#Ransom Drysdale series

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Mine ❦ Sherlock Holmes Part Eighth

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Sherlock Holmes, the most famous detective in the world. After finishing a case, he decided to visit Enola and his mother. On the first day of the visit he laid his eyes on a beauty, you 

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Words count: 1.5k

A/N: I am finally done with this story🫶🏻The prologue would be posted in a few hours to see their married life with some kids maybe👀 This part might be bad but I have tried my best❤️‍🔥

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Its been a week since you have sene each other.

A week of both of you crying, not sleeping and worst of all, not eating.

Your own father could not recognize his own daughter. He was there for you the whole time and you were thankful for that but you were still angry at him for even trying to set you up with Mycroft.

While you and Sherlock were heartbroken, Mycroft on the other hand was very happy. He knows that soon or later you will be his and your father and him would finally start a business together.

You did not know this but Mycroft was coming over to your fathers house to chat. What you also did not know is that Mycroft brought a red velvet box with him, with your engagement ring being inside of it.

What Mycroft did not know was that a little bird was watching him while he prepared the ring in his study, that little bird would be Enola who would later tell her other older brother,Sherlock, before its too late.

Mycroft gets out of his carriage and sees that your dad is waiting at him at the porch of your house.

“Nice to see you again, Mycroft” your father spoke.

“Well its been a week since I last saw you and your beautiful daughter so I thought why not visit you” Mycroft spoke.

They walked into the house and later on into your fathers study room.

“Before we talk about some business I wanted to show you something.” Mycroft spoke to your father.

“I have brought your daughter a gift and wanted to ask for your permission…”

You father first stared at the ring then Mycroft.

“To take her hand in marriage. I love her deeply.” Mycroft knew himself that it was the biggest lie he has ever told your father but, business is business.

You father was in the disbelief, he did not expect that.

“You know, she is going thru a hard time but maybe you should ask her the question, you have my permission. I want what’s best for her and I think you marrying her would be a great idea.”

While Mycroft was happy that he got your fathers permission to marry you, Enola struggles to get Sherlock out of his bed.

He was very angry at himself for hurting you.

He was not getting very much sleep or eating very much. All he could think about is you.

Your beautiful face, your soft lips that stretch into a beautiful smile whenever you lay your eyes on him and your eyes that he always found beautiful.

While Sherlock was lost in his thoughts, Enola successfully got her brother out of the bed by pushing him and Sherlock falls on the floor.

“Ouch! What was that for?” Sherlock asked his sister

“Well since you did not wanna listen to me, I had to do it the harder way!”

Before Sherlock could even say a word, Enola cut him off

“If you don’t do anything, Mycroft is going to marry Y/N!”

Sherlock’s eyes widen at what Enola just said.

“What do you mean he is going to marry her?” He asked his sister.

“He went to visit her and her father this morning and brought a ring with him!!!”

Sherlock looked at his sister before rushing off to get ready. He needed to fix this.

While getting ready he wondered why Mycroft would marry you. Mycroft had zero interest in you and then it him.

The woman that was flirting with him at the event came with Mycroft and saw her around him few times. He formed the dots and realized that it was Mycroft’s plan all along.

“That son of a bitch!” He mumbled

After getting ready, he rushed down the stairs and ran to your house.

Meanwhile you were getting ready, you heard the voice that sounded too familiar.

Mycroft.

You rolled your eyes. He just loved destroying your life at every chance he got.

You dad knocked on your bedroom door.

“Honey, are you awake?”

You quickly grabbed your robe and put it on before shouting

“Yes father, I am awake! You can come in!”

Right after you said that you see your father entering your bedroom with no other than Mycroft him self.

Your father came up to you and hugged you.

“My only daughter, you have grown into a smart and beautiful woman. I am becoming old and when my time comes there will be no one to take care of you.”

“Father, what are you talking about?” You shed a tear.

“This morning, Mycroft came up with a wonderful request.”

You looked at your father and then Mycroft who was pulling out a red velvet box and was getting on his knee. You stopped breathing at that moment.

“Today is one of the happiest days of my life. Today I came to ask your dear father to take your hand in marriage and to my surprise he agreed. So will you, my beautiful Y/N, be my wife?”

He then opened the box and reveled a beautiful ring with a diamond on it but you knew you could not accept it. Your heart still belong to Sherlock.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you heard someone running through the door.

“Y/N!!!” Sherlock shouted.

You then ignored your father and Mycroft and ran down stairs.

There he was. He finally came for you.

You ran into his arms and kissed him passionately.

Mycroft was pissed to say at least while your dad was more confused.

“What are you doing here Sherlock?!” Mycroft asked angrily.

Sherlock pulled away from you and looked at his brother.

“I came here to see the love of my life and I also came here to make something clear. Don’t you have anything to tell, Mycroft?”

You and your father stared at Mycroft slightly confused.

“Where is your friend Vanessa by the way, is she destroying other relationships and marriages now?”

You stared at Mycroft and then you too collected the dots. This was one of Mycrofts shitty plans.

“It was one of his many plans. Enola searched your office this morning and found out that it would be easier for you to make money and become businesses partner with her father by simply marrying her. When he passes everything that he would leave for her would be given to you. You found about our relationship and decided to use ur friend, paying her to play my so called “mistress” so that you could end us, but you know what?”

Just then, Sherlock put his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest.

“Even if you tried it a million times, you would not succeed because my love for her and her love for me is stronger.”

Just then, Mycroft leaves the house, throwing a tantrum outside your house.

Sherlock pulls you close and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

“What now?” You asked him

“Well, do you want to get married. I don’t have a ring with me so I can not really propose you in a traditional way but..”

Sherlock could not finish the sentence since you cut him off with a kiss and said

“Being your life would be the best thing that has ever happened in my life.” You said while pressing your foreheads together.

You then turned around around and saw your father smiling

“I am sorry I wanted to do what’s best for you. And you Sherlock, have my full permission to marry my daughter.”

You and Sherlock looked at each other, smiling before kissing again.

You could not wait to get married….

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale / Reader

Summary: Ransom takes a special interest in Harlan’s new private chef

Warnings: some smut, some angst, noncon touching, dubcon oral, harassment, sexual harassment, Ransom is his usual asshole self, the Thrombeys are horrible, recreational drug use, unsolicited dick pic/video, being drugged, undressed and tied up, bribery, breaking and entering, arguments, threats, dry humping, masturbation, a bit of somno

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. Reader is said to have a facial piercing, your choice where. Takes place mid-November 2013. About 5 years before the movie. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts are in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.  

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 (End)

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The love we gave away

Chapter 7

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

word count: 4.0k

Word count: Some angst, talk about a surgery but nothing graphic, bit of a cliffhanger

A/N: So here we go with the next chapter. This is a bit of a filler/set up for what's to come. It's a bit dialogue heavy so I'm sorry if you don't like that! Next chapter is where were start really fixing things between reader and Ransom.

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It was just after 1:00 pm when Bertie’s friends had finally shown up for their lunch date. The restaurant was busy as usual but their usual table was always available for them. From their vantage point they could see most of the dining room. It was perfect for Bertie’s friends who had a pension for gossip and this particular place was a hot spot for people that ran in their social circle. It was in the middle of their latest gossip fueled conversation that Ransom walked in. 

“So are you and Ransom officially over?” Lily asked Bertie as she watched him sit down. The question was innocent enough but Bertie knew where the conversation would go.

“Seems like it.” 

“Ransom single again? That’s dangerous. Do you think he’ll start making his usual rounds?” Gretchen, Bertie’s other so-called friend asks. 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself.” Lily motions over to where Ransom was sitting. “Only if it’s ok with Alberta, obviously.” 

Both women look at Bertie but she’s looking at Ransom. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when a set of teenagers head toward Ransom’s table and hug him.

“What the hell?” 

“What?” Lily and Gretchen both turn around to see what Bertie was looking at. “Since when does he hang around kids?”

“Ew, he’s not a perv is he?” 

“No, he isn’t.” Bertie mumbles. 

Lily gives Gretchen a conniving glance. If there is anything that they liked more than money it was using Bertie. They did that with Bertie a lot. She was their main source of entertainment in their dull lives. So it took them no time at all to push Bertie into confronting Ransom about what happened at the wedding. 

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“So, how’s school?” Ransom asked once Abigail and Theodore had settled down. 

“It’s fine.” 

“Just fine?” 

“Well,” Theo says before smiling. “I made the hockey team.” 

“That’s fantastic.” Ransom praises. “What about you princess?” 

“It’s alright. I’ve mostly dealt with assholes. Teddy is becoming the popular one.” 

“You’ll get there too princess.” 

“Ransom?” 

Ransom, Abby and Teddy turn to find Bertie standing beside the table. She looks at the twins first and then at Ransom. Behind her Lily and Gretchen had little matching smirks. The smile Ransom had completely disappears and a scowl takes its place.

“Bertie. Slut 1 and slut 2, what are you doing here?” 

Abigail tried to suppress her laugh while Teddy just stared in slight shock. Gretchen glared at Ransom while Lily mumbled an ‘asshole’ under her breath. Bertie however was looking between Ransom and the twins, she could immediately see the resemblance. 

“Who are they?” She asks. 

Ransom rolls his eyes as Teddy grabs his phone from his pocket. 

“It’s mom.” He whispers to Abby and he walks out to answer the phone. 

“Why don’t you go with him?” 

Abigail looks from the women to Ransom but before she could even get up Teddy was back. 

“Hey, mom needs us back at home.” He tells his sister. “It’s nothing serious but we have to go.” 

Abigail gave Ransom a sad look. They had been looking forward to seeing him and you since you’d gone to the wedding. Now the time had been cut short. 

“Don’t worry about it, kid. We can meet up again.” Ransom says softly, catching Bertie and her friends off guard. 

“You’re not going to introduce us, Ran?” Lily spoke up, hoping to get some information. 

“No.”

“Oh, come on Ransom. We’re friends aren’t we? Why are you being so secretive?”

“We’re none of your damn business.” Abigail snaps, her eyes holding so much annoyance Ransom couldn’t help but be proud. 

“Go, we’ll talk later.” 

Teddy takes Abby’s hand and leads her out of the restaurant. Ransom stares at Bertie before glaring at her friends until the two left. With a sigh Ransom stands, dropping some bills on the table for the drink he’d already had. 

“Ransom what is going on?” Bertie asks. 

“We should talk. I’m staying nearby, come on.”

“Who are those kids?” Bertie asks as soon as the door to Ransom’s suite is closed. She was just curious. Ransom was usually so guarded and closed off. The only emotion he showed was lust or annoyance so to see him smiling and relaxed had caught Bertie off guard.  

Ransom sighs as he makes himself and Bertie a drink. 

“I know I don’t deserve any favors from you but I need you to promise me that what I tell you stays in this room.” Ransom says. “Not for me but for them. I need to protect them.”

That confuses Bertie even more but she nods. Curiosity getting the best of her. 

“I need you to say it.” 

“I promise, anything you say stays a secret.” Bertie reassured him. 

“I’ll answer any question you have but to answer your first question, they’re my kids.” 

Bertie stares at Ransom in complete shock. Out of all the things she expected him to say, that wasn’t it. Before she can ask anything else Ransom speaks up with a lot more vulnerability that she thought he was capable of. 

“No one outside of my immediate family knows about this so I’m trusting that you really won’t say anything. I know I’ve been an ass and I deserve whatever you throw my way but please leave them out of it.” He says before taking a deep breath. “Their mother and I dated in high school. She showed me what it meant to love. Obviously having kids at 17 wasn’t part of the plan but it happened.” 

Bertie listens to everything Ransom has to say. From finding out he was going to be a dad to having to give the kids up and finally how the relationship ended. Of course Ransom never said your name in order to protect you. He then explained how the kids are back in his life and how he got back in touch with you. 

Bertie couldn’t help but shed a few tears as she listened to him speak. All of it explained his bitter view of the world. Add that to the strained relationship, if you can even call it that, he has with his family and she could better understand that the man in front of her was only trying to protect himself. 

“So that’s it, that’s everything. You’re the only person I’ve ever told any of this to.” 

Ransom breathed a sigh of relief. It was a weight lifted off his shoulders to be able to tell someone. He watched Bertie just sit there in a sort of stunned silence. He’d liked her enough. Bertie wasn’t like the rest of the women in their social circles and if he had to, he’d stay in a relationship with her. But once you were back in Ransom’s life he’d realize that he should want more. He didn’t want to settle and end up resenting Bertie for something that was not her fault. Bertie deserved better too. She was kind in a world of backstabbing, self centered, egotistical assholes. 

“You have kids.” It’s the first thing she says. “You have kids. I didn’t think you even liked children or would want any.” 

Ransom gives a slight shrug of his shoulder. 

“I don’t know that I do like children. The twins are 15. The last time I saw them was the day they were born. They were probably little shits in between.” 

Bertie’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at his words. 

“Who am I kidding? They were great when they were little too.” Ransom smiled proudly at the thought of his babies. 

