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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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Jacob Thrombey x Twin!Sister!Reader

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Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: The Thrombeys being horrible, swearing, forced vomiting, sibling fights

A/N: Alright! I've been wanting to do stuff for Jacob T for a while and just never had the inspiration to do so, but I really wanted to do this! I've written this in 3rd person for a change, let me all know if you like this pov! I hope you all like this!

The Thrombey twins were incarnations of devils. Y/N and Jacob Thrombey were a lot of things, opinionated, brutal, horrible, spoiled, and in some way narcissistic. Most of their extended family couldn't stand them, even their parents, Donna and Walt didn't understand what they were talking about most of the time. While Jacob preferred causing the internet trouble, Y/N would be more likely to cause a fight in school simply by making up a tactical rumour and watching people hurt themselves. If one twin was pissed, the other would be 10x worse. The fighting and playful insults that came from them didn't mean a single thing, it was just regular sibling jokes. Y/N and Jacob were compared to the twins from 'The Shining', they often spoke at the same time and had the same actions, and most times it freaked out whoever was around them, and by God, they used it to their advantage. Family parties and functions were the highlights of their years, it was when they would be able to make fun of people and not get into trouble for it because their parents would be too drunk to care.

Y/N stared up at the colossal manor in front of her, a scowel etched onto her face. She could think of a million other places she would rather be than there, she would have to socialize and talk to people, since their aunt only turns 60 once and Walt and Donna won't let Y/N and Jacob stay home alone anymore. Walt and Donna had gone inside, leaving their son and daughter to their own devices outside, at least they wouldn't be able to upset anyone inside if they were outside.

"I don't think I'm emotionally prepared to go in here," Y/N said, watching as her brother came and stood beside her. Jacob laughed and nodded, turning to his sister.

"I heard Ransom's bringing his latest toy," He told her. Y/N grinned and chuckled, knowing she would be able to poke fun at Ransom and the predictable bimbo he would bring with him as a date. "Her name's like Veronica or something."

"Of course it is," Y/N said, only to be interrupted by the roar of her elder cousin's beloved Beamer. She hated that thing, if she had the chance, she would scratch the car up to holy hell, just to see the look of pure rage on Ransom's face. Y/N and Jacob stepped up onto the porch, knowing that if Ransom had the chance he would most definitely hit the two twins. The way that Ransom parked matched his personality, meaning he parked like an asshole. Ransom got out of his car and stared down the twins standing at the porch, their uniforms almost matching and their stares judging him. The blonde stepped out of the car, and Y/N couldn't help but snigger. Her predictions hadn't failed her, they were right.

"Oh my God, shut up," Jacob said, nudging his younger twin's side. She stopped and composed herself, watching as Ransom thudded up the stairs and took his shades off and put them in the pocket of his tan coat.

"Wow, I didn't know that the runts of the litter were coming," He snarked, standing in front of the two. His girlfriend came and stood beside him, stumbling on her stiletto heels. Y/N grimaced and looked her up and down, taking in the dress that barely covered her.

"Ransom, who's this? Bimbo number 38?" She asked him, tilting her head innocently. The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the 15-year-old that stood in front of her.

"My name is Veronica," She introduced herself to the two. Y/N and Jacob thought that their ears were bleeding. Her voice was comparable to nails on a chalk board, it was quite simply unbearable.

"Funny you should say that, I don't remember asking, sandbags," Y/N commented, narrowing her eyes at the woman she would now be able to identify as 'Sandbags'. Ransom rolled his eyes and took Veronica away before she was getting driven to the police station for assualting a minor. "Of course her name was Veronica." Y/N turned to Jacob, who burst out laughing, putting his hands on his sister's shoulders.

"Where did you pull sandbags from?" He asked Y/N through his laughs. Y/N took his hands off of her school sweater and dropped them, letting him pull himself back together before heading into the house in front of them. "Jesus, that was great." He said.

"We should probably go in, Ransom's probably bitching to mom and dad," Y/N said, walking ahead of her brother and waiting for him to follow her. The twins walked into the house and immediately hated the atmosphere, well, not necessarily the atomosphere, more the people. "This is devasting, it's like The Walking Dead became a reality." Y/N mumbled. Y/N and Jacob sat by the stairs until thy were called for dinner. They sat beside each other, looking through their phones and ignoring the harsh stares of their parents.

