"

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

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

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

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

"Ransom!"

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

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

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

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

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Don't Die Easy

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Rosalie Coleman (OC)

Plot: Ransom breaks her heart. Andy picks up the pieces.

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of divorce, angst with a happy ending, swearing

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Rosalie sat alone on the bench, tear tracks drying on her cheeks. A ragged sigh then a sniffle. The young woman looked across to the boats in the harbor. Today was the day. It was growing closer to the hour. It was the time that the man she had professed to love despite his erratic scheming would get married. But not to her. Her shoulders dropped and she tried to remember when he had been kind to her. With a sad gulp, she stared across the bay and wiped a tear from her cheek.

~~

“You okay?”

Rosalie Coleman looked up from her blanket to find a handsome stranger looking down at her. She smiled at him, “I’m fine. I was just taking a bit of a nap.”

The young man cocked an eyebrow, “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

She sat up, “It’s alright. I needed to wake up anyhow.”

He motioned to an empty spot on her blanket, “Mind if I join you?”

Rosalie nodded, “Sure.”

The guy plopped down, “I’m Ransom. Ransom Drysdale. And you are?”

“I’m Rosalie.”

~~

Looking down at her watch, Rosalie watched the seconds tick by. She knew that every second brought her closer to being alone. Children played behind her. People shouted. The squeaking of an ice cream cart’s wheels didn’t even faze her. Her heart was breaking too much for her to care.

~~~

“I don’t understand!! HELP me understand!” Rosalie roared at her boyfriend of two years.

Ransom slammed his hand on the table, “I have to do this to secure the company’s future. You wouldn’t know anything about the politics of accounting firms and buyouts and mergers. You are too stupid to get it.”

“Wow. Just wow.” Tears pricked the corners of Rosalie’s eyes, “You really are an asshole, you know that?”

“It’s just good business. I swear. We don’t even know if the merger will be successful but it would help things if I was with her. Honey, it isn’t personal. I swear. I don’t even know the girl.”

“And yet you agreed to be with her to help a merger? You keep saying you don’t know her but I have spotted the two of you out for dates repeatedly over the last three weeks. You looked pretty comfortable with her when I saw you.”

Her boyfriend sneered, “As if you would understand what it means to be comfortable in a relationship.”

“Oh my God! Seriously Hugh? I have given everything up for you. My friends, my career, my hobbies. I wanted you to be happy so I sacrificed. And now you accuse me of not being comfortable in a relationship?”

He slammed his bag against the wall making her jump, “Rosalie, you need to grow up! I never asked you to do all that!”

“You’re right. You didn’t. I did it because I LOVED YOU! I was stupid to think maybe you loved me too.”

“I DO LOVE YOU!” Ransom roared, “I will come back to you. I swear. Maybe in a couple of years, I will divorce the girl and we can be together.”

The tears flowed down Rosalie’s cheeks freely now, “Divorce? So you are going to marry her?”

Ransom’s shoulders dropped, “Yeah. We’re getting married in three months. I am sorry, Rosie. Truly I am. Can you promise to wait for me?”

But Rosalie looked out the window and didn’t respond.

~~

The alarm on her phone went off and Rosalie broke down on the bench. Through her sobs, she felt her heart completely shatter. The paper in her lap was stained with her tears. A loud wail burst through her lips. He was gone. She had lost.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” A strange voice floated to her ears.

The young woman hastily wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve and turned to the newcomer. He was very handsome with blue eyes filled with concern. He was also tentatively perched on the edge of the bench. His eyes questioned if it was okay for him to come closer. Rosalie tried to find her voice but it was gone.

He offered her a handkerchief, “Here. You can use this.”

Rosalie took it with a sad twitch of the mouth. The man was extremely attractive. His hair was a fluffy brown and his beard was well-groomed. She noted that he had no ring on his finger and wondered to herself how someone like him could be unmarried. He wore a dark gray tee with a dark leather jacket over it and well-fitted jeans.

The man addressed her again, “Do you mind if I join you?”

Rosalie spoke softly, “Sure.”

He slid onto the bench, “I used to like to come here with my family. That was before my wife left me. I guess she’s my ex-wife now. Divorce was finalized two weeks ago. Today was the first day I was brave enough to venture out here. My boy decided he wanted to go with her. I can’t blame him. I guess he thought I wasn’t good enough and he wanted to be somewhere with my wife’s, now my ex-wife’s, lover as his father instead because he was richer than I was.”

She sniffled, “I’m so sorry.”

He smiled gently at her, “You lost someone too, huh?”

She nodded, “Yeah. My ex-boyfriend. He dumped me so he could marry the daughter of a businessman in order to secure a merger between their companies.”

“His loss.”

“Not really,” Rosalie replied, “She’s much prettier than I am.”

He looked at her with tenderness, “Oh, I doubt that. You are very beautiful. You just need someone to help you dust the dirt off of you and help you shine again. I think we both do.”

Rosalie sighed, “Someone like you?”

He shrugged then smiled at her and extended his hand, “Maybe. I’m Andy by the way. Andy Barber.”

For the first time in months, Rosalie felt herself smile, “Nice to meet you Andy Barber. I’m Rosalie Coleman.”

Andy’s smile broadened, “Rosalie. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. What do you say we get out of here, Rosalie? I know a great little Italian place down the street where we can drink our problems away.”

She took his hand as he stood up, and let out a small laugh, “That sounds nice.”

~~

Across the path, he stood there watching sinful and sorry.

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Entangled In Him

✨Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x OC! Orianna Wolfe

✨Summary: Orianna and Ransom had an unconventional start to their relationship. Despite this, they still stuck through, pushing past their rough beginnings, Ransom's family, and Orianna’s. They have done things they're not proud of, and their relationship is far from perfect, but she and Ransom know they’ll make it. They don’t know how far it will be tested when Ransom’s grandfather commits suicide the night of his birthday party. 

✨Warnings: Bullying, an attempt at manipulation, angst

✨W/C: 2.6k 

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Chapter One: How We Started

I take a breath looking up at the building in front of me, Ryder Springs Private Academy. I worked my ass off to ensure I could attend this school and not one of the public schools. It feels good to see the fruits of my labor. This school is my ticket to the start of a better life; I'll make every minute count.

I tighten my grip on my backpack, straighten the skirt of my uniform, and head inside. I hold back my awe at the grandiose entryway. There's a big, plush, red carpet lining the hallway and a staircase to one side. Everything looks expensive and fancy—definitely something I need to get used to.

Some students walk the halls, all wearing the same uniform as I am. Black flats with stockings, a deep blue skirt that goes to the knees, a white blouse, and a tie with the school's crest on it for the girls. Black dress shoes, deep blue pants, a white dress shirt, and the same tie for the boys.

“Hey!” I jump a little as a loud, high-pitched voice breaks me out of my gawking state. Turning, I see a girl my age with dark skin, dreads falling from her head, and a braces-filled smile on her face. “You're the new girl, right? My name is Rio. I'm part of the welcoming committee.” She cheerfully holds her hand out to me.

This girl exudes bubbly happiness. It's nearly overwhelming. How can someone be this happy in high school? 

“Yeah, that's me. My name is Orianna.” I shake her hand with a small smile of my own.

“Your name is so pretty! How did your parents think of that?” Rio gushes.