It softened Bertie’s heart. She had been so angry with him when he first broke up with her. She was under the impression that although the relationship wasn’t perfect, they were heading in the right direction. That, maybe, with enough time Ransom could love her. That’s why she showed up at the wedding, to show him that she was serious about them. Never in her life did Bertie think that there was someone else in Ransom’s life.

“And their mother?” Bertie asked. “Are you and her back together or working it out?” 

“I don’t even know. I fucked that up.”

“What happened?” 

“I may have said some harsh things I definitely didn’t mean.” Ransom runs a hand over his face and sighs. “But I messed up even before the wedding. There was a lot left unsaid between us.” 

“The wedding? Was she there?” 

Ransom stares at Bertie for a moment before giving a slow nod. Her shoulders slump from their usual tense posture. 

“Then I showed up and ruined anything you’d done.” 

“This isn’t on you. It was my responsibility and I was an asshole.” 

“Still,” Bertie sighs. “I love a happy ending. Even if it isn’t meant for me.” 

“Bertie-“

She holds a hand up, stopping Ransom. “You don’t have to apologize. If anything I feel like I should. You had a chance to make things right and I ruined it for you. I hope you can figure it out.” Bertie stands up and runs her hands down her outfit to smooth it out. “I should go.” 

Ransom stood and followed her to the door. She turns and looks at him, cupping his face she places a kiss on his cheek. 

“I hope we can stay friends.” Bertie murmurs. 

“Of course. If you ever need me to tell someone off I’ll be more than happy too.” 

Bertie smiles sadly and steps away from Ransom. With one last look at him she walks away. It was done and Ransom couldn’t be more relieved. Now all he had to do was show you that he was serious about being with you. 

“I’m not liking those two fabrics together.” You shake your head at one of your assistants. With some sketches in hand you go back and forth between fabric swatches trying to find something you’d really like but you feel as if you’d hit a wall. It wasn’t good considering that fashion week would be around the corner and you were changing a few designs around. 

“Y/N,” Wanda places a hand between your shoulders to gently get your attention. “Annie is here and she says she really needs to talk to you.” 

You turn to Wanda and see the worried look on her face. Without missing a beat you drop everything and head to your office where Wanda had her waiting. 

“Annie? Is everything ok?”  

The older woman stood as soon as you opened the door to your office. She looked consumed with worry and you felt a pit in your stomach.

“Is it the kids? Are Abigail and Theodore ok?” 

“Yes they’re fine, they’re meeting up with Ransom for lunch. I just…” she looked a bit lost so you guided her to sit again and then grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge you keep by your desk and handed it to her. “Thank you.” She says after taking a sip.

“Is everything ok?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you with anything but there’s an emergency back in Ohio.” She begins to explain. “I feel so awful asking anything of you.” 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m here for whatever you need.” 

“My mother needs to have emergency surgery. My sister says things aren’t looking good so I need to be there. I don't know how long I’ll have to be out and I can’t pull the kids out of class. My job is going to let me work remotely for the next few days, maybe even weeks but Abby and Teddy…” 

Your heart beat wildly as you thought about what she might ask of you and you were ready to say yes. 

“They can’t stay alone for that long. Knowing them, they’d cause some type of chaos.” Annie took your hand in hers and looked at you straight in the eyes. “Would it be too much if I asked you to look after them?” 

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs with excitement. Being able to spend more time with Abigail and Theodore had been on your mind lately but you didn’t know how to broach the subject about them spending the night at your place. Now there wouldn’t be any awkwardness, at least from your part, when it came to asking. 

“I would love to help in whatever way I can.” Annie immediately relaxed when she heard your answer. “Do they know? Would it be ok if they stay at my place with me? I can have someone go to your place and check in every few days if you’d like.” 

“That would be great. I haven’t told them anything yet though. I didn’t want to worry them until I knew what you would say. Now I just have to figure out travel arrangements. Hopefully I can get there by the time the surgery finishes. Thank you so much, Y/N. It’s been so hard without Daniel and I was so worried that moving here was the wrong thing to do but I’m glad I did.” Annie says with tears in her eyes. It was obvious she was overwhelmed so if there was anything you could do for the woman that had given your children a loving home you would do it.

“Well you aren’t alone here, you have me and I know if you needed him, Ransom would be happy to help you too. Now why don’t you let me make the travel arrangements for you. I’m sure I could get you back home by tonight and you go back and tell the twins. Then I’ll pick you and the kids up.” 

“That sounds great. Thank you so much Y/N, really. I don’t think I could ever repay you.” 

“You’re letting me be in Theodore and Abigail’s life, that’s more than enough payment.” You stand when Annie does and she brings you in for a hug. 

“Still, this means so much to me. I’ll get everything ready, including all of the kids’ important documents just in case. I don’t think I mentioned it but I added you as an emergency contact at the school so I’ll let them know you’ll be the one to reach if they need anything.” 

That piece of information caught you by surprise but it warmed your heart. Annie trusted you enough to watch over the kids and be an emergency contact for them. You smile and nod while following Annie out of your office. She pulls you in for a hug before leaving. Wanda was close by waiting to see what was going on. You asked her to have your private jet prepared and then you called your maid to get two of your guest rooms ready for Abigail and Theodore. Now all you had to do was wait for Annie to be ready. 

Annie had been dropped off at the airport by you. Her jaw dropped when she realized you’d arranged for your private jet to take her back home. At first she shook her head and said she couldn’t accept it but with help from Theodore and Abigail you managed to convince her to go. After that it was a trip straight to your penthouse. 

You were very anxious about Theodore and Abigail staying with you. It wasn’t bad but you weren’t sure how they would react to your home. Would they see that you were doing well for yourself and question why you didn’t keep them? 

It made no sense but at the same time you couldn’t help but wonder. They deserved the best out of life and at that time you had nothing. It didn’t mean you couldn’t give them everything now. 

Seeming to notice your anxiety Theodore grabs your hand. The gesture surprised you but when you look up at him he gives you a small shy smile. Your breath hitches, Theodore reminded you so much of Ransom it made your heart ache. If Ransom had grown up with loving parents you were sure he’d be more like Theodore.

The elevator doors open right into your foyer. Both kids had their jaws on the floor as they took in your apartment. It was warm and inviting and full of colors. The foyer leads down to the living room which has huge floor to ceiling windows giving them a spectacular view of the city on one side and huge colorful and beautiful paintings on the others.

“Wow.” Abigail whispered as she walked past the couches and straight to the windows. “This is amazing.”

“It looks better from the terrace.” 

“Can I?” She motions towards the glass door that give way to the outdoor space. 

“Yeah, I’ll show you around, come on.” 

You lead the way and open the doors, letting them both go out first. Abigail and Theodore start talking over each other about the pool. They’re so excited as they roam around the terrace and it chokes you up a bit. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before ushering them back inside. Then you proceed to show them the kitchen, dining room, family room, your office, the small work room you have for yourself before taking them upstairs to where the bedrooms are. 

“I hope it’s ok. I know the rooms look plain compared to the rest of the place but I didn’t want to decorate them. I thought you could do that yourself.” You say as you show them where they’ll be staying.

The bedrooms are across the hall from each other and they each have a bathroom attached to them. The rooms themselves are huge and you made sure to have basic necessities in the bathroom as well as some other things they might like in their rooms. 

“Really?” Abigail asked excitedly.

“Of course.”

“Any way we want?” Theodore asked but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. The same you saw in Ransom many times before. 

“Any way that’s appropriate.” You narrow your eyes in his direction and he grins. “I thought that we could maybe do it together.” 

“I’d love that.” 

“Me too.” Theodore agrees and your heart feels lighter. “Thanks for everything.” 

“You don’t have to thank me.” 

“We do,” Abigail nods before walking in front of you and giving you a hug. “You didn’t have to arrange a private jet for mom but you did it anyway. I know she thinks we don’t realize how hard it’s been for her not having dad around anymore.” Abigail pulls back. “But we do and you stepped up to help her. It means a lot to us.” 

You give her a smile as you try to blink back tears. 

“It really does. And I’m glad we get to spend some more time with you too.” Theodore adds and now you can only wipe away the tears that fell. 

“Ok well if your intention was to make me cry then you’ve done it.” 

Abigail giggles before hugging you again. You loved every single one. 

“How about you get settled and we can order dinner. Then we can watch a movie.” 

“Can we invite Ransom? We didn’t get to have lunch with him because we had to go home and pack.” Theodore looked at you with hopeful eyes and you knew you couldn’t say no. 

“I’ll yext him since he’ll need my address. I’m going to shower real quick and I’ll be down.” 

You walked down to your room and leaned against the closed door. With a groan you send Ransom a quick text letting him know that the kids wanted to see him and give him your address. His response was quick and you start to dread seeing him but the kids want to and you won’t deprive them of being with their father.  

You were standing in the foyer waiting for the elevator to finish ascending. The doorman had called you to let you know Ransom had arrived. The last time you’d seen him was a few days back when he made that promise to make things right again. You weren’t sure he’d be able to. 

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You take a deep breath as Ransom steps out. He’s wearing a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and dark wash jeans. His hair wasn’t pushed back how he normally wore it instead it fell over his forehead just enough. You stared at him for a moment, Ransom looked good. 

“Hey Thimble.” Ransom said quietly. Too quietly for him anyways. “Where should I set this down?” 

You realized for the first time he wasn’t empty handed and You immediately moved to grab some bags from him. He followed quietly as you made your way to the spacious kitchen and set everything down. Ransom had his chest practically glued to your back as he settled the bags in his hands down. When you turned around he was holding up your favorite flowers. It was a small bouquet and it reminded you of the first time he ever got you flowers. 

“I hope they’re still your favorite.” He says softly. 

You looked up at him with a mixture of anger and nostalgia. It didn’t seem fair that he was using your shared past to get on your good side. The worst part was thinking that it might actually work in his favor. It didn’t mean you’d make it so easy for him if he truly wanted to fix things.

“They’re fine.” You say as you snatch them from his hand and he smirks. 

“Ransom.” 

“Hey princess.” Ransom turns around just in time to catch Abigail in his arms. He lifts her up and she giggles as he does a quick spin before setting her back down. “Hey, bubs.” 

Theodore is just behind Abigail and to your surprise he also leans in for a hug. Ransom then presents Abigail with flowers as well. 

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” She looks up at him lovingly. “It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten flowers.” 

Ransom’s chest puffed up and he couldn’t help the smile he had as he looked over at you. You gave him a small nod, to let him know he was doing something right before turning to find two vases. 

“What, I don’t get flowers?” Theodore joked but Ransom pulled out a box of chocolates. 

“Annie said you have a sweet tooth.” 

“Thanks.” Theodore looked down at the box of chocolates and smiled realizing they were his favorites. “I’m starving.” 

“Well good thing the food is here. Why don’t you grab the bags and I’ll bring in plates.” 

Abigail gives you her flowers and grabs the food along with her brother. Ransom walks around the island to stand by you. 

“Where is everything we need?” 

You point at the cabinets behind you and he quickly moves to get what’s needed and he heads towards the dining room. After taking a second to calm yourself you grab drinks and join Ransom and the kids. 

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“One more time. I’ll catch it, I swear.” Theodore laughs before waiting for Ransom to throw a dumpling into his mouth. And he does catch it. 

The moment is fun and light between the four of you. At that moment you aren’t thinking about what happened in the wedding. You’re just enjoying being together. It’s a glimpse of what could have been. 

“So who’s Bertie?” Abigail asks after the joking was done. 

You immediately tensed and Ransom looked across the table at you but you wouldn’t meet his eye. He sighs and takes a sip of his drink. Theodore looks at him expectantly and Abigail is doing the same. 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.” 

“Oh.” Abigail nods. “And slut one and slut two?” 

“I’m sorry?” You look from Abigail who was sitting across from you to Ransom and he grimaces. “You called women sluts? And in front of our daughter?” 

Hearing that pissed you off so much and your voice was much more harsh than you intended. 

“Is Bertie why you two are being weird around each other now?” Theodore interrupted. 

You and Ransom both turn to look at him and he just shrugs. 

“Seriously. Tension, meet knife.” Abigail adds. “What’s going on?” 

“Look, as I said Bertie is my ex. She showed up at the wedding unannounced, after we broke up. But I talked to her and she understands that it’s over.” 

“So what? Were you getting back together at the wedding?”

“I’d rather not have this conversation with everyone that’s present at the table.” You say. 

“Fine by us. We’ll go watch a movie and you figure this out.” Abigail grabs her plate and drink. Theodore follows his sister’s lead and they leave you alone with Ransom. 

Ransom can’t help but chuckle.

“Did you put them up to this?”

“Hell no.” He shakes his head. “But I’m more than happy to talk this out.” He leaned forward again, resting his forearms on the table. “Please.” 

Ransom wasn’t one to use his manners. You wanted to kick him out and keep your distance but there’s that part of you that wants to work out whatever this is. It’s the part of you that still loves him. The part that promised that you’d love him forever. It was winning the fight in your head. 

“Fine, talk.” 