"Y/N, Jacob, put your phones down, please," Walt said. Y/N and Jacob put their phones down simulataneously, glaring at their father. "There, was that hard?" He asked the twins rhetorically.

"How is school going?" Joni asked them both. They despised Joni and her daughter Meg, why were they still in the family when Neill died years ago? Y/N and Jacob looked across the table at Joni.

"Fine," They answered at the same time, just further convincing people that they were the twins from The Shining.

"All we hear from you is 'Fine', does nothing else happen other than you guys being literal trolls?" Meg said. Y/N smiled sweetly at her and Donna and Walt hid their faces in their hands, not wanting to see what their daughter was about to cause.

"Meg, in the politest way possible, I hope you die a slow horrible death," Y/N said, an innocent smile on her features. Ransom chuckled as she stood up and walked away from the table, Jacob's eyes following her as she left. Meg rolled her eyes and then looked back to Jacob, then making Jacob realize that everyone else was staring at him expectantly.

"What?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows and looking around.

"Jacob, go and get your sister, please," Donna said to her son. Jacob groaned quietly and left the table, grabbing his phone and then walking around to look for his sister. He wandered around for a few minutes before finding her sitting in one of the guest rooms, an agitated look on her face.

"What's your problem?" Jacob asked her, going to sit beside his sister. Y/N put her head on Jacob's shoulder, making him look down at her as she rested against her brother comfortably.

"I fucking hate this family. Except you, obviously," She said. "I just wanna go home, I don't wanna be around here for much longer." Jacob nodded and nudged Y/N's head up, making her groan and look at Jacob with a scowl on her face.

"Alright, let's go and tell mom and dad you wanna go," Jacob said. Y/N grimaced and raised her eyebrows.

"Like they'll actually take us home," She commented, laughing sarcastically. Jacob laughed and pulled her up to her feet. "I can just imagine what they'll say."

"We'll tell them that you're sick or something," Jacob said as he and his sister left the room and went into the bathroom across the hall.

"What are we doing here?" She asked him, looking at him with a look of confusion on her face.

"If you want them to believe you, it has to look believable. You ate, you can make yourself vomit," He said, acting as though he was stating the obvious. Y/N groaned as she got down on her knees and put on of her hands on the side of the toilet, Jacob stepping over his sister and pulling her hair back. She looked back up at him and glared at him hatefully.

"Are you seriously about to make me vomit?" She asked him. Jacob nodded and she rolled her eyes, turning back to face the toilet as she put two fingers down her throat to trigger her gag reflex. Y/N coughed and then felt an acidic feeling rising in her throat. Her head went forward as her stomach lurched, then coughing again and falling back onto the floor. "I fucking hate you sometimes."

"I know, but you wanna go home and you look like actual death, so if they don't believe you, you might be going down the stairs head first," Jacob said, moving away from Y/N to flush her vomit away. "Wash your hands and have some water, I'll wait outside for you." Jacob told her. She stood up and washed her hands in the sink, then gargling some water in her mouth to rinse the acidic taste from her mouth. She came out of the bathroom and Jacob had shed his blazer and handed it to her.

"What's this for?" She asked him, draping it over her shoulders.

"Authenticity, Y/N. Remember, you're freezing and feel like you're dying," He whispered to his sister as they walked down the stairs and into where everyone had moved to. Jacob had his arm around his sister as he led her to their parents. "We need to go home." Jacob deadpanned to Donna and Walt.

"Why? What's wrong?" Walt asked, looking at both of his kids.

"Y/N doesn't feel well," Jacob said, he had to give it to her, Y/N was a great actress. She was excellent at making herself look miserable, but maybe she wasn't acting that. "She brought up dinner upstairs when I went to go find her." He explained further. Donna stepped forward and looked at her daughter, an unsure look on her face.

"We probably shouldn't chance it, we should get her home," Donna said, turning back to Walt who was looking at Y/N and Jacob skeptically. He nodded anyway.