“My mom told me I'm named after my great-grandmother. Your name is pretty too. How did you get yours?” I hum, toying with my backpack strap.

“I was born in Rio; my parents aren't very creative.” Rio laughs. “So, since it's your first day, I was tasked with showing you around and getting you settled before your homeroom begins. Do you have your schedule?”

“Oh, yeah, I do.” I pull the schedule out of my pocket; I was so happy when I saw the skirt had pockets.

I hold it out to her, and she reads it for a moment. “Oh, awesome! We have 6th-period lunch together. Wanna eat with me then?”

“Sure! That sounds great!” I nod with a grin. I know she's just being nice since she's part of the welcoming committee, but maybe I could get to know her and become friends.

“Wonderful! I'll guide you to your locker, then show you around.” Rio hooks her elbow in mine, and we head off into the school.

During my tour, I got to know Rio more; she loves animals and science and hopes to go into conservation. The complete opposite of myself, who loves to write, read, and hopes to become an editor. Rio's parents are prominent advocates against deforestation. They are often in other countries working to replant the forests that have been taken down over the years—leaving her to live with her Grandmother most of the time here in Boston. We had to part ways when the bell rang; after that, it was like any other school day.

Any other school day if you add in stuck-up private school kids. When I got to homeroom, I chose a seat near the front. I hum as I pull out my notebooks and pens, ignoring all the desks with laptops on them surrounding me. I begin writing little notes when I feel someone jabbing at my shoulder. Turning around, I spot a girl with black hair and jade eyes slyly grinning at me, her eyes roaming over my uniform for a moment. 

“Yes?” I raise a brow when she doesn’t say anything after a moment. 

“Aren’t you the girl that got in on the Thrombey writing scholarship?” The girl asks, fiddling with one of those stupidly gaudy pens with a pom-pom on top. 

“Yeah, and?” I prompt again, wondering where this is going. I don’t like the way she’s looking at me. Like she’s trying to find my insecurities to tear out, it seems like I met my first private school prep. 

“Must be embarrassing, having to come here with just the money from some rich old guy. How did you manage to land that? You sleep with him?” The girl grins conspicuously at me and leans closer. My jaw drops, and my face twists into that disgust. Other girls around her lean close, and I realize what’s happening.  

These absolute bitches. 

After taking a moment to compose myself, I give them my grin and lean forward. “You really wanna know?” I murmur as quietly as I can. They all eagerly nod, especially the main bitch that started this. 

“It’s called dedication and hard work. Something you assholes will never learn. Because you’re nothing but spoiled bitches that will get everything handed to you until the day you die. Now, I suggest you leave me alone before I show you what someone of ‘my standing’ is willing to do to protect myself.” I blow them all a kiss, and the girl’s expressions change to horror or hatred. 

The head bitch goes to bark something back, but I turn around and ignore her. Girls like that aren’t worth my time. Soon the teacher walks in and begins class on economics. Despite his presence, I still hear the girls whispering to get my attention. 

“Scholarship. Hey, Scholarship. Scholarship!” 

Those girls weren’t the only ones to cause me problems and call me that name throughout the day. It’s like they all somehow immediately knew who I am, my status, everything. I must be the only one here on scholarship. That has to be the reason. It was all so annoying, and I had to keep myself in check on more than one occasion. I don’t want to make any more enemies today. I don’t think I could handle any more drama. 

I let out a little sigh as I walked into the school's dining hall. Lunch tables scatter the area, most of them already packed. Thankfully I don't hear all the chatter thanks to my earbuds blaring a true crime podcast into my ears instead. I move to the lunch line, going through the motions of grabbing food. Today it's mac n cheese, fruit, and juice. Honestly, I was expecting something a little fancier from this place, but I'm not complaining. A good, hot meal without me having to cook? I'll take it.

I glance around before finally seeing Rio waving frantically, trying to catch my attention. I laugh at her dramatics and make my way over. I focus on my podcast as I walk, ‘...the body was found at the bottom of the steps of the man stalking her for days prior.’   

I get entrapped in the story, almost to the table, when someone suddenly backs up right in front of me. 

“Shit!” I gasp. I attempt to catch myself as my feet hit their ankles, but it's too late. 

My precious mac' n cheese goes right on the person's shirt. They shout something incoherent as I land flat on my face. My head spins a bit from the impact on the floor; carefully, I reach up to check if I broke the skin on my forehead. When I don't feel the blood stickiness, I sigh in relief, only to pause when the laughter begins. The flush of embarrassment immediately makes its way to my cheeks. It's just my luck that I made a fool of myself on the first day.

“Clumsy little bitch.” I hear the person I dumped my food on growl. I scowl at their words and manage to push myself up to my knees. I go to bark back my insult but stop short.

Holy shit, the guy is hot. He glares down at me with icy blue eyes. His dirty blonde hair pushed back on his head. His tie is undone, and a couple of his shirt buttons give the classic 'schools rebel' vibe. Lowering my eyes slightly, I cringe at the enormous yellow stain on his shirt from where my food landed.

He suddenly smirks at me; shit, how long have I been staring at him? “Hit your head too hard? Or are you just checking me out?”

I flush at his words but quickly glare, remembering what he called me. “You fucking wish. Why don't you watch where you're going next time?” I feel a hand on my arm and smile, seeing Rio helping me to my feet.

“I should be saying that to you, scholarship. You ruined my shirt; it probably costs more than whatever hole you live in.” The guy bites out with venom dripping in his tone.

I grunt hearing that little nickname. This guy isn't the first person to have called me that today. I'm tired of being looked down on for getting a little help. 

“Do I look like I give a fuck? No. I'm sure your ass can afford to get a new one.” I bare my teeth at him, showing him I won't back down or be ridiculed.

“Ransom, just leave her alone, okay? It wasn't even her fault. Your friend pushed you into her.” Rio murmurs, looking everywhere but him. Does this guy make her nervous? Yeah, he's bigger than the two of us, but he's not scary in the slightest, at least not to me. It takes a lot to scare me.

“My fault, huh? You're really brave to accuse me like that, loner freak.” Ransom shoots his glare over to Rio.

I step in front of Rio, blocking her from his view. “She's not accusing you. She's stating what she saw. Look, I'm sorry for ruining your precious shirt. Now can we move along and get back to lunch? I'm personally rather hungry, and we're losing precious minutes of our free time by arguing over something stupid.”

“Awe, you're hungry, scholarship? Are you so poor that you're not getting enough food at home? Poor thing.” Ransom cooes in a false, overly sweet tone. I roll my eyes, refusing to take his bait, and argue back at him. He chuckles when I say nothing, “Fine, I'll let you run off and finish your lunch, but this isn't over. I want compensation for my shirt.” He wiggles his fingers at me as he struts off with his laughing buddies, “see you later, Scholarship.” I stand there, glaring daggers into his back as Rio tries to pull me away from the scene. 

“Orianna, this isn't good. He's the school's trouble kid.” She murmurs when we get over to the table she was sitting at earlier.

“And? I'm not going to let his reputation scare me. He seems to be all bark and no bite.” I scoff. I've met his type a hundred times over. They all think they're big shit until someone pushes back.

“Ori, he's known for getting girls and guys alike to bend at his will. He knows how to manipulate and get his way. I've seen it happen...” Rio looks down with sadness clouding her eyes.

My concern immediately grows, “Rio, did he do something to you?”

Rio immediately shakes her head, “Not me, my ex-girlfriend. He liked her for a while, but she refused him in front of many people and then dated me. I don't know how Ransom did it, but he convinced her to break up with me and get with him. Then he broke up with her in front of the whole school during one of the assemblies. She was so humiliated she moved schools.”