Ch. 8

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I Quit Masterlist

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale / OFC (Elizabeth)

Summary: Ransom takes a special interest in Harlan’s new private chef

Warnings: some smut, some angst, noncon touching, dubcon oral, harassment, sexual harassment, Ransom is his usual asshole self, the Thrombeys are horrible, recreational drug use, unsolicited dick pic/video, being drugged, undressed and tied up, bribery, breaking and entering, arguments, threats, dry humping, masturbation, a bit of somno

A/N: Reader insert version found here. Takes place mid-November 2013. About five years before the movie. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts are in Italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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girl boss III - frustration

When Ransom Drysdale learned that his grandfather was cutting him off the will, he knew life as he knew would disappear. What he didn’t expect was that the only person that would be willing to give him a job was a woman half his age - a woman who despite her youth would come to teach him many things, especially outside the office...

Or the one where Ransom learns he’s a huge sub.

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The week that followed was hell to me.

I could barely process what had happened, and so I didn’t want to believe it. I went into work Monday morning fully prepared to pretend that I didn’t desire my boss more than I’d ever desired anyone before, because there was just no way she actually wanted me, right?

Only every time I felt her eyes on me, I knew I was wrong. I could feel her desire, and I knew it was inevitable. I would give into both of our needs, regardless of what my reason wanted me to do.

But for now, I was still fighting back against my emotions, trying to make sense of the little scene we’d lived on the event, how she was able to make me feel so small and vulnerable with so little effort from her part.

I wasn’t used to it. In all of my relationships, sexual or the few times I’d tried to go the romantic route, I’d been in control of everything, from beginning to end. And it had come naturally to me: it was clear that it’s the role that was expected from someone like me, so I never questioned it.

One offer from her and it all came crumbling down.

Did I want what she was offering me? There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted *her, that much was clear for the both of us to see. The question was… did I want her so badly that I was able to do this on *her terms?

In the back of my mind, a little voice whispered, ‘but you want to explore what she’s offering’. It was the truth. I was curious, it was undeniable, but I was still too attached to that expected role I was supposed to fulfill that it was hard for me to admit it.

What if I didn’t like it?

Her words that evening left little space for hesitation: she had no doubt I would enjoy it and I had no doubt on her abilities to *make sure I would, but it only confused me further. How did she know me so well? It felt like she knew me better than I did, and I didn’t enjoy being the one in the dark, particularly when the subject was myself.

To understand it, though, I’d have to ask her. And I wasn’t sure I’d have the courage to do so until *I did it.

“I want you,” I found myself blurting out one evening, after everyone had gone home and she had asked me to stay back so she could review some of the notes I’d made to a manuscript. It wasn’t the first time we’d been alone doing a similar activity, but it was the first time we were completely alone in the building ever since *that evening, and the second she lowered the files in her hands, I knew I’d fallen right into her trap.

So *that’s why she’d been hovering the entire day, leaning over so I was inevitably drawn to the neckline of her shirt. Fuck, she was good. And I bet she *felt good, too “Are you sure?” She questioned after looking me up and down, head tilted to the side and exposing just a little bit more of that delicious neck that I wanted to leave my mark on…

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, eyes widening once I realized I had actually said it out loud. I wasn’t too sure why this felt more embarrassing than my admission of wanting her, but it did.

Perhaps because once I got the message through (the message that would hopefully get me what I wanted), I hadn’t anticipated looking as fucking whipped as most definitely truly was.

But damn it. Who could really blame me? I really, really wanted her to kiss me…

A perfec eyebrow raised up, her expression denouncing her amusement. “Well, if you insist…” I didn’t even have the time to realize I had yet again voiced something I’d expected to be inner dialogue. Because in a quick movement, she was out of her chair and rounding the desk that separated us, settling between my legs before leaning closer and closer and then…

And then our lips were connected. She tasted like cherry lipgloss and I wondered how someone as powerful as her could remind me of a time so innocent, back when I had my first kiss on the school’s playground.

I thought I had everything figured out. I was going to be the king of the world, just like I was the king of break time, leading the boys far away from the girls without them realizing it was because I wanted them to be mine. I was going to be a heartbreaker by the time I reached high school, and then I did and it didn’t feel good.

It just made me feel empty. Girls expected me to know what to do but I wanted to lose myself in them too. I wanted to forget it all for a while, have someone else lead the dance and allow me to ignore my problems, ignore how I found my dad balls deep in someone who wasn’t my mother, ignore how she yelled at me that I should have never been born. 

As her tongue swiped my lips open, all of my worries wiped away at the taste of her saliva. It was more than an instinct to let her in: it was a need. My hand went around her head to hold her close but hers reached for my neck, and she *squeezed.

It wasn’t enough to hurt me, but it sent the message across. And it made me so fucking horny. I whined when she pulled away, overwhelmingly aware that her rosy lipcolor was now slathered all over my lower face, knowing my eyes were glossy and my pupils blown.

I used to drink to feel this way. Now, I was praying I’d never have to search for relief in the bottom of a glass again.

She dove in to capture my lips in another kiss, one hundred times more aggressive than the previous one. I felt her weight settle over mine when she climbed onto my lap and my hands fell to the sides as the hand that wasn’t gripping my throat pulled on my hair. I choked in surprise at how fantastic it felt.

She bit down sensuously on my bottom lip when she pulled away, and it felt too fucking hot in that air-conditioned office room. I held her stare as she sized me up, but I couldn’t say it was easy. I didn’t know why, but she intimidated me.

Perhaps it was the fire I could see burning in her eyes. I found myself oddly attracted towards it.

I think I’d like to get burnt.

That kiss wasn’t enough. Even though it had me feeling more alive than I’d felt in months, even though it had my cock straining against my jeans (just from a little dance of lips)- I wanted more.

But my boss didn’t seem too eager to give me what I wanted, only to do what she pleased.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty smile?” The reaction was automatic. The edges of my lips quirked up, not being used at all to the silly adjective being applied to me.

When I shook my head, she smirked like the cat that caught the canary, swiftly slipping from my lap to kneel between my legs. “You’re a very pretty boy, aren’t you, honey?” A sound I’d never heard out of my own mouth resonated across the room at her words, paired with the phantom drag of her fingernail over the bulge on my jeans. “Tell me what you want, puppy,” she took mercy on me, but I couldn’t speak. Hypnotized by the mischief in her eyes, she seemed to understand it because slowly, she unzipped my pants, motioning me to raise my hips just enough so she could release my dick.

She didn’t waste any moment before leaning down and licking a line straight up my cock. “You’re so sensitive…” She mocked when I shuddered, fascinated by the way she immediately came back for more, licking and nibbling but never engulfing my member the way I wanted her to.

It felt like she just truly wanted to get acquainted with my taste.

“Tell me, pretty boy…” My breaths were growing heavier, my heart fighting against my ribcage. “Do you want your cock in my mouth?”

The understatement of the century. I tried to nod, too tired from holding back to even utter a word, but that just earned me a disappointed sound from her lips, hummed against the head of my cock.

She sounded unimpressed, and I’d never in my life had wanted to do more for someone else than I did right at that moment.

“Say it,” she ordered, helping me in my helpless state. I don’t think I would have been able to realize what it was that she wanted otherwise. “Say what you want and I might give it to you.”

At that point, I would do anything to have her suck me. I wasn’t too proud to beg - not anymore. 

Our eyes met. I knew what I had to do.

“Please, suck me,” I begged. “Please, please, suck me.” The grin that I received in response had my stomach falling down like I was on a roller coaster.

“Okay, I will suck you, honey…” She answered by licking a line up my hard member. “But you don’t get to cum until I say so.” And then she swallowed down half of my length, head bobbing up and down with the motions that were driving me crazy in ecstasy.

It had never felt this good before.

She was patient with the way that she licked me. It was like she was trying to memorize my every reaction, what made me jerk up and moan out loud in desire for her.

I felt close, too close. I was going to cum in a spectacular way, like I’d never came before, but when I let her know, she pulled away. “Rule number one,” she told me, “you can only cum inside my pussy.”

She started to get up and I understood I wouldn’t be going into her pussy that night, but I wasn’t prepared to say goodbye just yet.

“I-I want to taste you too.” She smirked at that, fingers making quick work of her skirt while she left me in the chair and climbed on the desk before us.

“Beg me for it,” she ordered, making me swallow around a dry throat. I wasn’t used to being in this position, but for her, I’d try.

Rubbing my sweaty palms on my thighs, I asked her to let me lick her off as sweetly as I could, only to get a pensive look in her face as a response.

“I don’t think you’re desperate enough.” God, she was so fucking sexy. Inhaling deeply, I prepared myself to try again.

“Please, miss. I am dying to taste you, please.” With a nod, she allowed me to do so, and so I leaned down to lick a stripe up her cunt, and I instantly groaned.

She tasted too fucking sweet. It was everything I had ever wished for, and I was addicted. Gripping her hips eagerly, I leaned down once more and buried myself against that delicious cunt, sucking and licking and swirling my tongue against her little nub.

She held me by the back of my head, forcing me to stay put even despite my rapidly decreasing ability to breathe - but I didn’t mind. I’d die happily if she’d keep giving me those sounds that she released, little breathless whimpers and moans, even a small call of my name.

“Fuck yeah.” Hearing her curse was such a turn on. “Yeah, this is where you belong now, puppy. On your knees for me.”

I moaned against her cunt, and the vibrations were all that were missing for her to reach her high. “Kiss me,” was the first thing she ordered once she had caught her breath, and I didn’t clean myself up before her lips were on mine, licking away the remnants of her own taste.

My eyes struggled to flutter open once she unglued herself from me. I earned a head pat for my efforts, and nothing had ever felt better than that simple gesture.

“It seems that I’m gonna have to train you, pretty boy…” I hadn’t realized it until then, but I’d come all over myself, just by eating her out. But I didn’t have the time to focus on that, because in a second her hand was around my neck, slightly choking me.

“I think I’ll buy you a nice chain… Make sure everyone in the office knows that you’re my little bitch.” I whimpered at the idea, and she smiled, arms closing in on me as she hugged me to herself despite the messy state of my body.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, her fingernails scratching my head and almost making me purr. “Want to take a shower?”

I nodded slowly, sleep suddenly taking over me, but I allowed her to get up and drag me towards the bathroom in her office.

“Can’t wait to take you to bed, puppy.”

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

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After all the stress you had to endure in the past few months in your office you finally had the long-wanted vacation. Away from the loud noises of New York and over to Italy Lemon Sul Garda for ten days, but first you decided to visit an old friend of yours in New Haven and from there to Boston to fly to Europe.

You checked if you had everything before getting into your care and starting your engine, it wasn’t a too long drive to New Haven. You typed in the route into you navigation to make sure you would drive correctly.

However, you hoped you wouldn’t just stop in the middle of the road. Your car wasn’t the newest and it had a habit of driving you crazy.

The drive started out good until there was a traffic jam causing you to almost park on the highway for two hours until you were near the next exit. Finally driving off you drove and sighed in relief, the navigation quickly switched and led you over a country road where there was nothing but trees and trees.

It was an endless road and always looked the same. Now thanks to the traffic jam it would not take two and a half hours but almost five.

The road got boring, so you put your playlist, the first song that came up was Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. A big smile spread on your face, and you started to sing along, rolling down your window letting the warm summer air flow through your hair.

“And I'm possessive, it isn't nice. You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice!” you shouted on the top of your lungs while laughing.

All the stress from the past washed away from you, you felt free for the first time in ages. “But now it isn't true. Now everything is new,” you continued singing along. The road got emptier as time passed, the sun set, and you groaned as you noticed. You planned on getting to New Haven while it was still bright outside.

Now it would be dark when you came to New Haven, and you hated that. Shortly after the fifth song the sun was gone, and the only light were your headlights occasionally a streetlamp.

Suddenly there was a loud sound coming from the hood of your car and you slowed down unintentionally. Your face fell as you car came to a complete stop.

“No, no, no what are you doing? This can’t be happening,” you complained letting your head fall onto the steering wheel with a heavy sigh. You looked up and saw smoke coming from the hood, it made you quickly put on the hazard light and get out of the car.

Opening the hood, a huge cloud of black smoke busted out causing you to cough horribly.

“Fucking shit,” you cursed, it looked awful, and you probably needed someone to tow the car and you would need a taxi or something.

However, to even get a tow truck you needed your phone, getting it out of the car you noticed that you had no signal. Your face changed into confusion, your playlist was just playing so why wouldn’t that work?

Just then your playlist stopped as if it heard your thoughts. You looked around to see if there was anything, in the distance you thought you could make out a house.

You had no other choice but to walk there, it was too late for any car to come by, and it wasn’t like the road was very busy anyway. In the last hour you drove there was not one car coming by.

Walking down the dark, empty street an uneasy feeling climbed up your neck. You may be the only person on this street but that didn’t stop the fear.

After an exhausting fifteen minutes you finally found a house or more like a mansion, it looked beautiful. It was mostly dark, but a few rooms were still illuminated giving you a hint that someone was still awake.