"Jesus, get off me you fat bitch!" Y/N yelled as she pushed Jacob off of her as she felt him sit down on her bed, sitting on her legs. Donna came into her room and stood in front of Y/N's bed, her arms crossed over her chest angrily. The twins looked up at their mom and tried their hardest to hide the grins that were slowly coming over their faces. Donna was never the one to discipline Y/N or Jacob, neither parents were very intimidating, but Walt had some form of authority and power over them. Donna, on the other hand, had no authority or control over either children, she could barely yell at them without having them burst out laughing in her face.

"Don't talk to your brother like that, Y/N," Donna warned the youngest. Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled Jacob's hair, making him groan. "Hey!" Donna yelled, pointing at Y/N.

"Yeah, Y/N. What the fuck?" Jacob rubbed his head as he glared at his sister. Donna glared at Jacob, warning him about his language as she left Y/N's room, leaving the twins on their own. Jacob waited until he was sure his mom was down the stairs before pulling his sister's hair, getting her into a headlock.

"Let me go you dick! Jacob!" Y/N yelled, thrashing around and trying her hardest to get out of Jacob's grip. She pulled on his, making him groan in pain as they ended up on the floor of Y/N's room. Y/N ended up on top of her brother, holding him down by his shoulders. It was just as well the Thrombey's had no neighbours, especially when Y/N and Jacob decided to act like this at midnight.

"Okay! I'll stop," Jacob said, pushing Y/N off of him. She landed on the floor beside him with a grunt, both of them laying on their backs. "I forgot how strong you were." He mumbled, making his sister laugh. Y/N laughed and punched her brother's shoulder.

"Don't forget it, consider it payback for making me vomit at Grandpa's house," Y/N said, standing back onto her feet and sitting back on her bed, Jacob following her actions and sitting beside her.

"Well at least I got you out of there!" Jacob defended himself. Y/N turned her head to face her brother, her face reading an unimpressed expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked her.

"Because I felt like shit for like 3 days after I put my fingers down my throat! That hurts," Y/N said, rubbing the sides of her neck. Jacob grimaced, did he actually hurt his sister?

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked her, sitting up on his knees to sit facing her side. Y/N looked at him in concern and she nodded. "You should have said something, Y/N." Jacob said, moving your hands away from your neck in case you hurt them anymore. Jacob Thrombey might have been an asshole, but not when his little sister was hurt. Little sister might have been an overstatement, Y/N was only 22 minutes younger than him.

"Why are you playing mother hen?" Y/N asked him. "You're like 22 minutes older, calm the fuck down." She said, nudging him. Jacob laughed and then noticed Y/N yawning and rubbing her eyes tiredly, turning off her TV that was playing silently.

"I'll leave you to go to bed," He said, getting off of his sisters bed and pushing her down.

"You are such a dick," Y/N said, getting under her duvet and glaring at her brother as he left her room, turning the light off on the way out.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Eat Sh*t, Or That

Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: [SPOILERS TO KNIVES OUT] Vomiting, Blood, Language, Mild Physical Abuse, Attempt Murder, Dark!Ransom, Slight Sexual Content (Men should not put his hands on another woman, this is a warning but this should not have the right for someone to put their hands on someone like this)

Summary: You and Ransom are a toxic couple, you treat him the way he treats you. You find ways to get rid of him, but either you or him keep crawling back to one another. At the end, you find the true side of him.

Author’s note: Just like I said, either way this is a warning and that this won’t stop a man from putting his hands on a woman, he should never do it in the first place. If abuse is not your taste. You may abandoned this story and never come back to it cause I care. That’s facts. By all means... Didn’t proofread it, I’m sorry if there are a few mistakes

Love you! Word count is 4800+

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Easter Day 2019

The big family was having a big Easter hunt, of course, they didn’t have much of little kids, Jacob and Meg were the younger two. Linda made it special for some of them, hiding plastic eggs either with candy or money. Jacob didn’t participate in it, he sat in the corner on his phone. Trolling his way through his expensive device, Meg was with her mother Joni throughout the whole family gathering.

Her father Neil died and so she was left with her mother. Joni was sister-in-law with Linda and Walt. Those two were the remaining children of Harlan Thrombey. Walt was the father of Jacob along with his wife, Donna. Linda was married to Richard Drysdale, then they had their son, Hugh Ransom Drysdale. A bratty playboy who managed to have a toxic relationship with Y/N L/N.