“What a fucking horrible thing to do,” I shake my head a bit. People are horrible. Who would go through all that trouble just to make someone hurt? “Don't worry, I won't let him get to me. Believe me. I've dealt with some fucked up people in my time. I think I can handle a pretentious shitwad like him.”

Rio sends me a small smile, “I hope you're right, Orianna; you seem so nice. You don't deserve to be hurt by him.”

“Thanks, Rio.” I give her a soft smile, and she offers me half her tuna sandwich since I lost my lunch. I grin and happily eat with my new friend.

By the end of the day, I'm feeling the first day of school wear out. If today is just a glimpse of what the year will bring for me, I'm so screwed. Thankfully, I'm a junior, so I only have to deal with this hell for two years instead of four. Then it's off to the bliss of a college education with mature adults, not children like these assholes.

I shut my locker and head out of school, thinking about everything I would need to grab at the market for dinner. I fumble with my bike lock for a moment when I hear the voice from earlier that makes me want to grind my teeth. 

“Scholarship!” Ransom yells as he walks over, his friends all laughing a few feet away.

“Hell no, not today,” I mutter under my breath and quickly put in the combination. Quickly tossing on my helmet, I swing my leg over my bike, only for Ransom to grab the handlebar at the last moment.

“Where are you going? Didn't you hear me calling for you?” He frowns down at me, and I roll my eyes.

“Oh, no, I heard. I'm just choosing to ignore you, now hands-off.” I swat at Ransom's hands, and his frown morphs into a scowl.

“You might want to be a little nicer to me, scholarship. I did some digging and saw you got in here purely on the Harlan Thrombey young writers award.” Ransom's scowl turns into a sadistic smirk.

My stomach turns at the sight, but I push away my unease. “And? What about it?” I glance at my watch and wince, “look, can we hurry this up? I got places to be.”

“Well, here's the deal, scholarship.” Ransom lets go of my bike and steps away from me, confidence coming from every pore on him. “Harlan Thrombey is my grandfather.”

“Congratulations?” I stare at him, confused, as I ready myself to ride off again.

Ransom scoffs at me, “Do you know what that means? It means I could have him pull your funding if I wanted to. So, you have to do what I say and when I say it.”

I snicker under my breath, attempting to control the laughter bubbling inside me. Is this asshole serious? He's hilarious! The dam breaks, and I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach.

“What's so funny?! Don't you realize the mess you're in?!” Ransom demands, looking at me incredulously.

“What mess? I'm not scared. I earned that scholarship by proving my worth and hard work. If your grandpa is dumb enough to listen to you and pull my funding, so be it. I'll find somewhere else to go or work my ass off in the public school. I don't have to do shit for you!” I push off on my bike and start heading to the market.

“You still owe me compensation for my shirt!” Ransom yells at me as I ride off.

“MHM, SURE!” I flip him the bird and continue, not even bothering to listen to whatever intelligent come back he thinks off. The spoiled little rich boy really thought he had me cornered. I'm a lot smarter than that, though. A lot smarter than him too. 

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summary | ransom drysdale is the last person anyone would suspect to be a doting father. but when a paternity test reveals his relation to four year old georgia pine, the man finds himself turning into quite the softie for the peculiar little girl who’s been in such desperate need of his love and care.

characters | soft!dad!ransom drysdale, georgia pine (original character)

warnings | mature themes related to child abuse/neglect, ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). loss(mother) and gain(father) of custody. unknown/secret child trope. soft!ransom, soft!dad!ransom. lots of hurt/comfort.

As soon as Georgia’s wide eyes land on the two plates of food sitting on the kitchen counter, her legs freeze beneath her, startling Ransom as the little girl comes to a halt. Following her gaze to the steaming meal, the man frowns, now remembering the problems the child seems to face whenever offered food. Bottom lip trembling, Georgia swallows, the lump in her throat so big that Ransom can hear as she tries to make it disappear.

Turning back to face the anxiety-stricken girl, Ransom explains evenly, “I made us a nice breakfast. There’s eggs, toast, and sausage. You can have milk if you like, or I have orange juice. I wasn’t sure which you’d prefer.”

Barely able to look up at him, Georgia stumbles over her words. “I… can’t, sir… not allowed… can only have scraps.”

With guilt rising in his chest, Ransom does his best to put on a gentle smile, shaking his head at the child’s distressing words. “In this house, Georgia, you’re allowed to eat whatever you want. There’s plenty of food for the both of us, both in the fridge and in the cabinets. Scraps aren’t enough, sweetheart; you need real food to make you healthy and strong.” Though his words are meant to soothe the little one’s fears, Ransom frowns as he sees they’ve instead only worsened her state of panic. “Hey,” he hums, lowering himself to the ground to get even with the girl. “It’s alright, I know this must be scary. We’ll take things slow; it’s okay to have an adjusting period. How can I help you feel safer?”

Gulping again, Georgia attempts to blink back the tears in her eyes. “Sh-shred it up again? Maybe… won’t get in trouble that way.”

Nodding, Ransom agrees. “Alright, sweetheart. I can do that for you, but I want you to know that even if you ate the food just as it is, there would be no getting in trouble for you. You’re never going to be in trouble with me, alright? If something comes up, all we’ll do is talk about it. But I won’t ever discipline you like you were before; what happened to you was cruel and wrong.”

Georgia blinks, not seeming to know how to answer Ransom’s truthful words. Understanding, the man returns to his feet, letting go of the little girl’s hand as he makes his way over to the counter. “Y’know, guess it isn’t such a bad idea to cut this all up and throw it together,” he tries to lighten the mood as he prepares the food to the child’s preference, trying to make it look like a nice breakfast mash on the plate. Pausing for a moment, Ransom asks, “Is it alright with you if I shred mine up, too? Looks yummy this way!” he comments.

Looking up at him with wide eyes, Georgia surprises Ransom by nodding, a tiny hint of wonder shimmering in her gaze. Smiling down at her, the man grabs the food, carrying it to the table before pausing again. “Would you like to sit up at the table, sweetheart? It’s okay if you’d prefer the floor again, too. Just wanna do whatever’s most comfortable for you.”

Padding her socked feet over softly to stand at Ransom’s side, Georgia requests politely, “Floor… please? Can’t sit up there, not allowed.”

“Well sure you’re allowed, honey, but if you’d feel better sitting on the rug, of course we can. Would it be okay for me to sit down here with you?” Ransom asks as he folds his legs under him, setting the plates down on the woven fabric as he turns back to look at the child beside him. Eyes still wide, Georgia nods, as if she was completely expecting to have to sit through another meal at the man’s feet. “Great, thank you,” Ransom says with a smile as he gets back on his feet, “I’d much rather sit with you and keep you company instead of being all by myself. Now which would you like, sweetheart, some milk or some orange juice?”

“I- just… w-water?” Georgia questions, a look of uncertainty unfolding on her tender face.

“Sure thing, kiddo. You want ice in there?” Making sure to keep his expression friendly as she politely shakes her head, Ransom nods, going into an overhead cabinet and searching around. “Let’s see… the normal ones might be a little heavy for you,” he thinks aloud, grinning when his eyes land on a set of floral patterned paper cups. Grabbing one for the child, he walks to the sink, filling it a little more than half-way before grabbing his own drink, a glass of milk that’s been sitting out since the man prepared the meal.

“This look okay?” Ransom asks as he returns to their spot on the rug, handing the little girl the cup. “We can get you some fun cups when we go out shopping later, but for now, I bet this’ll be much easier than my big clunky glasses.”

“Y-yes, thank you,” little Georgia stutters, big eyes admiring the pretty flowers covering the cup.

“You like the design? I bet we can find all sorts of cool patterns at the store. Maybe even some Disney ones!”