Nervously you walked up to the front door and knocked while fumbling with your fingers.

The door opened and revealed a man with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes in a blue henley and dark jeans, had a broody expression on his face. “Hello?” he asked, confused looking you up and down.

“Hey, my uh car just broke down like fifteen minutes away from here and I’ve got no signal so I couldn’t call anyone. I don’t mean to intrude but uh, can you help me?” you asked softly not quite meeting his gaze.

“Yeah sure, let me just call Ari,” he turned around into the house, “Levinson! There’s a girl who needs help with her car, get ya ass down here,” he shouted making you flinch slightly.

Ari jogged down the stairs, stopped midway as he saw you. You looked gorgeous and so needy. He came back and continued towards you and Bucky, “hey there, I’m Ari nice to meet you,” he gave you a grin extending his right hand to you.

He had lighter hair than the other man but almost the same blue eyes, a full beard and longer hair, broad shoulders overall huge in contrast to the brunette he wore a light blue flannel and shorts.

Taking his hand you told him your name, your voice sounded melodic to both men.

“Let’s go Bucky,” Ari patted Bucky on the back and walked out, sending you a charming smile, “shit it’s rainin’,” he said after coming to a stop to wait for Bucky.

You didn’t even know it was raining, the door was covered. “Do you have an umbrella?” Bucky interrupted and you shook your head slightly. For the first time the brunette gave you a smile, “it’s okay, you can wait inside. Andy will keep you company, don’t worry we will find your car doll,” he promised before turning back once again, “Andy! Look after the pretty girl,” he shouted and followed after Ari.

Right then a man with the same dark hair as Bucky, just a little longer and more styled with a neat full beard walked in, he had a white dress shirt with a loosened necktie paired with dress pants.

Andy had the same reaction like Ari and Bucky, fully blown away by your beauty. Him and Bucky being the oldest in the house made them see a lot over the years but never someone like you. “I'm Andy,” he extended his hand to shake yours, you took his hand saying your name again, “my car just broke down,” you quickly added.

You were taken back by all the handsome men that lived here, you didn’t know how to act.

“Well come in I will make you a cup of tea and you can meet the rest of the guys,” Andy explained as he led you inside the house. Your eyes widened, there were more?

You followed him into the kitchen where you found another brunette, his hair was maybe as long as Andy’s but not as styled and looked like it had more volume. Unlike Andy and Ari he had a clean shaved face, even Bucky had a light stubble meaning it was still a difference to the other three. He had white shirt on with a red jacket on top that suited him perfectly and he was definitely on the hot list. “That's Brandon, but we call him Steve. We have two Steve's so to differentiate them just say Brandon,” Andy enlightened you.

Steve turned around, his reaction no different to Bucky, Ari and Andy. “Well hello, where did you come from?” he asked with a sly smirk. You are at a loss of words, too flabbergasted with the fact that you were in a house with four hot men. “Her car broke down, wanted to give her tea,” thank god Andy jumped in. He moved around the kitchen gathering the ingredients, “what kinda tea you like?” he questioned.

”Uh, I uhm like peppermint,” you said quietly not trusting your voice.

Andy gave you a reassuring smile, he liked your shyness but was also interested in seeing what else there was to you. Steve on the other hand wanted to get you out of yourself, he took your hand and guided you to sit on the kitchen island.

“Where were you headed?” Steve began asking you and leaned himself against the counter next to you. You took a shaky breath,“New Haven and then Boston to Italy.” The man's eyes widened and his lips formed into a grin, “I was in Italy once, a beautiful country.” As you were about to respond two new men walked in.

One had a mustache that looked like he came straight from a porno and shortish hair, he wore an expensive looking polo while the other man had shorter hair than Bucky but the same stubble and wore like Andy a dress shirt and pants. Both looked surprised to see you sitting on the counter.

“Just perfect! Bunny, that's Lloyd with porn stach and Nick with the Andy slash mob boss look,” Steve told you pointing at each one.

Your mouth dropped slightly open, another two men which looked hot as hell.

Before either one of them could say a word Ari and Bucky came back bearing bad news. “I'm sorry doll but that car of yours is gonna take a while, we could get a tow truck tomorrow. Do you have anywhere to be?” Bucky was the one to tell you.

“I wanted to visit my friend but I can cancel, I have this flight to Italy in four days though,” you explained to them. You had no idea what they would do, would they let you stay? You had nowhere else to go. “I think you can stay here, what do you guys think?” Ari asked out loud, stepping forward.

Lloyd as well as Nick were sure they would have no problem with you staying here and the others thought no different. That was when Lloyd remembered something, “we gotta ask Rogers, he will freak out if we don't and Drysdale too or at least tell him.” There were two more?

All of the men nodded, as if on queue there could be heard loud bickering from the next room.

Nick shook his head and walked to the door, opening it he shouted; “get in here assholes we have a meeting. Now,” the bickering stopped and in stepped a blonde man and brunette, both shaved clean and the hair as long as Andy, tall and good build. A wet dream.

“This is Y/n our guest, her car broke down and she needs a place to stay. Doll that's Ransom and Steve.”

So this was the other Steve, you looked from Bucky to the two who looked intrigued like the other seven did. “She can stay,” Ransom instantly said, causing relief to wash over you, thankful you didn't have to sleep in your car. “Yeah it's the right thing to do, we have enough guest bedrooms, I'll show you,” Steve waved at you to follow him. You quickly jumped from the kitchen island to follow him but not before Andy pressed the cup of tea into your hands. Whispering a thank you, you went after Steve.

As you were gone, Lloyd clicked his tongue against his teeth, “we're keeping here right?”

“Yes,” “definitely,” “yep,” “for sure,” “uh huh,” “'course,” all men in the room agreed with Lloyd.

“But I do wanna go to Italy,” Brandon cut in, for a moment everyone looked at him before they nodded their heads and gave their consent again.

“One thing though, do we tell her?” Andy asked, looking around. Some faces looked unsure while others thought they needed to tell you.

“I mean she will find out either way…,” Ransom brought up and got agreement in response. “Well then let's wish her a good night…separately,” groans could be heard as Andy made the announcement and got a pad on the back from Bucky.

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Always Meant To Be...

Ransom Drysdale x reader series Part 18/?

<Part 17<

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Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Ransom's family being assholes, Linda being creepy/nice, Walt/Richard being mean to Ransom, reader being called a whore, reader defends Ransom (again)

For the first time in his life, Ransom was excited to share some good news with his family, and it wasn't just because he was looking forward to the chaos that was bound to erupt from it. He was genuinely happy. Happier than any of his family ever have been and it wasn't because of money or being treated like the spoilt rich kid he once loved. It was because he finally had your love.

"Hey," You placed your hand on Ransom's knee as he put the car into park. "You good? You seem, nervous?" You asked.

He nodded. "I guess I kinda am..." He let out a nervous chuckle. "I've never had anything like this to tell them before. I guess, although I know what's going to happen, I'm kinda excited to tell them." He sighed. "Stupid, right?"

You shook your head. "No, Ran, it's not." You smiled at him. "They're your family and telling them should be an exciting moment... If they were normal."

The pair of you chuckled.

"At least, Harlan, will be happy." Ransom smiled as he laced his fingers with yours.

"Yeah. And, I'm sure, Wanetta, will be." You smiled back at him before leaning over and kissing him.

Ransom nodded and let out heavy sigh. "C'mon, lets get this over with, shall we?"

The two of you got out of his beamer and walked around to the front where Ransom took a hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it making you roll your eyes as you blushed. You walked up to the front door but before you opened it, Ransom stopped. He reached up and held the back of your head as he crashed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arm around his waist as you gladly let his tongue assault yours, moaning into his mouth.

The door suddenly open and Linda stood their with a scowl. "You're starting to look like one another." She said as she looked you both up and down.

You looked down at your clothes and chuckled, you hadn't even realised toud put a sweater on similar to what Ransom was wearing.

"Good job we're both fucking hot then." Ransom smirk as he pushed past his mother and entered the house pulling you close behind him.

"Your grandfather says you've got something to tell us. What is it?" Linda asked as Ransom helped you take your coat off.

Ransom rolled his eyes and pulled his own cost off. "Can't you wait five minutes? Fuck, I need a drink." He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going off into the kitchen.

You looked at Linda as she silently stared at you, "I'm not apologizing." You said firmly.

Linda's brow furrowed, "For what?"

"For the other day." You said turning to face her.

"Oh, the cunt thing." She raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk, creeping you out a little.

You nodded.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you to..."

You frowned at her, trying not to throw up in your mouth. Sweetie? "Excuse me?"

"You have some balls, speaking to me the way you did. There's not many people whom get away with it." She said as she stepped closer to you. "And there's not many people who defend my son like you do. Nor care about him. And there's no one who loves him like you, either. That's why I'm fine with how you spoke to me, Y/N. You put me in my place and it showed me how you really feel about him."

You gulped and nodded. "He didn't deserve to be spoken to like that."

Linda sighed. "I know you probably think I don't love my son, but I do. I'm terrible at showing it. I hate showing it, makes people weak... But I see with you and Ransom, it only makes you stronger... I've never seen Ransom love anyone the way he loves you." She turned with a smile and left you alone in the hallway stunned.

You don't think you'd ever seen Linda smile. You didn't think she could with how much work she'd had done.

Ransom walked out of the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, not expecting to find you stood where he left you. "Beautiful?" He walked up to you and handed you your drink. His eyebrows shot up as you effortlessly knocked your drink back in one. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head and looked up at him. "Your mother... smiled."

Ransom's brow furrowed, "Did her face crack?"

You shook your head and took his drink from him, downing that too. "She-" You shook your head. "Was nice to me." You shivered.

Ransom began laughing, "Don't be ridiculous. Mother doesn't do nice." Ransom wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "I'll get another drink, why don't you go on-"

"Hell no. I'm staying with you. What I just witnessed was creepy as shit." You quickly walked off towards the kitchen.

Ransom rolled his eyes with a chuckle and followed behind you. "What did she say? Maybe you misunderstood."

You shook your head as you walked into the kitchen saying a quick hello to Fran before you leant against the counter. "I didn't misunderstand, Ransom. Linda, said she didn't expect me to apologise for what I said to her."

"What? Are you sure?" Ransom frowned at you. "I can't imagine that. You basically called her a cunt."

Fran almost burst out laughing, quickly covering it up as a cough and apologising.

You chuckled, "She said, Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you too..." You held your hands out with your eyes open wide. "Creepy right?"

Ransom nodded. "That's pretty weird."

"Oh, that's not all she said. Apparently she thinks I have some balls for talking to her the way I did. And that, she could tell that I really cared about you and loved you, because I wasn't afraid to put her in her place... Then she said something like, I love my son, but I don't show it because I hate showing it, it makes people weak... But I see it only makes you stronger..."

Ransom's eyes widened. "Maybe she's drunk."

You shrugged, "Whatever, as long as she doesn't call me sweetie again." You shivered make making Fran chuckle.

"Maybe our news will turn her into a bitch again." Ransom smiled at you reassuringly.

"News? Are you two expecting?" Fran gave you a hopeful smile.

Your eyes widened a little. "Uh, no, Fran. Not that kind of news."

"I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." Ransom explained.

Fran smiled back, "Oh, wonderful. Congratulations." She then let out a soft sigh. "Although, it would be nice if you were having a baby too... I think you'd have cute children."

Ransom nodded, "Yeah, me too."

You turned to Ransom shocked. "You do?"

"Of course. We're hot." He shrugged. "Our kids would be super cute."

"Kids?" You raised your eyebrow. "Like two?"

Ransom nodded. "Or more. Whatever."

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at Fran.

"You've thought about having children, Hugh?" She asked sounding equally as surprised as you.

Ransom frowned at her, "That's none of your business." He snapped at her defensively making her jump. Ransom grabbed his drink and stormed out of the kitchen with a huff.

You let out a soft breath and looked at Fran. "Don't pay him any attention, Fran."

She shook her head. "I didn't mean to anger him. I was surprised to hear him talk about children, that's all."

You nodded. "Me too."

"You haven't spoken about them?"

You shook your head. "I've always assumed, Ransom, wouldn't want them."

"I think perhaps it's time you have this conversation with him, Y/N." Fran offered you a warm smile and a pat on the arm.

You thanked her and grabbed your own drink, leaving the kitchen and making your way to the lounge where everyone else already seemed to be bickering.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Walt huffed from where he sat.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to Harlan. "Hey." You smiled at him as he stood.

He cupped your face in his hands and smiled. "It's good to see you, kid. How are you?" He kissed your cheek before hugging you.

You gulped, feeling a lump form in your throat as you hugged him back. "Better, thank you. How are things going?" You asked looking at him.

Harlan nodded. "Fine. We'll talk later." He smiled. "Now, what's this news you and my grandson have to share with us?"

You smiled and sat down beside Ransom, letting him pull you into his side. You looked up at him and nodded. "You tell them."

"Oh God, you're pregnant, aren't you?" Joni gasped dramatically. "I thought you looked a little puffy."