The whole family would see them come in without holding hands, usually Linda would see Y/N come in first before Ransom followed behind her, furious as ever.

Linda would have small talk with Y/N about her son. Understanding her son is a rich-cocky-dumb-sweater-asshole who can’t keep up with a relationship. He kept coming for her, he would threaten her about her job and say she will be fired.

Then there was Harlan’s nurse who comes very often to take care of him. Harlan met Y/N the first time Ransom hadn’t introduced her to him, she went up and greeted him herself. After that long conversation with Harlan and Y/N, Ransom had a heated argument about that with her after the small get together on their way back home.

Every day when they drive anywhere, everything goes downhill. Every to him becomes a problem. They at least go at it three times a day. It’s gone to the point where he threatens to hit her. Yes, he got in a few but he knew she threw it harder ones.

Dogs in the backyard will go at it when they’re screaming in another room.

And that’s what was going on today. Y/N and Ransom screaming at each other in Harlan’s office. Luckily Harlan was in the living room with his family, almost half the family was listening to their heated conversation. Jacob was tempted to record.

“I’m warning you!” Ransom shouts.

Y/N threw her arms out, her scarf flying up before falling back down at her out burst. “Don’t think I don’t know what you do when I’m not home!” She shouts.

He placed his hands on his hips and he grins, “And what’s that?”

“You’re fucking other girls! What? Am I too soft for you? Am I such a dumb baby that you don’t wanna fuck? Is that it?” She shouts, emphasizing the ‘dumb baby’ the nickname he calls her when she’s acting up like this.

His teeth grit against each other, she saw the tension in his jaw. “Believe me or not. But I’m sure I didn’t buy pink panties with cherries on them, pig!”

His eyebrows raise, “Pig?” He asked. “Yep!” She pops the ‘p’ with her hands on her hips. Her long white coat was hanging half way down her thighs. An outfit his mother Linda bought her for Christmas last year.

He laughs, his body turns the slightest before she sees his arm swing out and her head turns. The impact causes her cheek to sting. The tears never stung her eyes either, she was pissed. The first time he had hit her, she did cry. More after that, she grew familiar to his girl-like smacks.

She laughs lightly, her finger touching her lip to see if she bled from there. Nothing. Asshole. “You’re a fucking asshole, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me that,” He scrunches his face up almost in disgust. “Was Pig better?” She snapped. Ransom turns her head to her and grabs her coat, tugging her forward.

Her hands immediately shoved him off and she whacks her palm across his cheek. A loud groan came from him. Yeah. That hurt like a bitch didn’t it?

He held his hand to his cheek, glaring at her. “You’ll pay for that.”

“I’ll gladly pay it for another slap or a damn kick to that friend that hides between your damn legs like a puppy and its tail.” Ransom never budged. Y/N took this advantage and picked up her scarf that slipped off her neck. “I’m walking home. I’ll be sleeping on the couch as well. Don’t bother, asshole.” He watched her walk out the doors and she said goodbye to the family before passing the door again and left the home.

Panting heavily, his fists clench and Ransom storms out of the office, heading into the living room for his coat. “Ransom, what happened? Where are you going?” Linda asked, Ransom doesn’t reply and snatched his coat from the chair.

“Ransom!” Linda calls.

“I’m going out to drink,” He says, completely irritated. The next thing they heard was the slam of the front door. Silently, the family looked at each other. Easter didn’t turn out so well. But maybe fourth of July would turn out better.

Maybe.

Fourth of July

Yes. This didn’t turn out as good as Linda hoped. After a few months after Easter, Ransom and Y/N never really contacted the family to apologize for what happened on that day. Linda invited the two again, this time, Y/N was quiet throughout the whole party. Every now and then, she would go and grab a glass of wine, even get Jacob some juice. Y/N slightly chatted with Marta, who was hanging off to the side.

Linda offered Y/N and Ransom to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms in the house. Y/N agreed to do that just after Ransom rudely declined but he had no choice. I mean, he could leave Y/N in the bed alone and just go out for a drink again. He was pissed to hear that Y/N wanted to be with this family. Maybe she wanted to stay away from him.

She didn’t want to argue about some stupid spend-the-night-with-family. So, she ignored Ransom much as possible. The Thrombey and Drysdale’s all laughed and chatted. Ransom was sitting on the couch with his uncle, Walt and his wife, while Y/N was sitting in the one chair with a small table that separated the toxic couple.