“D-Disney?” the girl repeats as the pair take a seat on the rug, slowly beginning to eat their meal together.

“That’s the kind of movie you were watching last night,” Ransom tells her as he chews a bite of egg. “It’s called The Little Mermaid, it’s one of the best.”

“Mer-maid,” Georgia says slowly, a small smile forming on her face as she takes a bite of her own food. “So cool! Sings so pretty, too,” the little girl beams.

“That’s right, she is cool, isn’t she? And that voice, wish I could sing like that. Her name’s Ariel, by the way,” Ransom informs the child, an adoring smile crossing his face as he watches Georgia almost bouncing in her seat with delight.

“Ariel!” Georgia cheers, and as she thumps her foot excitedly while taking her next bite, for a moment, Ransom feels as if he’s in a way meeting his daughter for the first time in his life. For a split second, all of her fears and cares have disappeared; the walls she was forced to build up so high to protect herself have come crumbling down, revealing just Georgia: untainted, untouched.

“-under the sea, under the sea!” the girl sings softly, bringing Ransom back from his trailing thoughts. Chuckling, Ransom takes a sip of his milk, sighing happily as he thinks to himself, boy, this can’t be good. Not even a day in and she’s already got me wrapped around her finger. Maybe we should look for an Ariel doll at the store.

“You wanna go shopping after breakfast, sweetheart?” Ransom asks, his heart aching a little to see the smile beginning to fade from Georgia’s shining face.

“I… b-but… don’t have any money,” the child opposes once again.

Shaking his head patiently, Ransom gently reminds her, “That’s alright, honey. You’re not expected to pay for anything, okay? Not a single thing while you’re here. Money and stuff like that is for grown-ups to worry about, yeah?” Frowning, Georgia doesn’t respond. “And if you’re gonna be here for the next few days, at least, then I think we’re gonna need a little bit more than just the car seat your social worker provided and the bag of shit from Meg.”

“Shit,” Georgia repeats innocently, eyes widening as Ransom fumbles to take back his words.

“I-I meant ‘stuff’, bag of stuff. Must’ve just- I just said it wrong,” he coughs, unable to keep from laughing slightly as the poor girl continues to look up at him obliviously. “Anyway, as I was saying, we can throw together a list before we go and just pick up the essentials for now, how’s that sound? There’s even an ice cream place on the way back. You have a favorite flavor?” he asks.

“Ice cream,” Georgia says, eyes now wider than ever before. “Never had it,” she admits, “but saw it once, maybe in a book.”

“Never had ice cream?” Ransom fakes shock, clasping his hand over his chest dramatically to earn a round of giggles from the little girl. “Well then, we must stop and get some. It’s one of the essentials, that’s for sure.”

“You’ve had it?” Georgia asks through a bite of her toast, causing Ransom to nod playfully.

“Maybe a few more times than medically advised, but yes, sweetheart. I’ve had ice cream. I think strawberry’s the best, though chocolate comes in a close second. The place we’ll stop at has a ton of flavors; they’ve got an entire board up with all the names and pictures. Don’t you worry, kiddo. We’re gonna make sure your first ice cream experience is nothing but the best.”

“Allowed to eat it, too?” Georgia asks softly, Ransom’s heart breaking at the thought of the child being bought such a special treat only to not be able to enjoy it.

“Of course you’re allowed to, silly,” the man assures her gently, locking eyes with her in hopes of showing her he means it. “You and me can eat it together; they’ve got a nice set of benches right outside, okay?”

“O-okay,” Georgia reluctantly agrees, surprising Ransom a little by smiling up at him softly. “Thank you, Mr. Ransom.”

“Just Ransom is fine, sweetheart,” he replies, trying to keep his voice from catching in his throat. “And it’s no problem, honey. Really, it’s my pleasure.”

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Say My Name - Ransom/OC Oneshot

Title: Say My Name

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Knives Out (Pre-Canon Events)

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Edging. Orgasm denial. Slight coercion.

Summary: She makes a mistake. Ransom changes their deal.

Notes: This came to being when @vixenofcourse asked for a story and I was listening to Mr. Brightside. It sort of got away from me hahaha. This is my first time writing Ransom. Unbeta-d like many of my smut oneshots.

It was only a kiss. 

That's it. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't anything more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye that went wrong. Thankfully her ride was already waiting for her and she could get in and go home without dealing with the teasing. At least not tonight.

She was bound to hear it tomorrow. In fact, she was surprised her phone wasn’t blowing up. Maybe it was. Did she ever take it off silent when she left work?

Whatever. She’d deal with it later. 

She thanked the driver and got out, heading for her building. She mentally went over the reactions she knew she was going to get. Elisha would make some cruel comment, out of jealousy as though she hadn’t been trying to hang off of him for years. Michael would say something crude, but probably more towards Ransom than her. Something about not coming with her. Others would demand information.  

The problem was Ransom himself. He was an asshole of epic proportions and despite their agreement, he was the one most likely to tease her about this, not kindly either. Ransom was malicious to everyone, always amused as though he was in on a joke no one else was. Of course, now she was…though she wasn’t sure it counted. They made a deal but this was the first trial. She was already regretting it.

It was bad enough that he kept making cracks and using the most ridiculous lines. How none of their friends had realized he was quoting romance movies astounded her. It was so obvious. Maybe that was the problem with the rich. They took things at face value. Then again, maybe not. Maybe they were all just surprised that Ransom claimed they were dating. Ransom didn’t date. Neither did she. So the two of them together must have been a sight. 

She pressed the button for the elevator and got on, pressing for her floor. She leaned back against the wall. She just wanted this night to be over. She wanted everyone to forget it ever happened but her chances of that were slim. Technically she shouldn’t. This would only help sell their relationship. The doors stopped and opened again before they managed to fully close. She wasn’t expecting Ransom to be standing on the other side. He stepped into the elevator and stared at her for a moment. 

“You really thought you could run after that?”

She sighed. “What? Did true love’s kiss break the spell that turned you into an asshole? Oh wait,” she gave him a pointed look. “It didn’t.”

He smirked. “You think you’re my true love?”

“You wish I was,” she replied. The doors opened and she moved past him. Ransom followed. “Weren’t you the one saying I had you at hello?” 

He grinned at that. She didn’t even have to look at him to know it. “I can’t have any fun?”

“I didn’t take you for someone who watched romcoms.”

“I had an ex,” he shrugged. He leaned on the wall next to her door. “It’s not my fault our friends are idiots.” 

She turned towards him. “Why are you here, Ransom?” 

He shifted slightly closer, giving her a small grin. “Maybe I came to finish what you started.”

“I didn’t start anything. You’re the one who moved.”

“We’re supposed to be in a relationship, you think I don’t kiss the girls I date?”

“You don’t date.”

“Guess I do now.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Go home.” 

“No.” His eyes roamed across her body for a second. “Let me in.”

She felt like tucking her keys back into her purse just to make sure he didn’t take them and open her door for her. He was absolutely the type to shove himself in whether he was wanted or not. “No,” she parroted back to him. 

His grin dropped. “You will.” He seemed content to stay there, leaning against the wall. She didn’t doubt that he was waiting though. Ransom was never the type to take rejection or even had any patience. 

“Ransom, our deal was that we’d fake being a couple for a few get-togethers, go to that event at your Club and get my family off of my back. That doesn’t include spending time with you away from it.” 

He tilted his head slightly. “You’re right.” He pushed himself off of the wall and faced her. Despite how much of an asshole he was, and how many people hated him, she never had a problem with Ransom. She didn’t know him well, but she didn’t stick around to deal with his shit either. 