Your mouth fell open in shock. "What the fuck?"

"Mind your language." Donna scowled at you as she covered Jacob's ears making you and Ransom roll your eyes.

"Jesus... Just what we need, another little shit." Walt huffed.

"Language, Walt." You mocked Donna making Marta snicker into her hand.

"Ransom." Richard said sternly as he stood in front of him.

"Father." Ransom looked up at Richard seriously making you chuckle.

Richard shook his head as he placed his hands on his hips, "You can't have a child, Ransom. You're just... not good enough." Richard sighed.

Your brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"He's right. You're a shitty person. How can you raise a child? You can barely wipe your own ass." Walt laughed.

"Oh, and the two of you are the world's greatest fathers." You scoffed. "Ransom, isn't a shitty person, asswipe," You glared at Walt. "And he will make a great father because he learnt from the pair of you what makes a shit father. He wouldn't be a fucking asshole to his children nor would he try to ruin his child's happiness to make money."

Ransom smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're too sweet, beautiful." He whispered making you blush.

"Ransom, is it true, you're going to be a father?" Harlan asked with a hopeful look in his eye.

As you looked at Harlan you began to feel guilty.

Ransom shook his head with a sigh. "It's not that sort of news, grandpa." Ransom cleared his throat. "I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." He smiled to himself. "We're going to be buying a place together."

Harlan began grinning. "Well that's equally as wonderful news. The right place for you two to be taking your relationship."

You nodded. "Glad you think so, Harlan."

"Oh for heavens sake." Walt huffed as he stood up. "You can't be serious, dad. Can't you see what's she doing?"

Harlan sighed as you and Ransom glared at Walt. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me what I'm not seeing."

"She's clearly a gold digging whore. Wasn't she fired from her job? How exactly is she going to afford buying a new house, hmm?" Walt glared at you.

"She wasn't fired, shit head, she quit." Ransom defended you.

"And not that it's any of your business, but I have a thing called savings." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"And I assume you'll be selling your apartment?" Harlan asked.

You nodded. "Yep. And I'm working on getting a new job."

"Any ideas what you want to do, yet?" Harlan asked trying to change the subject.

You let out a heavy sigh as you shook your head. "I want to do something different but I'm just not sure what."

"I told you, beautiful, let me take care of you. I make enough money. You don't need to work." He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You covered your mouth as you laughed at him and your inside joke. A few days ago Ransom 'jokingly' suggested being your sugardaddy instead of you finding a new job. As appealing as it sounds to be spoilt all the time in return for certain sexual favors, you wanted a job. You knew Ransom would spoil you anyway and get the sexual favors he wanted regardless. You couldn't say no and why would you want to.

"Ah ha!" Walt pointed at you. "See! She's just a who-"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Walt!" Linda shouted as she stood up. "And you!" She snapped at Donna before she could sqwark about using bad language in front of her son.

"Linda-"

"No! Shut it!" She got close to Walt and jabbed him in the chest. "I've had a fucking 'nough of the same old bullshit. You complain and whine that, Ransom, is lazy and needs to grow up and start thinking of others. And when he's clearly started doing what you've been screaming about for years, you fucking complain!" Linda glared at Walt. "It ends, now."

Walt stared up at Linda in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Richard cleared his throat as he approached his wife. "Linda-"

"That goes for you, too. Can't you see for once our son is actually a joy to be around." Linda glared him.

Richard scoffed, "All he ever says is eat shit and throws insults at us."

"Maybe if you weren't all such assholes to him from the moment he walks into the room." You muttered into your glass.

"Nobody asked you." Richard hissed at you.

"That's enough!" Harlan stood up from his chair with Martha's help. "Yes, Ransom, has made some questionable decisions in his life, but haven't we all. And the positive thing to take from it is that he's making changes to be a better man. Changes that make me proud of him. Changed that make me excited to see what his future holds for him." Harlan smiled proudly at Ransom. "Now,  let's go eat."

As you stood to follow everyone out to the dining room, Ransom pulled back down onto his lap.

He crashed his lips against yours hungrily as he held the back of your hand in one hand and forced his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as your fingers tangled in his sweater.

He pulled back with a satisfied hum, "Have I told you I love you?" He smiled.

You nodded with a soft giggle. "One or twice."

"I should tell you more then." He kissed you again but this time slower.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you got lost in the kiss.

"RANSOM!" Linda shouted from the doorway making the two of you jump. "Can you not fuck on couch. Christ!"

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Pairing : Ransom Drysdale x Street Racer!Reader

Warning: mentioning stealing and illegal activities

Ransom had an audacious plan forming in his mind as he stood there, his smug smirk undeterred by Bolt's annoyance. Her reputation as a legendary street racer intrigued him, and he was determined to experience the thrill that had eluded him for so long.

Bolt, on the other hand, was not impressed by Ransom's proposal. Her world was built on speed, skill, and adrenaline, not on privileged whims. She glanced at her Toyota 86, contemplating her options. Could teaching this rich, impulsive guy the art of street racing be worth her time?

Ransom noticed her hesitation and decided to sweeten the deal.

"Listen," he began, his tone more persuasive,

“I can make it worth your while. I've got resources, connections, and, most importantly, money. You help me become a street racer, and I'll pay you a hefty check”

Bolt crossed her arms, still skeptical.

"Money won't buy you the skills you need to race," she retorted "Pursuing illegal activities isn't a walk in the park. It requires dedication, practice, and constant alertness against the risks of getting caught, all while trying to outwit authority."

Ransom, undeterred, leaned in closer. "I may not have the skills yet, but I have something you might find valuable – a challenge. If you can turn me into a formidable street racer, it'll be a testament to your expertise.” he says with a smug look

Bolt raised an eyebrow, her irritation giving way to a hint of curiosity. She had always loved a challenge, and teaching a rich playboy the secrets of the street could be the ultimate test of her abilities.

"Fine," she conceded, her expression softening slightly. "I'll teach you, but only if you're serious about this. Don't act like a snob, just follow my lead."

Ransom nodded eagerly. "Deal”

As they sealed their agreement, Ransom couldn't help but remembered vividly how Bolt had hijacked his car just two months ago, a fact he hadn't shared yet.

Bolt noticed the mischievous expression on Ransom's face and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What's going through that head of yours now?" she asked.

Ransom hesitated for a moment before deciding to come clean. "That Beamer you saw me driving earlier? You hijacked it two months ago."

Bolt's expression shifted from surprise to a defensive stance. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she faced Ransom. "So, you knew it was your car all along, and you still approached me?"

Ransom nodded, still grinning, but his tone had nothing but exitment. "Yeah, I did. But it got me thinking. I want to commit Grand theft”

“No” she says with no hesitation

“Oh come on! I want to commit to doing it the unethical way possible” he says practically on his knee begging

Bolt sighed, realizing that Ransom was genuinely excited about the idea of car part theft.

“Fine," she relented, but her tone was measured.

“But remember, this isn't just about grabbing parts. It's about knowing which parts to take and how to use them. It's a strategy, not just theft."

Ransom nodded enthusiastically, fully embracing the challenge.

“I get it, Bolt. So, who do you think I should target first?"

Bolt smirked, her competitive spirit rekindled. "Tell me, Ransom, who do you hate the most in this town? That's where we start."

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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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a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people don’t realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way ♡

summary: “so, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtis’ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress. 

With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time. 

Thanks to your three roommates who’d insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasn’t just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs. 

“Hey guys!” a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, “good evening or good–, whatever time of day it is for you.” 

The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didn’t. 

TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?

DrownByPussy: Omg you’re finally live! I’ve been hard all day knowing I’d get to see you today.

“Hi Frogo, yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day, but I’m hoping that it might get even better, because I’ve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,” your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, “so, today is a friend of mine’s birthday and–, wait,” you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, “I haven’t seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if you’re here, you better log off right now or you’ll ruin your surprise,” you warned, glancing straight into the camera, “I’ll give you five seconds get off,” a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, “five… four… three… two… one,” you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, “okay, so now that it’s just us, I can tell you what I’ve got planned,” you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, “there is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for… any guesses?”

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm… is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action? 

8inchStallion: Threesome? 

“Nope. All fun suggestions, but no.”

TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?

Cream314159: How about anal? 

“Cream! Yes! You guessed it!” you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, “it is anal that he’s been dreaming about.”

Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.

ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.

TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so you’d let me fuck your tight little ass.

“So, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

KyleKyleson: Yes!

UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, let’s get you ready to take that monster cock.

Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didn’t look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You weren’t completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when you’d go get the mail or other activities where you would know you’d bump into him. You didn’t judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now. 

As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen. 

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.

“Oh, thanks A,” you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, “yeah, it is. It matches the dress I’m planning on wearing tonight, so I thought I’d be cute.”

Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back.  

“Yes, sir, of course,” you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder. 

729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?

Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.

Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, “oh, you want me to spank my ass?” before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, “alright, baby,” and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, “how many do you think? Let’s say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.”

TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 – 10 spanks, with a paddle

BootyLover47 tipped $35 – 4 spanks

MrHansen tipped $100 – 6 spanks 

“Thank you guys,” you wiggled playfully for them, “and Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!” you squeaked ecstatically, “well, I guess I better start counting then.” 

After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see. 

WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties… they’re soaked, aren’t they?

Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.

“They are, Winter,” you blinked up at the camera, “man, I wish you were here to give me a hand.”

NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, don’t be shy now.

“You want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?”

And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely. 

Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadn’t taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.

You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south. 

“Fuck,” your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, “oh, that feels so good.” 

Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.

8inchStallion: Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that. 

Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, they’re always my favourite. 

“I know, daddy,” a light giggle tore through your form, “I’m honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasn’t happened yet.” 

BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist. 

“No, no, I’m not, I love anal,” you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, “I just haven’t really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, I’ve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,” you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex. 

Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, I’m gonna cum!

“Oh, yes, please cum for me, sir,” you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage. 

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 – Don’t let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be. 

Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity. 

Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of. 

Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties. 

Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon. 

“Y/n, hey,” the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away. 

“Ransom,” you couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, “hello.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.” 

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, “it’s my roommate’s birthday party.” 

“Right, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boys…” as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, “you look good tonight, by the way.”

“I–…” your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, “Ransom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, that’s all I’m asking for.”

His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, “babe, come on–”

Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, “I haven’t been your babe since you broke up with me.”

He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadn’t been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasn’t exclusively a slut for him and him alone. He’d told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadn’t even hesitated when you didn’t choose him. 

A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, “fine.”

Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, “fine,” before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen. 

Luckily, your search didn’t drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend. 

“There you are!” you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtis’ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him. 

“Baby!” he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, “hey!”

Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, “are you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?”

“Nah, not this round,” he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, “what do you need?”

Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, “I just have a present to give you…”

“Another one?” he blinked as you dragged him up the steps. 

“Well, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,” you offered him a warm smile. 

“Man,” he exhaled as you reached the upper level, “happy birthday to me,” a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms. 

It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers. 

“Happy birthday, Curtis,” you didn’t waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss. 

It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame. 

Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didn’t take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch. 

At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor. 

“This is so much better than losing at pool,” he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.

“I’d sure hope so,” you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, “although, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.”

“Consolation prize?” his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, “that’s not what you were last week.”

“Yeah, but that was different,” your giggle vibrated against him, “it’s okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home you’ll get to win and show the others who’s boss,” you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth. 

When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest. 

As you felt Curtis’ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side.  

Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds. 

As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.

You didn’t warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed you’d let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else. 

“Oh–, holy shit,” his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, “baby, you’re–”

“I know,” you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation. 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Told you I had another present for you,” your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick. 

His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, “oh my god, you’re the fucking best…” 

It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out. 

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites. 

“O-oh, fuck,” you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers. 

Since you’d backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity. 

Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours. 

Though the blissful pause didn’t last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out. 

His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you. 

However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.

Even though you couldn’t really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtis’ pace for some reason hadn’t slowed down in the slightest. 

“No, I’m not kidding, that’s really what–, oh,” Bucky’s sentence paused as soon he spotted you, “hello you two.”

You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer. 

As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steve’s, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, “hey.”

“Hmm–, hi…” you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtis’ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust. 

“Was wondering where you guys were,” Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, “I thought she already gave you her little present.”

“You knew?” Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didn’t hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.

“I’m sorry what was that? You’re being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,” Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, “look, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.” 

“Yeah, said that if you didn’t get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,” Steve added. 

“Aw,” you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, “you’d really have done that?”

“I did say you deserve the world, so yeah,” you managed to squeak. 

“It’s so cute how sappy birthdays make you,” Bucky smirked, “such a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.” 

As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtis’ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back. 

“Yeah, she really is just such a good little girl, aren’t you?” Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs. 

“Mhm…” you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief. 

Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, “what was that, sweetheart?”  

“I’m a–,” you blubbered as Curtis’ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, “I’m a g-good girl–”

“Yes, you are, baby, that’s right,” Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, “the fucking best.”

“Oh, oh! She’s so close to cumming, I can see it!” Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, “just look at that face,” he nearly jumped to get closer, “so fucking pretty.”