Ransom would glance at her, watching her fingers drag along that glass of wine. Oh, how he loved those fingers wrapped around his-

“So, Ransom,” Linda cuts his thoughts, “We haven’t heard from you two since... Easter? How’s it been?” Linda asked, “Was it the job?” Ransom turned his head to his mother. “No. I just...” He looked over to Y/N who wasn’t even gonna help him with this. Everyone knew they probably argued through those whole months.

“We just wanted some time on our own. You know? We went out to the store, went out for walks. Right, babe?” The way he said ‘babe’, Y/N knew he wanted to get her attention but also a warning tone to let her know, if she mentions something to the family, she’ll end up somewhere.

Her eyes look over to him in the most annoyed face that he would’ve knocked off her face. She smiled at his mother, “Yes. He bought me these boots,” She lifted up her ankle to show off the dark brown leather boots that went with her dark jeans, a sweater and a tan coat.

To be honest, she felt disgusted to be twinning close with Ransom’s outfit.

Linda smiled at them, “How lovely, Ransom. You have taste.”

“She gets what she wants,” He says in a monotone, taking his gaze back to her once again. Y/N looked at him, seeing the cold stare that she had given it back at him. Silence fell between them again and Linda changed the subject with Walt’s family.

Y/N wanted to go to bed at that hour, now. Not wanting to hear his stupid voice and have her name slip past his lips again. She went for her glass but realized it was empty and she stood up. Catching her stand up, Ransom watched her head into the kitchen. He then stands up and follows her, excusing himself as he makes his way over.

Y/N dug through the wine cellar shelf, looking over the bottles and pulled the one she wanted and turned to the counter, only to face Ransom on the other end of it.

She pulls out a corkscrew and twisted it into the cork. “What do you want now?” She asked, blankly. Ransom tapped his fingers on the counter and walked around. “I know what you’re doing,” He says. Y/N pops the cork out and drops it on the counter.

“Oh, yeah?” She pours the wine into her glass. His body was now standing behind her.

“You think being with my family can stop me from taking you here right now,” Y/N felt the belt of his pants catch hers, his lower half on her behind. “Stop.” Y/N placed her hands flat on the counter, the warning tone tied in her voice. If he urged more, a bit more, she would slap him into the pits of hell.

His head lowers, “Stop is just tempting me, honey.” His hand reaches under and grabs her throat, turning her to face him, her glass falls to the ground with a shatter. The dark red liquid spreading across the wooden floor as Y/N gasped.

“Y/N? Ransom?” Linda called. Ransom kept his grip on her neck, Y/N’s breathing was getting shaky. “Ransom, let go,” She grabs his wrist. Ransom didn’t release because of her plead, he lets go from Linda’s voice getting closer.

“Y/N, darling, what’s-? Oh, my goodness,” Y/N whips around to face Linda while Ransom takes his steps over to the other side of the counter. Linda goes for the broken glass as Y/N kneels down. “Linda, I’m so sorry. I just bumped it and I-”

“It’s okay. We have lots of these glasses, I’m not complaining.”

“If it were the wine, it’d be a completely different story,” Y/N manages to joke, Linda laughs lightly as the two pick up the glass. “Let’s get this cleaned up,” Linda said. Y/N looks up to Ransom who stood behind his mother a few feet away, staring at Y/N.

Y/N could see the cold stare behind his eyes as it sends chills up her spine. He then walks out of the kitchen, leaving you and Linda to clean up the mess. Another bad family get together with the asshole.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was more special to anyone else. It was something to be thankful of. Fuck that. Y/N wasn’t thankful for that asshole. She wanted to be there, even Harlan’s 85th birthday was coming up.

If Ransom picks up another damn fight, he’ll be stuffed with anything Y/N sees on that table. She’ll cut him up like a turkey, find a wishbone and wish for something better than him.

Complete asshole.

He forcefully had to have her in his arms on their way in. Hands laced in each other, she wanted to bite off his pinky finger, maybe shove that stupid metal ring down his throat as well.

Linda gently greeted the couple, saving Y/N from behind held hand in hand with Ransom as she gave her a hug.