He stepped closer and she moved back automatically. Her back hit the door. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” 

“Should I be?” She asked, looking up at him. 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved quickly, leaning down and cupping the back of her head as his mouth met hers. He pushed her back against the door, kissing her hard. He bit at her lip until she opened her mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. Her arm went around his neck without thinking, trying to pull him closer. 

He broke the kiss and smirked as she tried to regain her breath. “Open the door.”  

“No,” she breathed. 

He kissed her again. His hand moved, going to the back of her neck and his thumb pressed against her throat. Just enough for her to feel it. “Open it.” 

She didn’t answer. She turned her face away from him, trying to regain her thoughts. Ransom knew what he was doing. He knew how to kiss. 

“Let me in,” he said, brushing his mouth by her ear. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I’ll make it good.”

She dug her hand into his hair and gripped it, pulling him back. “You tell that to all your lovers?” 

He pressed his hips into hers, moving the hand not on her neck lower to her ass. “Only the ones worth it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. It was his sheer arrogance. She let go, putting her hands on his chest. He felt solid, especially as he refused to shift back away from her. “Ransom, move.”

“No.” He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing the skin and tilting her head a little more to gain more access. She couldn’t help but lean into it. “You’re gonna open the door and we’re gonna fuck.” 

“Making out in my hall doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep with you.”

“Sure, baby, but the way you’re kissing me, opening yourself up, does. So let me in and I’ll make it worth it.” 

“This isn’t part of the deal.”

“I’m altering the deal. Pray, I don’t alter it any further.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You motherfucker. Did you just quote Darth Vader to me?”  

“Let’s leave my mother out of this.” He kissed her again. “Open the door, sweetheart.” 

She considered her options. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t get anything out of it. She could tell him to leave, that the deal was off or she could let him in, hope he could get her off and if it all went south, turn the tables on him. It was easy for a man to call a woman a slut. They never expected the woman to agree and then tell everyone they were terrible in bed. Someone would believe it, if only to feel better about how much of an ass Ransom was. 

“Ugh, fine,” she shoved him back and turned to face the door. Ransom’s hands went to her hips, pressing himself against her back. 

“Knew you’d see it my way.” 

“Ransom, save your mouth for something useful before I change my mind.” She rolled her eyes and dug out her keys, trying to ignore the way his hands moved under her shirt. It took a few seconds, especially when Ransom’s mouth found her neck again before she managed to open the door. He ushered her in, kicking the door closed behind him. He paused as she moved to put down her purse and keys before bending to take off her heels. 

“This place is a dump.”

“We can’t all live in five-star hotels and million-dollar mansions.” She tucked her shoes against the wall and made her way to the bedroom, hoping he’d follow. It was best to find out if he actually lived up to his reputation sooner rather than later. Either way, she’d kick him out when she got tired of him. 

His hands went to her waist, turning her to face him again. Ransom pulled at her shirt, tugging it up over her head. He threw it aside, seeming to drink the sight of her in. His hands went to her waist, thumbs brushing at the underside of her bra. 

She pulled down the straps before reaching back and unclipping it. He pulled it off of her, letting it fall to the ground. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly before he kissed her again. 

She dug her hand into his hair. “Come on, Ransom,” she murmured against his lips. “Make this worth it.” 

He bent down slightly, one arm moving around her waist as he tightened his grip and lifted. He pressed her against the wall of her bedroom, shifting slightly to move an arm under her leg and lift her higher. She clung to his shoulder, wrapping a leg around him to try to hold herself up and make sure he wasn’t going to drop her. 

His mouth went to her chest, lips enclosing a nipple. Her head fell back against the wall, lost in the feeling of being weightless and having his tongue press flat before he sucked. He alternated between breasts before finally holding on to her tightly and moving away from the wall. She clung to him tighter but he didn’t let go, not until he was standing over her bed. He didn’t even drop her, just showcased his strength by lowering her slowly. The asshole. 

She sat up slightly, feeling as though she had been struck by lighting just from the initial attention. Not that she’d ever admit it. She watched as he pulled off the sweater and subsequent Henley he was wearing. He went to undo his jeans and looked at her. 

“Take off your pants,” he nodded towards her. She was tempted to say no. Just because. That would defeat the point though. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down, shimmying on the bed. Ransom stepped out of his pants that pooled at his feet and grabbed the end of her jeans and pulled, helping to yank them off. She almost went sliding across the bed towards him with them. 

He leaned over her, hands sliding up her thighs as he settled between her legs. His lips met hers, in a kiss that felt as though it was going to bruise. His mouth moved, trailing a path that felt like it left electricity in its wake. His hands moved from rolling her nipples between his fingers to squeezing her ass. It was as though he couldn’t get enough like he knew she was going to kick him out after this. 

He kissed her stomach before going lower, opening her legs wider and holding her in place with his hands on her thighs again. It felt like he was going to devour her. As self-centred as the man was, he knew exactly how to use his mouth and fingers. Every time she got close, as the pressure threatened to break, he’d slow down or pull back. She was going to kill him. 

He kept her in place as she squirmed, trying to gain more. 

“I swear to God,” she panted, trying to focus. He was trying to make her a mewling mess and she refused to let him torture her further. “Stop fucking around.”

“Thought you wanted that,” he asked, smirking at her. “You want to come, sweetheart? Beg me.”

“Fuck you.”

He ignored her, going back to continue to eat her out and refusing to let her break. She dug her hands into the sheets, trying to keep from crying out as he pulled back again. She was so close. 

Ransom was watching her as she tried to breathe. He pressed his thumb against her clit and she couldn’t help but shudder, trying to arch into it. “You're so close, aren’t you, baby?”

“That’s not my fucking name,” she snapped. “I’m not one of your random lays. You know my name. Use it.” 

He grinned slightly at her. “Beg me first.”

She glared. “If you can’t do me the basic courtesy of using my name then we’re done here.  Make a choice Ransom. It’s really simple.  Use my name, get some orgasms and everybody’s happy. Don’t…then fuck you. Get out of my house.” 

He moved his thumb in circles and her head fell back. She just wanted more. She reached down, ready to help herself out if he wouldn’t. He grabbed her hand and pinned it down. “Not yet.” He moved his thumb and pressed his fingers into her again. They slid with ease. “I want to hear you beg, Hannah.” 

Well, he accepted her terms. It was only fair, right? Besides, if he kept edging her like this, she was going to go insane. She didn’t want to end up killing the stupid heir to whatever book dynasty he was from. Not before they saw their deal through anyway. 

He did something like curl his fingers and she finally broke. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“If you don’t stop fucking around, you won’t have to worry about an inheritance because I’ll make sure you predecease your grandpa!  Give me my orgasms. Now.” She looked him dead in the eye as she reached down, pinched his nipple and twisted.

He blinked in shock and laughed slightly, hectic colour rose from his chest to his cheeks. “Like seeing you like this, but since you asked so sweetly, Hannah. Come for me.” He pressed his thumb back against her clit while curling his fingers and she was thrown from the precipice. Her orgasm hit harder than ever. 