“Come on, Y/n,” Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, “give us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.” 

Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack. 

After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.

Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtis’ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table. 

“You wanna go down and dance?” his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear. 

“Just give me a second,” you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, “my legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,” you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle. 

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Bucky smirked from across the table, “we’ll help keep you upright.” 

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“Well we meet again darling..” (he spoke softly, he sneered, SHERLOCK SPOKE)

You did not introduce a new speaker and assumed the reader should just know who has entered the scene. You didn’t but any actions at the wnd of any of your sentences. What are they doing as they speak? How did they say it? How are they feeling by their tone and movements? I feel like i am reading from a steno machine

“Well we all know that you are not smart enough to solve this case alone sooo”

When has Henry Cavill’s Sherlock ever shown himself to be that nasty?

Spelling errors

Non-canon compliance. Sherlock Holmes spoke many languages including Latin.

“Sherlock then went off starting to search for some new clues and he even asked other people if they have seen or heard anything.”

Where are we? An alleyway? A store? Where are the people? I wrote like this when i was 10 and rushing through stories. This all reads like actions that the writer rushed down because they wanted to get to the end of the story. A tempting thing to do, but ends in poor results.

“Meanwhile you read the letter and saw that it was full of threats. One of the threats was murder.”

Show the letter. Let the audience in on the mystery and danger. The last sentence, and the one before it makes me feel like i’m being told a spooky campfire story by a 7 year old in the living room. Cadence and detail and all.

You and Sherlock searched for a little bit more and then he invited you over to his home so you could investigate the case a little bit better.” Where were you? Where are you now in thr apartment? Did you walk? Ride in a carriage? What’s the case?

“Even though you did not want to, you accepted the offer.” What was the charactet thinking? How did they go from not wanting to work together to accepting the help? What changed?

“You have noticed that he would often stare at you and that his hand would often brush your ass.”

Odd choice for a Victorian era wealthy gentleman. Are they standing? Where? Balcony? How close are they? Is he standing behind her?

(He even tried your breast but then you moved so he failed.)

Why is this in parenthesis?

“Sherlock pulling your dress up. His fingers brushed your heated core, and that made you turn on.”

……i…i have never been drier. That made you turn on? Really? Why are we rushing? Why are we using phrases inccorectly?

“You laid down on his desk as he started to get you undressed. Later on you helped him get undressed too.”

Show us. Show us them undressing each other. Build the anticipation.

“After a few minutes of making out naked on his desk, Sherlock pulled out his hard member out.”

Show us. Build the anticipation more. Make US feel horny. Is he kissing her neck too? Her chest? How?

“-Sherlock pulled out his hard member out.”

“-ohh boy, he was huge.” 🙄

More typos

“After a few minutes he started to thrust harder and faster.”

What’s that like? Is it good? How does it feel? Are they making noise? What are they doing with their hands? Are they looking at each other? How?

“-and enjoyed the aftermath”

Say it. Describe it.

“I think we should work on more cases together.” He said.

“ Yea, I think so too”

What was the point of making them exes if there was no resolution to the conflict? No discussion of it? Why give us the backstory of her parents if it was not once mentioned? Why not delve into it? What made her even have sex with him in the first place? We never see the change or any feelings about him or the situation.

I was talked at with bulletpoints about the character, read a steno transcript, then given no buildup with cringey phrases that were used improperly, given no tension and curiosity, and then given no resolution. I never found out why the backstory was relevant, what the murder mystery was or where it even took place, or what our characters are thinking, feeling, and even doing.

Disappointing at best.

Again, English is not my native language. I speak 5 other languages and it’s hard to find the perfect words to describe something or to even write grammar properly. I know that you are disappointed, so am I, but I am trying my best.

I will edit the story later on today so that it’s more like a story

[krirebr]

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Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.

Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, explicit language, the slooowest burn - See each chapter for individual warnings. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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Series in progress

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The love we gave away

Chapter 6

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: the Thromby/Drysdale family they're a warning all of their own, mentions of drinking, angst, implied past child abuse, idk what else...

A/N: Here we have the long awaited follow up. A new character is introduced, will he be competition for Ransom? 👀 The Thromby/Drysdale family are the worst, at least the adults are. I have made Harlan more of the father figure that Ransom deserved.

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Ransom was more annoyed than usual. His family bickered amongst each other over the most mundane things, he couldn’t bear it. Not even with a drink or two of his grandfather’s best  scotch. He should have known better than to come for family dinner on Friday night. Joni was going on and on about some new facial cream or diet or something very vain. Richard and Linda were arguing again. Walt was talking with Harlan about who knows what. Probably trying to persuade him to fire Ransom. 

“What are you sulking about now?” Linda’s attention moved from her husband to her son. 

“Nothing mother. It’s not like you’d actually care, you never have.” 

“Show your mother some respect.” Richard snaps at his son. That gets the attention of everyone in the room.

“Like you do?”

“You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t get stuck raising those little brats with that gold digging whore you had in high school. They’d be little shits just like you.” 

His family loved to bring that up. Throw his kids in his face as if they had been a mistake. But he knew that they weren’t. Sure, neither of you were ready to have children at 17 but that didn’t mean that he didn’t love them. And knowing them now Ransom is sure that they are the best part of him.

“You don’t know shit Richard. I sure as hell would have been a better father than you.”

His parents, Walt, Joni and Donna all laugh at him. 

“You, a good father? Please, a snake could raise a kid better than you.” 

“Eat shit Richard.” Ransom snarls. 

It took everything in him not to close the distance between himself and his father and wipe that smug smirk off his face. Ransom knew better than to fall into their little games but after everything that happened at the wedding a week ago. Neither time nor distance have made him feel better. Ransom knows he should have gone after you but the look on your face after he said what he did left him frozen in place. He’s never been good with apologies but he knows he has to make it right with you. 

“Watch your mouth before I remind you of your place.” Richard snapped back as he made his way toward Ransom.

“What are you gonna do old man? You think you can put your hands on me like you used to? I’d love it if you gave me a reason to kick your ass.” 

“That’s enough.” Harlan speaks up. “If you can’t behave like an adult you can leave.” 

“You heard dad, Ransom. Are you leaving or are you staying?” 

Ransom glares at his mother. 

“I was speaking to you Linda and your husband. You should know better than to provoke him.” 

“That is outrageous. You’re going to kick me out of my own home over this pathetic excuse of a son?” 

“This isn’t your house, Linda, it’s mine. Out. Everyone and I don’t want to hear excuses.” Harlan says as he gets up to go to his study. “Come with me Ransom.” 

Ransom stands and for the first time the whole week he manages to at least smirk, satisfied that everyone is left whining and bitching. 

****

“Sit and tell me what happened.” Harlan motions to the chairs next to the table he has a chessboard set up.  

Ransom grimaces at the memory of everything that happened at the wedding and his harsh words towards you. 

“I fucked up.” Ransom says as he picks up a chess piece and inspects it. Harlan raises an eyebrow at the curse word. “I messed up and probably ruined everything with Y/N.” 

“How so?” 

Ransom sighs and explains the wonderful weekend you’d had together before the wedding, leaving out the details of sleeping together of course. Then he explains how Bertie had just shown up without warning even though he had broken up with her. Finally Ransom explained the fight you’d had and what he’d said. 

“That temper of yours will always get you in trouble.” Harlan finally says but he sends an empathetic look Ransom's way. “So do you want to fix it?”

“Of course I do.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I have to. I have to do right by Y/N for once in my miserable life and for the kids. They don’t need to be caught up in the mess I created.” 

“That’s all? Those are the only reasons?” Harlan says with a knowing smile on his face. 

“Yes those are the only reasons.” 

Harlan scoffs and shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. He learned a long time ago that it’s easier to let Ransom come to his own realizations instead of throwing them in his face. 

“Fine, I still love Y/N. I’m in love with her. These last few weeks and this past weekend reminded me of it.” Ransom was up and pacing the length of the study. When he turned to look back at his grandfather he found a smug smirk on the older man’s lips and he rolled his eyes. “I never stopped loving her but I wasn’t good enough for her then and I’m obviously not good enough for her, for them, now.” 

“So then get better.” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Sometimes it is. But you have to start by figuring out what will happen between you and Alberta and apologizing to both of them.” 

“Both of them?” 

“Yes. Alberta for stringing her along and Y/N for everything else. Sit down and have a real conversation. Lay everything out on the table so that if you start a relationship again that it’s on good terms and not haunted by the mistakes of the past.” Harlan says as he gets up. “And bring me my great grandkids soon. I’d very much like to meet them.”

 With that Harlan walks out and leaves Ransom to think on what he should do first. 

You walk into Wanda’s home with a bottle of wine in hand. She loved to host small dinner parties. Wanda especially loved to introduce her and her husband’s friends to each other. You weren’t surprised to walk in and see a few people already sitting and chatting but your eyes are pulled to someone in particular across the room. 

“I’d recognize that hair anywhere.” You say with a laugh once you’re close enough. “Hi Ari.” 

“Y/N?” He turned around and smiled. “Wow what a small world.”

“Small indeed.” 

You accept the hug he offers you and chuckle when he lifts you up slightly.

“It’s been so long, you look as beautiful as ever.” 

“Me? What about you? You look amazing.” You say as you give him a quick up and down. He had filled in quite nicely. His shoulders were stronger and broader. The jeans he wore accentuated his strong thighs and you were sure that under the button up he wore was a wall of pure muscle. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’m glad you made it.” Wanda came up and gave you a side hug. “Do you know Ari? He and Viz are working on a project together.” 

“Yes. We actually met a long time ago in Italy.” 

“Fun times.”

“Yeah, they were.” You smirked.

“This is great. Do you mind if I borrow Y/N for just a moment?” 

“Not at all. I’ll be here.” Ari winks and watches as you walk away. 

****

“Oh my god. You know Ari? I invited him to introduce you. This is even better.” Wanda ranted as she held and shook you slightly. 

“Wanda, I’m not looking for anything with anyone right now.” 

“Because of asshole Ransom? Please, you know the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” 

“Last time I got over Ransom was with Ari. I don’t think it really would be fair for that to happen again.” 

“Oh please,” Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “You’ve never truly gotten over Ransom and you’re older now.” She grabs a wine glass and a bottle to serve you a drink.

“Thanks for that.” 

“I mean, you’ve learned a lot since you last saw Ari. Things are different now.” 

“Wanda I love you with all of my heart and you are one of my closest friends but please don’t meddle.” You grab the glass of wine Wanda had offered and take a sip. 

“Fine. Although I’m completely against you not climbing him like a tree. I mean have you seen him?” 

“Yes Wanda I saw him.” 

“Ok but did you look at him? I mean as a designer anything you put him in he’d look good. Especially your bed.” 

“Wanda!” You chastise her as she walks away laughing. 

**** 

The room was starting to get stuffy and overwhelming with drunken chatter so you stepped out onto Wanda’s balcony. The twinkling lights of the city lay below you and you sigh as your thoughts go back to Ransom. The weekend had been so special, like a move in the right direction. Your hurt and jealousy drove you to push his buttons. It should have come as no surprise that he responded the way he did but he had never talked to you like that. Maybe you didn’t know him at all anymore and that broke your heart just a little more. You spent the whole week thinking over what you could have done differently. Maybe if you would have let him explain things would be different. 

“Getting all the answers you need over there?” Ari’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“What makes you think I need answers?” 

You turn to watch as he walks over and leans against the railing. 

“Did you forget I met you in Italy? You had the same face back then.” 

“Same face I’ve had all my life.” You quip weakly. 

“And a beautiful one at that. But I’m talking about the pouty look you have right now. If memory serves me right it was because of a guy that broke your heart.” 

You had been looking at the city again when you turned your head and gaze at him. He was right back then and he was right now. 

“I’ll take your silence as a yes. What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” He’s looking at you now, watching for any change in your expression.

“The same guy did the same thing.” 

Ari shakes his head and stands up straight. He turns his body completely towards you and leans his hip against the railing. His arms come to sit across his broad chest. 

“Give me his name and I’ll kick his ass.” 

You chuckle and wave a hand dismissively at him. 

“It’s my own fault really. I actually hadn’t seen him since before Italy and we reconnected recently. I thought there were some feelings there but I guess I was wrong.” You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing much too it. And I can’t really just cut him out of my life right now so I’m trying to be prepared for when I see him again.” 

Ari just nodded. He watched you intently though. 

“I know what will cheer you up.” 

“Do tell.” 

“A night out with me and some dessert. Why don’t we get out of here?” He stretched his hand out for you to take.

Ari was always an adventure and he always found a way to take you along for the ride.

You woke up the next day around noon. There was a dull ache behind your eyes and you groaned when you opened them just to be met with sunlight. The night with Ari had been fun but you should have known better than to assume you would get regular dessert. He managed to find a place that sold boozy desserts. That added with your two glasses of wine gave you a hangover. Overall it was a fun night, it reminded you of the summer days in Italy. When Ari would pick you up and you’d run around freely in the city. It also helped to keep your mind off of Ransom. 