Just after the chatting, Y/N and Ransom sat next to each other at the table with the family. Meg sat next to Y/N with her mother, Joni. Jacob and his parents on the other side with Marta and Harlan. The table was long and Richard sat at the end of the table across from his wife, Linda.

“How ‘bout we say what we are thankful for?” Linda asked. Ransom and Richard both groan, “Honey, no-”

“Mom, that whole thankful thing is just old, can we just eat?” Ransom says, Y/N rolls her eyes. Linda sighs. “I’m sure you’re thankful for what you have, Ransom,” She says. Ransom looks at Y/N with a blank expression. “Yeah...” Y/N looks at him. “Very,” He says.

Y/N reached for the salad dressing across from her, reaching for the spoon, she felt her chair jerk and she felt her arm rub against Ransom’s sweater. He had scooted her chair closer to him. He was keeping his eyes on his plate as he ate away.

Rolling her eyes, she reached for the dressing once again and managed to get it on her salad before digging in for the mash potatoes. Adding/Not adding the gravy, she dug in, maybe added some turkey to her plate. She poured herself some champagne as everyone ate and talked. Some laughter came out of the family, some gossip about a few people who weren’t in the family.

Y/N would kick Ransom’s leg once in a while when he placed it by hers very closely.

An hour had passed and only a few had finished their meals. Some even having a second plate. Y/N was still eating her due to the talking that prevented her from eating it. She felt Ransom’s hand reach up to her knee. She flinched away and faced him.

She saw his hand retract and she fixed her position in her seat, keeping her legs close. Another try happened a few minutes after the first. She felt his hand on her knee and before she could move it, his heel jabs into her shin. She hisses under her fork and glared at Ransom.

“You okay, Y/N?” Linda asked, peeping over to look at her. Y/N nods, “The turkey... it’s a bit hot,” Y/N laughs softly. Ransom dragged his hand up. This asshole can’t get a fucking hint that she clearly doesn’t need this right now.

Fuck off.

She felt her dress lift up and she immediately jumps up from her seat causing the conversations to pause. She swallowed thickly, “Sorry.” And with that she scattered for the bathroom. Ransom tried to look confused and gently stood up, “Sorry. She’s usually not like this, I’ll be back, mom,” He stands up and walks out.

Once he left the room, his face darkens and darts for the bathroom she scattered off to.

Y/N stumbled on her heels and stopped to pull them off. Quickly, finding the bathroom and opens the door. Closing it, the door catches something and she looks down to see Ransom’s foot and he pushes the door open. Y/N backs up as he closes the door and locks it.

“Ransom-” She gasps when he grabs her wrist. “Let go of me, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts. Y/N shoves him forward, pushing him against the wall, she throws her fist towards his face. Returning it, he clenches his fist and hits back. Y/N falls onto her knees, facing away from him as she gasps for air.

Her jaw felt awfully painful. She spits and blood splatters onto the ground. That’s the first time she’s seen blood caused by him. She stands up, turning to him. His eyes burning in flames, he noticed the blood on her lips.

“You’re an asshole,” She chokes out, his shoulders drop slowly, “You always were.” Y/N pushes passed him and unlocks the door, allowing her to leave, he stood there in the bathroom. A minute later, he turns back. Y/N rushes down the stairs to see Linda, “Darling, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Y/N walks by her.

“I’m okay, Linda, I’m gonna head home.”

“But will you be there for my father’s birth-”

“Y/N! Get back here!” Ransom shouts, he storms down the stairs. Y/N drops her heels and runs, the dogs barking as she walked out the gates and Ransom stopped at the porch. “Y/N!” He shouts. Jaw tensed in anger, he growls, going to his car. ��Ransom, tell me what the hell is going on!” Linda calls to him. He ignores her and jumps into his car. “Ransom!”

He drives off, going on the search for Y/N.

Of course, he didn’t find her. Weird how she just left and just a minute after she had already ran miles. He gave up and drove back home. Y/N would return eventually, she had nowhere to go. Her family was on the other side of the state. The only money she could get was from Ransom. He made them share bank accounts. Which was stupid.

Fuck.

She had to go back. Maybe not go back to Ransom but to his family. No, no. That’ll make them ask questions why Ransom had hit her. She heard a honk and turned to see Marta’s car.