It took her a few moments to recover, moments Ransom used to kiss up her belly, briefly pausing at her breasts, then made his way to her lips before he aligned his cock and pushed into her. The stretch was a mix of slight pain and pleasure as it extended the orgasm she was coming back from. She wrapped an arm around him, holding him to her as he fixed her leg to rest on his hip. 

“Worth it?” he asks, smirking down at her. 

“Is one all you’re good for?” she challenged and tried to clench around him. He groaned into her neck before finally moving. 

Her neighbours were going to complain. She didn’t care though. Not when she was focused on the way this felt. She dug her nails into Ransom’s back and yanked his hair when he slowed down teasingly. He accepted the warning and tightened his grip as his pace increased. She was half aware of him saying something but she didn't listen. The pressure built up again too fast. She was still too sensitive, too aware of everything from his edging that she broke around him again. He leaned down to kiss her between gasps and she bit his lip sharply as he kept going. 

Ransom paused only to adjust his position, shifting one of her legs to rest as his shoulder. She didn’t even know she was that flexible. She barely registered the way his pace increased, too easily built up and broken again until he pressed against her, finding his own release in her. Fuck. 

He didn’t move right away, kissing her again until she nearly forgot what the problem was and got used to the feeling of him inside her. He eventually moved back when she tapped his shoulder sharply, pulling out and leaving her feeling surprisingly empty. It took her a few moments before she got up. Her legs nearly gave out on her. She heard him laugh behind her and ignored it, flipping him off as she walked. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and threw a damp washcloth at Ransom. She climbed back into her bed. 

“You can go now.”  

He turned to face her, throwing the cloth he used towards her laundry basket. “That’s funny.”

“I’m serious.” 

“We’re not done,” he said. “Far from it.” 

“Don’t worry, Ransom. We still have our deal and you better be clean. If I catch something from you, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Worried about the wanna-be fiance?” he asked snidely. 

“Are you worried about your inheritance?” she shot back. He glared over at her and she simply smiled. 

“I have plans for that.” 

“Then go do them and leave me alone.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?” 

Her eyes narrowed at the tone. “Don’t fuck around, Ransom.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Yes, you would but I’d make you regret it.” 

He smirked at her, “Careful now, people will say we’re in love.”

She reached over, grabbed a pillow…and threw it at his face. “You wish.”

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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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Ok, I sat on this for a month because I do not self-promote. It is not at all my nature.

Fools Rush In but specifically This All Day -- This is the first Reader-fic I ever wrote, and it still holds up as the comfort story I always intended it to be.

The Root of All Ransom -- Talk about writing a character you are not!!! I got into the mind of a complete douchebag and even I'm stunned at how well it turned out.

Smells Like Team Spirit -- Again, this one was a stretch for me. Never written anything like this before or since. I think @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 said it best in one comment when describing it as a 'polyamory whose dynamics I can understand.' I also highly doubt I'd have managed to write this without practicing a new mindset in Root of All Ransom.

The Stark Legacy -- Look, I get that Tumblr or anyone is not big on Original Characters in fanfic, but this story is my baby. It's the fic that brought me back to fic and writing in general which brings me such joy. I forget that sometimes. I am also super proud of the breadth and complexity of this story; I blended comic and MCU canon (up until 2019 just before Endgame came out) to create an alternate universe where Tony Stark's kid becomes an accidental villain.

A Forced, Fresh Start from Autumn Is Healing -- Yes, it's angsty and a little dark, but I loved exploring the realistic side of existing like Bucky/'Winter' (and the female version of 'Autumn'). I had to think of a way to describe breaking that programming and how frustrating it would be on a human trying to be as normal as possible after such treatment. I am proud of the way this one turned out.

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State Of Grace - Ransom Drysdale Fic - Complete

**Flashback**

Grace enters the Thrombey house on Saturday afternoon, hearing everyone buzzing around where she is quickly greeted by Fran, the housekeeper.

"Grace! Ransom is in the back with his other friends."

Grace nodded, "thanks Fran." She sighed as she made her way to the backyard to see Ransom standing with a few of his male friends. She took a deep breath before approaching them, seeing them all eyeing her as if she was diseased. She touched Ransom's arm, watching him pull it away immediately, "happy graduation Ransom."

Ransom huffed, "thanks. Whatever."

She looked at his friends who only snickered as she pulled him away from them, "Ransom."

"Grace. What are you doing here?"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "we're friends? At least we are when you're alone. I love you, Ransom. I'm going to New York for school, come with me. You need to get away from this place and away from these so-called friends of yours."

Ransom rolled his eyes, "just go, Grace. We're better off without each other."

Grace felt her eyes welling with tears as she tried not to give his friends the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She raised her voice, "that's not what you've said when we're alone." She watched his friends whisper to each other as Ransom pulled her further away from them, laughing.

He looked down at her, "what are you doing?"

She placed her hand on his cheek, "I know you love me too. Now or never, Ransom." She felt him lean into her hand before he pulled away, walking back to his friends and she heard them laughing.

Ransom laughed with his friends as he watched Grace walk back into the house to leave, feeling the pit in his stomach growing. She was right, he did love her. But he knew she was better off without him.

ONGOING

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 - Final

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Loser's Standing Small

Sequel to Don't Die Easy

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Rosalie Coleman (OC)

Plot: Ransom wants Rosalie back. Too bad she's already gone.

Warnings: Fighting, Drinking

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Ransom pulled his car up into the parking lot of her apartment building and parked in a space. Slowly, he made his way to the front. It had been a year since he had last seen her, sitting on the park bench with another man.

He shook his head at the memory. His friends had assured him it was probably a temporary fix on her part. At the desk, he was stopped by the super who was also one of his friends, “Ransom? What are you doing here?”

“I was just going to go up and see my girl, Rosalie.”

The friend shook his head, “She doesn’t live here anymore, man. Rosalie moved out four months ago. Wait, what do you mean ‘your girl’? I thought you married that Cassidy Jepson chick.”

Ransom shrugged, “I divorced her a week ago. It didn’t work out. She was useless and spent too much money. Hold on, what do you mean she moved? Where did she go?”

His pal tilted his head, “I don’t know but she left when her lease was up. Rumor is she moved in with that guy she was seeing. He came over a lot.”

Ransom’s heart sunk to his stomach, “What guy?”

With a scratch of the back of the neck, his buddy replied, “I hate to tell you man, but Rosalie has been seeing this high-profile lawyer. Actually, I think he is the assistant district attorney for the county.”

“Is it serious?”

The super nodded, “Serious enough that they are getting married soon. I actually got an invite to the wedding.”

The world began to spin around Ransom and he headed for the door numbly. His friend called out, “Ransom, I’m sorry man.”

Without knowing where he was headed, Ransom just began to walk. Was it true? Had he lost her for good? He turned left, then right, then right again and found himself standing in front of her favorite bakery.

Ransom considered going in to get Rosalie her favorite pastries and bring them to her at her work but he stopped.

There she was. She was sitting at a small table and talking to the owner. And she wasn’t alone. A man sat beside her. He was tall and well-dressed in a pressed suit.