You drag yourself to the bathroom and once you’re done with your morning routine you grab your phone. Wanda sent you a reminder for a dress you needed to work on and you had a few texts from Ransom, Ari, Abigail and Theadore. You reply to them, except for Ransom and decide to get dressed in order to head into your office to get some much needed work done. 

****

You’d been in your office for hours. Most of your time was spent drawing, choosing fabrics, cutting out patterns and then changing things around. The sun had started to set, the last few rays filled your work space with golden light. It only inspired you more. You were so engrossed in your work you didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. 

Ransom stood in the doorway. You looked beautiful bathed in the golden glow of the disappearing sun. His heart ached as he watched you diligently and meticulously pin the fabric together. This was you in your true element. He’d seen it countless times and he’d missed it. After watching you work for a few minutes he knocked, startling you. Your eyes snap up to the door and the smile that was forming on your lips vanishes when you realize that it’s him. 

“Hey.” Ransom says cautiously. 

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk. I messaged you but you didn’t answer.”

“So you decided to drop by instead?” You  step away from the dress you had been working on and cross your arms. 

Ransom sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, what happened at the wedding-“

“Should have never happened. It’s obvious we weren’t on the same page about what it meant.” 

Ransom’s heart was practically thrashing in his chest. 

“What did it mean to you?” He walked into the room. 

“It doesn’t matter what it meant. The moment is over and we can just continue our lives like before.” 

“What about Theodore and Abigail?” 

“I can be civil towards you around them if necessary but I think it’s best if we spend time with them separately from now on.” You could barely look at him, it hurt too much. Tears were starting to gather in your eyes. 

“No. I don’t want to do that. Fuck, I want to fix this, Thimble. What I said at the wedding? I didn’t mean any of it. I was an asshole and I deserve you being angry at me but don’t give up on us just yet. I want us to be together.” He said as he stepped closer to you only to have you move away from him. “I’m sorry ok. Give me a chance. I promise I won’t fuck this up.”  

“I can’t. You’ll just break my heart again and I won’t be able to take it. Not again, not after everything we’ve already been through.”   

A heavy tension hung in the air. The only sound was your deep breaths as you tried to hold back your tears. Ransom opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He knew that if he wanted to convince you he was serious about this relationship he’d have to show you. Instead he turned and started to leave and you felt like your heart was breaking all over again anyways.

“I’m going to make this right.” Ransom promises before leaving. 

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A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.

THE DUFF (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

NIGHTLIFE (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

WASTED (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

SNAKE EYES (Loki, MCU)

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UP ALL NIGHT (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

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Nothing Has Changed - 1

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Words Count: 2,143

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

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The clink of the spoon against the teacup echoed in the room. Your father, Tom, stared down at the tea, trying to keep his composure, but his heart ached for you.

He looked up at you sitting across from him. You could see the worry in his eyes, yet he seemed more concerned about you thinking he needed support, when it was supposed to be the other way around.

“Eat the cookies. You need to eat. You’ve lost a lot of weight,” Tom said, pushing the plate of cookies closer to you. His voice was gentle but firm.

The cold plate touched your skin, jolting you back to reality. You couldn’t believe that you had once promised never to come back home. Your father looked so much older than the last time you saw him, seven years ago.

As you watched him, you could see the lines on his face, the graying hair, the tiredness in his eyes. He looked fragile, contrasting to the robust and indifferent man you remembered.

He used to be so distant and reserved, his eyes always seeming to look through you rather than at you. His mind was always elsewhere, consumed by his work. You remember feeling invisible as if you were never a priority in his life.

He doesn’t know that you were an outcast and bullied the whole time you grew up in this town. It was all because of his job and the house you lived in.

Flashback Starts

In this town, there was only one mortician—your dad. And the funeral home was connected to your house.

Kids your age made fun of you relentlessly. They called your father the angel of death and labeled your home as hell. The bullying started early and only intensified as you got older. By high school, it felt like there was no escape.

But then, a glimmer of hope arrived when a new kid from the city transferred to your school.

His name was Ransom Drysdale-Thrombey. He was sent to this small-town school because he was a troublemaker. The principal asked you to help Ransom, hoping you could help him.

At first, it was tough. Ransom was resistant, and his rough exterior matched the rumors about him. But you stayed patient and persistent.

Over time, Ransom began to open up to you. His academic performance started to improve, and slowly, a bond formed between you.

Because of Ransom’s improvement, you met his family for the first time. It turned out that Drysdale was a mighty name. His family owned a big bank.

This was the turning point. Ransom introduced you to his grandfather, Harlan Drysdale. “Grandpa, my friend here is a genius. She’s the one who solved the issues you’ve been stressing about. I just showed it to her to ask her opinion, and she solved it.”

Harlan, the patriarch of the company, exuded a charisma you had never seen before. He looked at you with a mix of curiosity and respect.

You felt nervous, your hands trembling slightly as you stood there. Harlan’s presence was intimidating, but there was a kindness in his eyes that put you at ease.

“Is that so?” Harlan said, a smile spreading across his face. “I’d like to hear more about this solution of yours.”

Ransom beamed with pride as he gestured for you to explain. You took a deep breath and started to talk about your idea, feeling a strange sense of confidence growing inside you. Harlan listened intently, nodding along, his expression thoughtful.

When you finished, Harlan leaned back in his chair, clearly impressed. “You have a remarkable mind,” he said. “Ransom is lucky to have you as a friend.”

For the first time in a long time, you felt seen and appreciated. You glanced at Ransom, who gave you an encouraging nod.

Meeting Harlan and the Drysdale family marked the beginning of a new chapter. You were no longer just the mortician’s kid. You were someone with potential, someone who could make a difference.

The years of bullying and isolation started to feel like a distant memory, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and possibility.

He looked at you and slowly nodded. “For a high school student to solve a credit issue is amazing. I’m glad my grandson found a hidden talent.”

Your heart felt warm. You had never received such a compliment in your life.

“You will be a valuable asset in the future. Dear, are you interested in working with me?” Harlan asked.

“Yes, sir!” you replied quickly.

This was your golden ticket to leaving this town, having a better life, and succeeding.

After graduating high school, you packed your bags, said goodbye to your dad, and jumped into Ransom's car. As the car started moving, you didn’t glance back even once.

You had made your decision to leave everything behind.

You received a scholarship for college from the Drysdale charity, supported by a glowing recommendation letter from Harlan himself. You studied hard, like a person possessed, determined to graduate quickly and start working at the Drysdale company.

You graduated in two years and fulfilled your promise to work with Harlan. You gave it your all, becoming a workaholic to prove yourself.

Your hard work paid off, and you made a name for yourself in the finance world. They called you the “female Midas” because every company's stock you bought saw its price soar.

Harlan was proud of you; you could see it in his eyes.

Then everything changed after Harlan died.

The company's business structure changed too, with Ransom in charge. You tried to talk to him, but he didn’t listen.

One day, the FBI raided your office and accused you of insider trading. You hadn’t done it, but the accusation hit hard. Even without proof, you lost friends, and your trading and financial licenses were revoked.

You called Ransom, but he didn’t pick up. You tried contacting the other Drysdales, but nobody wanted to help.

You had spent seven years celebrating Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas with them, but they still hadn’t accepted you.

You had poured your sweat, blood, and tears into this company, only to be thrown away. After everything, they still hadn’t accepted you. The way they made you feel like family, only to discard you, was a sick joke.

Even a wolf would accept a dog into its pack.

You sat alone in your empty apartment, your hands trembling with anger and betrayal. The silence was deafening, starkly contrasting to the lively gatherings you once shared with the Drysdales. The warmth you once felt from their acceptance had turned cold and hollow.

You looked at the framed photo on your desk, a picture of you and Harlan on the day you graduated. His proud smile felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the harsh reality of your present.

You picked up your phone one last time, scrolling through the countless unanswered messages to Ransom and the Drysdales. Each one felt like a dagger, a reminder of the trust and loyalty you had given, only to be met with silence and abandonment.

You have lost everything. The court has taken your apartment, your car, and blocked your bank account until the investigation is done.

You feel ashamed and don’t have any close friends to turn to.

Your last hope is your hometown. With your small amount of cash, you pack your laptop and a few outfits and take the last train home.

When you call your dad, his voice sounds uncertain when he hears you’re coming home and ask if he can pick you up.

It’s late at night when you arrive. It’s just you and your dad. You’re grateful no one else is around to see you.

Tom looks nervous. He tries to ask you on the car ride home, “Did something happen?”

You close your eyes and lean your head against the window. “I’m tired. I’ll tell you tomorrow morning.”

“Ah. Right. You must be tired,” Tom says, his voice shaky.

The silence in the car is heavy, filled with unspoken words. Tom glances at you occasionally, his worry evident in the rearview mirror. You can feel the weight of his concern, but you can’t bring yourself to talk about it yet.

When you finally pull up to the house, it looks the same as when you left. The familiarity is both comforting and painful. Tom helps you with your bags, his hands trembling slightly.

You only brought one bag, but he wanted to carry it, as if carrying your burden. He could feel that you were going through something.

Inside, the house is quiet. You head straight to your old room, which hasn’t changed much. The sight of it brings a lump to your throat.

You drop your bags and sit on the edge of the bed, feeling exhausted and defeated.

Tom lingers in the doorway, unsure of what to do. “If you need anything, just let me know,” he says softly.

“Thanks, Dad,” you reply, managing a weak smile. He nods and gently closes the door, leaving you with your thoughts. The weight of your situation presses down on you, but at least here, in this small room, you feel a glimmer of safety.

Flashback End

*******

The next morning, you woke up with no desire to move on. But seeing your dad already waiting for you, you couldn’t make him wait for an answer.

So you told him about the struggle you're facing right now.

Tom wasn’t ready for this. He thought you returned because your heart was broken by Ransom or you missed home. Or, you missed him.

After hearing every word that came out of your mouth, he couldn’t believe it. His only daughter had been betrayed like this.

“I need to stay here for a while,” you said. You would stay until you heard from the court. You had sent them evidence proving your innocence.

"Why did you say that like you're asking for permission? This is your home," Tom replied. He didn’t care if you were a criminal or a murderer. If you needed a place to hide, he would provide it for you.

"Thanks, Dad," you said, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

'Knock. Knock.'

You and Tom looked at the door. Only he stood up. It seemed like he was already expecting someone.

He opened the door. "You're here early," he said.

You sipped your tea, assuming the newcomer was just another guest of your dad's.

"Nothing ever goes wrong when you do things early," the voice said cheerfully and friendly.

You almost choked on your tea. The voice sounded all too familiar, and you prayed it wasn't who you thought it was.

"Thanks. I'll meet you at the morgue in 5 minutes," said Tom as he moved to close the door.

"Are you having a guest?" the person asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Tom replied, his voice a little tense.

"Why are you nervous? Do you have a special friend?" The teasing tone drew closer.

You closed your eyes and clenched your fists. You knew your dad, short and not as physically imposing, wouldn't be able to stop the tall, athletic man approaching.

"Y/N?" the voice said, confirming your worst fears.

You opened your eyes and saw the new guest. Locking gazes with him, you felt a surge of apprehension and dread. He was Bucky Barnes, the embodiment of your past torment.

You, the quiet, bookish nerd, and he, the charismatic, popular guy—Bucky represented everything you had once dreaded in high school. His group of friends constantly tormented you.

Crossing your arms tightly, you couldn't mask the edge in your voice. "What is he doing here?"

Tom's hesitant introduction only added fuel to the fire. "He's my apprentice," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What does that mean?" you asked, your tone sharp.

Tom cleared his throat nervously. "Um, well... after I retire, I'll be passing the business on to Bucky."

You raised your eyebrows, not saying anything. Tom seemed nervous, perhaps worried that you were angry he hadn’t told you about this sooner.

Meanwhile, Bucky still looked stunned to see you standing there.

Leaning forward, you couldn't contain the resentment in your voice. "Him? Are you sure? He and his group made a mockery of this business every single day, taunting me whenever I set foot in school!"

The room fell silent, the tension thickening with each passing moment.

You had hoped to find refuge here, but now you were having second thoughts. The person who had bullied you was now working with your father and set to inherit the business. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

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Three for One 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

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You wriggle helplessly as the man straddles you. You kick your feet into the carpeted floor and grunt into his palm. He’s strong and heavy but you can’t give up. And if you can’t win, you won’t make this easy.

He plants his hand between your shoulders, pinning your chest as he leans his weight on you. He grunts as you shift under him, pushing your knees into the ground as you try to bounce him off. You only manage to awkwardly press your ass into his crotch.

“Hey, stay fucking still,” he squeezes your jaw, glove still flush to your mouth, “and shut the fuck up.” You open and close your teeth, trying to find a catch. He snarls and squeezes you between his legs, “are you trying to bite me again? What the fuck?”

“She’s fucking feral,” the driver tosses over his shoulder.

“Shut up,” the man on you barks back, readjusting to one knee as he brings his other over your back, replacing his hand with his leg.

He fumbles around as you try to see anything in the dim of the van’s compartment. His hand slips as his other comes around, a piece of rough fabric rubbing on your cheek. He pokes it into your mouth with two fingers and you nearly gag on the dry wool.

“Shhhh,” he hushes you, “balls, she’s hard to put down.”

“Wasn’t my first choice, trust me.”

“Who let that jackass have final say?” The man over you grumbles.

He drags you with him and reaches above you. You see the edge of the roll of tape as he keeps you trapped under his knee. He swiftly sticks the tape over your mouth so you can’t spit out your gag. Next he grabs your wrists and pulls his knee away.

You tug on your arms, resisting as you keep up your fruitless flailing. No, no, no. You’re not going to just roll over and give in. Get off!

He forces your arms together, winding the end of the tape around your wrists, again and again, until they’re bound taut behind you. He’s panting almost as hard as you are as he plants his feet, standing half bent over you beneath the low ceiling of the fan.

“Damn, well, I didn’t expect her to be so fucking stubborn,” he snickers.

You flip over and shoot your foot up, straight into his crotch. He chokes on his laughter and drops the tape. He cradles between his legs and falls to his knees. He croaks as he catches himself on one hand.

“Goddamn it, you bitch, I was half-cocked,” he contracts as if he’s about to vomit.

You puff through your nose and bend your legs, curling back on your shoulders and using your weight to throw yourself forward. You roll onto your feet, the momentum lifting your ass up but not getting you all the way up. You try again and get one foot and one knee under you.

“What the fuck’s going on back there?” The driver asks as the van rocks with your movement.

“Nothing,” the other man groans and sits up, “nothing at fucking all.”

He swipes his leg across yours and has you slamming back to the floor, this time landing on your shoulder. You grunt and twitch at the jarring pain on your joint. He grabs your arm and hauls you closer. You’re both breathless as he retrieves the tape and fights to bring your ankles together.

He secures your ankles and lets you go. You lean on your hands and watch him as he sits back and swipes his hair away from his forehead. In the small cloud of light from the front of the vane, you see the angle of his jaw and the shaved side of his head.

“God,” he puts his hand over his pants, “I feel that in my throat.” He shakes his head, “don’t worry, pussy cat, you will too. I’m gonna be so fucking deep–”

“Ugh, dude,” the driver mutters.

“Don’t be a fucking prude,” the man stretches his leg out and nudges you with the toe of his boot, “we all know what the hell this is.”

You close your eyes, holding back the hot glaze of tears. You inhale deeply, trying to calm your nerves as they cluster in your chest. A million questions race through your mind but you can’t bring yourself to even imagine the answers.

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The van idles in one spot. You temper your breaths as you listen. The driver gets out as the man in the back with you picks his nails with a knife. He started brandishing a while back. Does he really think you aren’t already scared out of your mind?

There’s some sort of grinding nose and footsteps in the gravel coming back to the van. You move, trying to see the front as the driver gets back in, slamming the door and jolting the entire vehicle. The other man pokes you with his toe, his way of warning you.

“Fucking gate,” the driver mutters as he shifts back into gear and leans on the gas.

You garble around the fabric in your mouth, not making much noise as you wiggle and turn to look at the other man. He yawns and examines the long blade, only a shadow as the darkness invades the van. There’s not much light around to colour the world.

“Almost there, pussy cat,” the man teases, "Merry fucking Christmas… well, I think we still got a few hours before the clock tolls.”

You let your head loll. He’s so annoying. Maybe it’s just the situation or that he’s obviously a very bad person, but he irks you so much. Years of working with the general public and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this much detest for one person. Usually you could just shrug it off and go onto the next. Right now, you’re quite literally trapped.

The van follows what feels to be a curving road, bumpy as it jostles you against the rough carpet. Your adrenaline ebbs and flows as your eyes flutter one moment only to flick open wide the next. The tire treads mulch the snow, slowing, and stops again. It’s almost pitch black as the van shuts off.

The man in the back stands, you feel it in how the axle bounces. He comes close, boots edging along your side as you sense him close. The door slides open behind him and lets in the moonlight. He bends and grabs your feet, turning your body and dragging you towards the door.

You kick but can’t free yourself from his grasp. He shoves your legs down harshly and pulls you up by the front of your coat. In a second, he has you slung over his shoulder as he turns to the other man.

“Where is he?” The man holding you asks as you squirm. He has his arm hooked around you as his other hand comes up to pinch you, “pussy cat, you don’t start wagging that ass unless you want me to punish it.”

You still, stunned by the suggestion. He’s so gross. You whimper as his shoulder presses uncomfortably into your stomach.

“He’ll be here soon. We should get her inside.”

“We should throw her in the snow and see how long she lasts,” the man sneers, “she’s not as nice as he said.”

“We can deal with that,” the other assures.

A flashlight clicks on. You can’t see anything past the man’s jacket. You bounce on his shoulder as he carries you across the uneven ground. He trails the second man as you hear several electronic beeps and the whir of gears. 

A door opens on cold hinges. You’re taken through a doorway as the night air follows you inside. The flashlight’s glare flicks around, illuminating the edges of your vision but offering little more. You hear a click and an overhead light suddenly casts brightly all around you. Still, you can’t see around the man who has you in his grasp.

“Put her in the room,” the other man orders.

“I got it. Don’t act like you’re the boss.”

“Take your own advice. My fucking house.”

“Yeah, and I got the van. Oh, I also came up with the plan, so I’ll say we’re even.”

“You talk a lot.”

The man holding you scoffs, “rich, coming from you.”

“Just like everything else about me. Go on. We gotta wait for him. Figure this shit out.”

“I got it figured out. Strip her down and show her what’s what.”

“We agreed to wait,” the other man insists.

“Oh, so he’s in charge?”

“No, you know he isn’t. I just think… what he said made sense. Go fucking put her in the room so we can talk real shit. I can’t focus with her ass in my face.”

“Tell me about it,” the man slaps your ass and kneads, “it’s like two inches from my mouth–”

You writhe and let out a hollow whine through your nose. He chuckles and falls into step. You lift your head up stiffly as he passes the other man and you meet his eye. You’re not sure if you know him but your gaze falls to the autumnal hued scarf around his neck. You know that scarf.

It can’t be. First Alan and now this guy. This is a conspiracy. It has to be.

You watch the floor change from slated hardwood to patterned carpet and again to dark teak. Down a hall and into another room. Only the light from outside limns your vision as you’re flung from over the man’s shoulder onto an unseen bed. You gasp at the soft mattress, expecting much worse.

“Pussy cat, you stop your hissing and pissing,” he warns as he backs up to the doorway, the light giving a better look at his features, “I’m gonna get to you. Count on it.”

You groan at how the tap chafes your wrists and the smell of the adhesive below your nose. You blink and focus on the man’s silhouette. You think you know him too but you’re not sure. That tuft of hair on his lip seems familiar. Before you can find the memory, his image is blocked out by the door and you’re plunged into sheer darkness.

This can’t be happening. You can’t be here. You have to get home. Who’s going to feed Ernie?

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Your eyes slowly adjust to the dark but you can’t see much. There is not hint of a window to let in any light or even a slat to leak in under the door. More eerie than the deep blackness is the dearth of sound. You can only hear your own breath and the soft squeaks that slip out at your most fraught.

The walls block out anything beyond. That alone is oppressive. If you weren’t tied up, if you weren’t gagged, could anyone even hear your screams?

You wiggle, roll and writhing across the breadth of the mattress. You reach the edge and rock yourself until you can sit up. You inch over the side of the bed until your feet meet the floor. You lean your weight on them and brace yourself.

You’re already out of breath with the effort. You stand, swaying as you struggle to balance on your bound feet. Your knees buckle as you lean this away and that until you can straighten yourself. You hop forward, once, twice, and again. You turn yourself towards where the door shut.

You stagger as you land a bit too hard and you twist, hitting your shoulder on the wall. You huff and puff as the tap grows slick around your lips, the cloth make you gaggle. You sidle, arm again the wall and the handle hits just above your wrist. The metal leaves a thrumming pang in your flesh.

You pivot and lean your back on the door frame, grasp the handle between your hands, sweaty palms struggling to get a grip. You turn this way and that, each time meeting resistance. You squeeze tight and sake yourself and the handle as a croak escape your nose. You didn’t expect it to open but it’s still a defeat.

You slide down to your ass, bending your knees before you as your hands rest behind you on the floor. You hang your head and measure your breaths. You’re not just scared for you, you think of your poor puppy waiting for you. Of you never going home to Ernie. That sparks the fuse to full panic.

You ball your hands to fist and slide down onto your arm. You wriggle down to your back, lifting your legs to the door, setting your boots on it. You pull back and kick, the bang jarring you. You do it again. Harder. You won’t stop. They can’t just leave you here. They can’t ignore you.

A thump comes from the other side. A warning. You kick back, even louder. No response.

You’re exhausted, but you keep going. You kick until your damp with sweat and your legs ache. You bring your feet down over over and until you can’t any more. Then you lay in the blind silence, a sob trapped behind the gag.

Ernie…

You’re almost delirious. Disbelief, fatigue, adrenaline, you’re not sure which. There’s a beeping and a metallic grind. The door shifts, hitting your bent legs as it tries to open. A grunt comes from the other side as the push until you’re forced a few inches up. A light radiates over your suddenly.

You stare up at the white glass shade on the ceiling. The door shoves you further and further. A figure enters and looks down at you. A heavy sigh that tickles your brain. You know it. You look up at that man, Alan or Anthony, as he shuts the door.

He bends to pick you up. He takes you to the bed and puts you on your side. You let him. You can’t do anything else. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks you over. He sits cautiously on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, honey, I hope they didn’t hurt you,” he caresses your cheek and you wince, “I told them to be nice. Wish I could’ve come with you but… I had to sort some things out.”

You bat your lashes, eyes widening. He cooes as pets your hair. “It’s okay, don’t be scared.”

His fingertips brush along the edge of the tape and he slowly peels it away. You groan as he tugs at the corner of the cloth and frees it from your mouth. You cough, your throat raw and dry.

“I can untie you but you have to promise to be good. You don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?”

You close your eyes and nod. He crumple the tape and you hear him place it down. You suck in a deep lungful of air and let out a scream, “HELP!!!!!!!!”

“Hey,” he hisses and quickly smothers your mouth with his large hand, “honey, don’t do that.” He squeezes until you’re quiet, until your jaw aches, “no one can hear you.” He leans over you as your eyes flick open and meet his, “not even the others. Right outside that door and they can’t hear you.”

You search his face. Stern and somber. He looks honest but you would’ve said the same back at the store when he lied to your face. You nod and go limp. Despite his deceit, you believe that.

He reluctantly drags his hand away, “I want to untie you, okay? I don’t want you to be stuck like this all night but if you’re bad, the others… they won’t let me.”

You don’t say anything. You stare past him, to the crux of wall and ceiling. You don’t care about the others or about this man. You only care about one thing.

“I know you’re confused and probably angry. This isn’t a bad thing, okay? We’re not doing this to hurt you, honey,” he rubs your shoulder, “we want to help you. To give you everything you want. Do you really want to spend Christmas alone?”

You rasp as you breath deeply. You wet the roof of your mouth with your tongue then your lips. You keep your eyes averted as you muster your voice.

“You’re married,” you accuse, "you have a family."

He clicks his tongue, “and? You have no one.”

That stings. A deep cut you feel deep in your gut. Your eyes meet his sharply and you pull your shoulder away from his hand. You push your chin out defiantly as a heat rises behind your eyes. You might be alone but it doesn’t mean you’re unhappy. Still, the way he said it…

“That’s not true, I have someone.”

“Honey, don’t lie. I know you don’t. I know you live on Fort Street in that square yellow building. Apartment 325. Just you. It’s a bachelor at the corner–”

“Stop, stop,” you beg him. “How do you know that?”

“Does it matter how?” He says lowly, “Honey, i’ve been nice, haven’t I? If you’re nice, I’ll stay that way and I’ll make sure the others don’t hurt you.”

You crinkle your nose and give a fearsome snarl you know must look ridiculous. You don’t care about these men or what they want. You don’t even care about yourself. 

“I do have someone,” you insist, “Ernie.”

“Ernie?” He echoes.

“My puppy,” you hiss, “and I’m not going to be nice–” You grit the last word through clenched teeth, “unless you take me to him right now.”

“The dog?” He wonders.

“He needs to be fed and walked. I’m his mama and I need to see him,” you demand, your emotion finally bubbling up to the surface, “and until you take me home, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” You dig your nails into your palms and let out a shrill shriek. The blood curdling type you hear in horror movies.

The man covers his ears and stands. You do it again as you bounce on the bed. You must look crazy but you don’t care. Maybe if you’re crazy enough, they’ll let you go. You suck in a third breath and scream even louder.

He grimace but doesn’t stop you. He backs up and stomps to the door. You keep going until it locks behind him.

They think you’re weak because you’re alone. You’ve worked retail, you can handle a couple of psychos.