He smiled at her and said something causing her to laugh and lean into him. She looked so in love. They leaned into each other in a gentle kiss and Ransom tore his eyes away.

She didn’t need him. She had someone else. He saw that now. He watched as she took a bite of cake then gave some to her companion.

With a heavy heart, he walked back the way he had come and out of her life forever.

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Six months had passed since he last saw Rosalie and Ransom raised the bottle to his lips. Looking down at the piece of paper in front of him, he read it again.

You are cordially invited to celebrate the union of

Andrew Steven Barber

and

Rosalie Jane Coleman

on the 16th of June at Willowdale Estate.

 Reception to follow.

He picked up the stolen invitation and headed out the door. In his drunken state, he fumbled for his keys and started his BMW. Ransom pulled down the street and headed toward the venue.

The drive itself was not long and his eyes were a tad clearer by the time he arrived. Ransom grabbed the bottle of beer in passenger seat and gulped it down. Once that bottle was gone, Ransom popped open another and threw open the car door. Swaying, he made his way down the path toward the venue.

No one stopped the man as he made his way into the reception. He saw the couple dancing to a waltz. Rosalie was dressed in a beautiful white gown with a halter beaded bodice. Her husband, the lawyer, was in a three-piece Charcoal gray suit.

Ransom pushed his way through the crowd and called out, “SHE WAS MINE! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!”

The music stopped and a hushed gasps fluttered through the crowd. Rosalie dipped behind her new husband and he clenched his fist, “What are you doing here, Drysdale?”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” the younger man replied, “Move.”

“You’ve been drinking. You need to leave.” Barber took a step toward Drysdale.

Ransom reached out and grabbed Andy by the lapel, “Make me.”

In the blink of an eye, Andy had broken Ransom’s grip. Ransom snarled and started toward Andy again. This time however, Andy reared back and smacked his fist into Ransom’s face. Drysdale hit the ground with a howl. Then he was up again, rushing at Andy who sidestepped and slammed his elbow into Ransom’s back as he passed.

Drysdale hit the ground again but this time he was brought to his feet by two men in the wedding party and held back. Andy rubbed his knuckles, “It’s time you left, Drysdale. Don’t come back. She’s not yours anymore. She’s mine. Leave.”

He jerked his head and the two men hauled Ransom Drysdale from the venue and threw him out. Ransom dropped to the ground outside and wept.

She was gone.

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Hello lovelies! And welcome to the reading list for March 2023. I hope this month has been kind to you. And if it hasn't, I hope you'll still be kind to yourself. Kick off those shoes, put do not disturb on your door or your phone or what have you and take a dive into any one of these fics. You're here and you made it.

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2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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Marvel

Hold On by @princessmisery666 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Bucky is tired of you being a brat. Warnings: smut, angry Bucky, preludes to roughness, could be perceived as non-con I guess.

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes Bucky Barnes x Reader Just some fluff about Bucky slowly realising why he feels so happy lately.

Best Girl by @there-must-be-a-lock Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: I’ll fuck you until you fall asleep… maybe after that too Warnings: 18+. Steve is equal parts sweet and nasty. Lil bit of degradation, lil bit of possessive dirty talk.

Star Wars

"That's terribly distracting" by @softlyspector Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader Request: “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” with Din except instead of shirt sleeves he’s removing pieces of his armor? Warnings: very lightly nsfw-ish toward the end

Significant by @softlyspector Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader Din has been calling you riduur for months. You finally find out what it means, and get a little more than you bargained for. Warnings: pining, absolute FOOLS in love, bit of grumpy x sunshine, lil angsty, possibly incorrect lore, fluff, lots of Mando'a (translations for the Mando'a at the end)

Supernatural

Not Your Friend by @smol-and-grumpy Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt: “Friends? I don’t think so. Friends don’t know the way you taste.”Warnings: Public stuff, dirty talk, praise kink

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself by @carryonmywaywardcaptain Dean Winchester x Female Reader While attending a black-tie event, Dean has trouble keeping his hands (and thoughts) to himself. Warnings: teeny bit of dirty talk and touching, implied future smut

Huh, Not That Complicated After All by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Dean figures out show to make shower sex not so complicated. Warnings: Explicit 18+. Smut - this is just all smut. No plot. Shower sex, brief semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation, edging, showerhead as vibrator, mentions of oral sex (f receiving).

Livin' a Lie by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Female Reader Dean thinks he’s doing the right thing, believes it’s for the best. Still, he struggles to let go, even when he overhears that you’ve moved on with someone new. Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Mentions of smut; Canon divergence.

People Will Notice by @princessmisery666 Sam Winchester x Reader You interrupt Sam while he’s in a compromising position and he thinks you should finish him off. Warnings: smut, language, slight public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), soulless!Sam.

A Hunter's Heart by @deanwinchesterswitch Choose your Winchester Kink: Cardiophilia Warnings: Mild smut, NSFW-18+ only

Top Gun: Maverick

No One's In The Room series by @princessmisery666 fwb - Ryleigh x Fanboy, eventual Ryleigh x Hangman, platonic Rooster x Ryleigh Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room. Warnings: enemies to lovers, slow burn, cheating mentioned, bad family relationships, friends with benefits, fluff, angst, asshole!Jake.

Other Characters

First Class by @lokislastlove Ransom Drysdale x Reader Prompt: I could just pull your panties to the side, no one will notice Warnings: Public Sex, fingering, implied kidnapping/hostage.

Soiled by @navybrat817 Motocross!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Curtis can't stand you. At least, that's what he tells himself. Warnings: Very mild eventual enemies to lovers, quick judgement, light banter, Curtis doesn't want to admit he wants you. Motocross!Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?)

RPF

Dominion by @deanwinchesterswitch Jensen Ackles x Reader

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summary | ransom drysdale is the last person anyone would suspect to be a doting father. but when a paternity test reveals his relation to four year old georgia pine, the man finds himself turning into quite the softie for the peculiar little girl who’s been in such desperate need of his love and care.

characters | soft!dad!ransom drysdale, georgia pine (original character)

warnings | mature themes related to child abuse/neglect, ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). loss(mother) and gain(father) of custody. unknown/secret child trope. soft!ransom, soft!dad!ransom. lots of hurt/comfort.

When morning finally comes, Ransom wakes slowly to the gentle rays of the sun shining in through the large glass doors in front of him, gradually warming his face as his eyes begin to flutter open. Looking around, he finds himself lying out flat on his back with little Georgia still wrapped up in the brown blanket with her head now tucked under his chin. Her breaths are quiet and even against the man as he brings a hand up to wrap around her back, holding her steady against him as he shifts up to a sitting position. Thankfully, the movement doesn’t seem to stir the child in the least. Sighing, Ransom decides to take another chance and rise to his feet, carefully making his way over to the cream colored couch and settling down against the soft cushions which prove to be much more comfortable than the wooden floor.

Glancing over at the large decorative clock on the wall, he sees that it’s nearing 8:00 am. Slept surprisingly well, given the circumstances, he notes to himself. Looking down at the little girl curled up in his arms, his heart breaks a little at the tears still stained onto her freckled cheeks. Kid sleeps like a rock, he chuckles to himself quietly. Makes sense, though. After a nightmare like that…

Ransom’s thoughts are interrupted by a low grumbling in his stomach. Might be time for some breakfast, he supposes. Glancing at the empty portion of the couch beside him, he sighs, not liking the idea of putting the little girl down. It’ll only take fifteen minutes, tops, he reassures himself, though still groaning a little as he shifts Georgia over against one of the throw pillows, making sure her blanket is situated with her lamb near her face before he pulls away. Pausing for a moment, he looks over the child once more. “Looks more like her dad than I thought,” he whispers, noticing a few features of her face that match up almost perfectly to his: her heavy eyelashes, sharp jawline, and of course, the adorable patches of freckles covering her nose and cheeks. “Alright, kiddo. I’m gonna go make us something to eat,” he murmurs to her softly, even though he’s certain she can’t hear him.

Rising up from the couch, Ransom’s sure to be quiet as he makes his way into the kitchen, quickly pulling out what he needs to make a nice breakfast of eggs, toast, and sausage. Soon, two pans are heating on the stove as the man whisks, pours, and tosses, the warm scent of the food rising up through the entire first floor as he cooks away. Before long, the food’s finished and plated, dishes rinsed and tossed in the dishwasher under the counter. Checking the time before heading back out to the living room, Ransom’s relieved to find he’s only been away for fourteen minutes.

As he approaches the couch where Georgia lies once more, Ransom can’t help from smiling softly as he sees the little child curled up where he left her, thumb tucked into her mouth as she sleeps peacefully. Lowering himself gently to the ground, he takes a seat in front of her, almost wondering if it wouldn’t be best to just let her continue to rest.

Don’t want the food to get cold, he ultimately decides after a few minutes of just watching the girl sleep. As gently as he can, he reaches out his hand, placing it on her shoulder through the soft fabric of the blanket before beginning to speak in a low, soothing voice. “Georgia. Georgia, hey.” As he shakes her shoulder a bit, the child’s heavy eyelids begin to flutter, soon opening up to reveal her wide bambi eyes.

At the sight of Ransom so close to her face, Georgia flinches and drops her thumb, appearing startled as she stares back at the man in front of her. “Oh, sorry,” he says quickly, pulling his hand back and frowning. “Didn’t mean to startle you. I made us some- oh, hey,” he begins to fuss gently at the child as she begins to shake, squirming slightly in the blanket she’s wrapped up in as her wide eyes dart around in disorientation.

“Oh, bet you’re a little confused, huh?” Ransom figures, trying to send her a comforting smile as he explains, “I came down last night and you didn’t seem very comfortable on the floor. Decided to- uh, to give you a blanket and move you somewhere a little softer. That’s all,” he soothes, wishing he knew how to make her terrified expression disappear.

“Sh-Sheepy,” the girl whimpers, tears building up in her eyes as her bottom lip wobbles.

“Sheepy? Oh- oh, here,” Ransom says, reaching out and pushing the plush toy up closer to the child’s face. Georgia flinches back harshly at his nearing hand, causing the man’s heart to break right in two. “Hey,” he murmurs, brow creasing in worry as he looks at the trembling girl. “He’s right here, see? Made sure he stayed with you. His name’s Sheepy? Makes sense,” Ransom speaks softly, trying to help her settle. At the sight of the object, a hint of relief forms on Georgia’s face as she wraps her arms around it, letting out a bit of a sigh.

“You think Sheepy’s hungry?” Ransom tries, causing the small child before him to frown.

“Doesn’t eat p-people food,” she tells him.

“Oh, hmm. I guess that makes sense; what kind of food does he eat then?” Ransom plays along with a bit of a smile.

After thinking for a moment, Georgia gives a simple response. “Grass.”

Nodding, Ransom agrees, “Ah. I see, s’ppose you must be right. It would be silly to give him eggs or toast, wouldn’t it?” That causes a tiny smile to form on Georgia’s face as she giggles softly, an overwhelming warmth falling over Ransom as he gazes lovingly at the child. “Well, even if the food isn’t isn’t suitable for him, d’you think Sheepy would still like to join us for breakfast?”

Thinking for a moment, Georgia nods. “C-can bring him with?” she asks carefully to confirm.

Ransom nods with a gentle smile. “Sure thing, kiddo. Now let’s get going, before the eggs get cold.” Scooting back to allow the child room to get up, he watches as she unwraps herself from the blanket, still holding on tight to her toy as she hops off the couch and onto her feet. Rising on his own two legs, Ransom offers the little girl a hand, his heart breaking all over again when she flinches back from the gesture, wincing her eyes shut. “Oh, hey,” he says softly, deciding it would probably be best to just address the issue head on at this point instead of continuing to push it off in hopes of her fears lessening. As he looks down at Georgia, the small child’s eyes still shut as she trembles uncontrollably, Ransom once again pictures himself at that age, in such desperate need of someone to get down on his level and speak to him simply.

Taking a deep breath, Ransom lowers himself back down to his knees. “Georgia,” he calls, his voice barely above a whisper. Georgia flinches again at his voice, causing the man to furrow his brow in concern. “Georgia, hey. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. Can you open your eyes for me please?”

Looking as though she feels like she has no choice, the little girl obeys, her eyes fluttering open to reveal two pools of tears about to overflow. “Oh sweetheart,” he murmurs, the term of endearment slipping off of his tongue as if it’s something he’s been saying his whole life. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was just gonna let you hold my hand if you wanted, that’s all.”

“‘m sorry,” Georgia whimpers, only causing Ransom’s worry to grow.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” he asks, his voice dripping with concern.

“W-will stop… b-being a cryb-b-baby,” she hiccups. “Really sorry.” At the girl’s words, Ransom visibly deflates, sighing as his head begins to pound with guilt.

“Georgia, listen to me, please,” he requests, only earning an obedient nod as the child attempts to reign in her tears. “I-I’m sorry I called you that,” Ransom says sincerely, giving his first real apology in possibly his entire life. “I was… I wasn’t thinking right yesterday. But I promise from now on, I’m gonna do better. It was something wrong with me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with you crying. You… you’ve been through a lot, Georgia. I know… I know this must be difficult for you. So it’s okay to cry, okay? I won’t get upset with you for it.” Blinking away the last of her tears, Georgia simply sniffles, looking at the man in front of her with a mixture of disbelief and wariness.

“And Georgia?” Ransom continues.

“Hmm?” the little girl replies.

“I know it’s gonna take some time and getting used to, but I just need you to know: I’m not going to hurt you. I know you’ll still get scared sometimes and that’s fine; it’s all you’ve ever known. But I just want to make a promise to you, a promise that while you’re here, staying with me, nobody’s gonna hurt you. Okay?”

Seeming to fail at finding a response, Georgia simply nods, causing Ransom to smile softly. “Okay. Then, do you want to hold my hand?” he offers again, holding it out for her once more. And to his surprise, and more importantly his relief, Ransom’s offer is accepted as the child places her tiny hand down carefully in his.

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Ain't Shit Masterlist (R. Drysdale)

SUMMARY: Set in the Knives Out universe. Amalia Wright was completely fine with raising her son alone. But when Ransom shows up with life-altering news, Amalia must decide if she can trust him. More than that, she must protect her son from the Thrombey family at all costs. As always, there is more to the story...Who can Amalia trust?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Black!OC, Ransom Drysdale x Amalia Wright

General Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Soft(ish)!Ransom, OOC! Ransom, Cheating, Lying, Explicit Sexual Content, Dysfunctional Family Dynamics, Theft, Character Death (canon-compliant), Canon Typical Violence, Cursing, Depictions of Racism and Microaggressions, Other Original Characters, Depictions of Mental Health Struggles, Single Mom!OC, Depictions of Drug Use

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