“Y/N? Where’s Ransom?” She asked, Y/N swallowed and sighed. “I need a place to stay.” Marta sat in the car to think, a few seconds later, she nods. “Okay, get in.”

Y/N opens the door and steps in.

Thanksgiving was not so good either.

A few months later

The family was all back together. This was the worse one yet. Harlan was reported that he committed suicide in his own room but Detective Blanc suspected it was a murder.

Y/N was put into this since she knew Harlan, she even was there at his birthday. If you were wondering, she completely ignored Ransom. Luckily, he kept his distance and then argued with his grandfather in their office.

“Miss L/N, can we speak to you for a moment?” Blanc asks, Y/N glanced up at the three men while Ransom loudly crunches the crackers he had in his hand. She stood up and walked over to the other room for the interrogation.

“So what is your full name?”

“My name is Y/N M/N L/N,” She replies. Blanc looks down at his hands, “What was your relationship with the family?”

Y/N sits up straighter and sighs, “I’m Ransom’s girlfriend.”

“Mhm. How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve work in the same business for about 3 years but in our partner relationship, about a year and a half,” Y/N says. Blanc nods, “Have you and Mr. Drysdale been into a lot of arguments?”

“Yes, I’m afraid we’ve had our disagreements,” Y/N said. Blanc rolls up his sleeves and leans forward. “Has Ransom ever laid a hand on you?”

Shit. What did the Thrombey’s say to him?

“We are just asking,” Blanc holds his hands up. She had to say something. If she said yes, it would go bad. “No,” She said. Blanc cranes his head, she shakes her head, “No, he would never do that.”

Blanc nods slowly, “How much did you know about Harlan? Have you spoken to him before?”

“When I first met him, Ransom never really introduced me to him so I did myself. He was such a sweetheart.” Blanc nods once again, “Where were you on the day of his death? The day of his 85th birthday.”

Y/N swallows, “I was currently in the kitchen, getting myself some wine while Ransom was having a conversation with Harlan. After that, he stormed out of the house, leaving me behind.”

“One way to treat a woman like that,” Blanc says. Y/N nods. “Yeah.” She looks over to the hall where the family was at. Spotting Ransom’s head peaking over the chair before he turns his head away.

Y/N sighs. “Well, thank you, Miss L/N for your honesty. I’m sure you’ll be okay,” Blanc shakes her hand. “Thank you, Detective.” Then she was on her way. Walking over to the room with the family, she began to walk around Ransom, till he catches her arm.

“Come sit here,” He bounces his leg and Y/N stared at him. He looks around. “All the other seats are taken.”

“Ransom, leave the woman alone,” Linda says. Ransom looks over to his mother and dramatically lets go of her wrist as Y/N stood further away from him as he eyed her up and down.

The day continued at the Thrombey’s home. The family had been asking about the inheritance, everything, the money, the house. It all comes down to this. Y/N shouldn’t be here.

She doubt that she wouldn’t get this inheritance. Sure she loved Harlan, made a few jokes and chatted with him more than she did with the others. But she wouldn’t get this money. She wasn’t in the family.

Harlan’s lawyer cuts open the file of what Harlan had place the name of the new owner of his inheritance.

The family all waited, holding hands or hoping in their mind what the cut they’ll get out of it. Each family member has some beef with Harlan. Walt being fired, Joni begging for money for Meg, Richard who knows what along with Ransom. Y/N didn’t know the Drysdale men’s deals with Harlan.

She could care less.

“Oh, wow... this is not too complex, this will be quick,” The lawyer says, causing Linda to make a ‘hmph’ sound. “I, Harlan Thrombey, being of sound, mind and body, ya-da-ya-da-ya-da...” Y/N was leaning on the door next to Marta. Ransom sat in the corner with his chin resting on his palm.

“I hereby, direct, that all my assets both liquid and otherwise, I leave the entirety to... Martha Cabrera and Y/N L/N.”

Holy shit. Marta and Y/N look at each other in disbelief. Y/N knew she wouldn’t be involved with Harlan’s inheritance because she barely knew him. Unless that one day.

“Is Ransom treating you well, Miss L/N?” Harlan asked, she sighs, “It’s getting there. We get into fights a lot and it worries me cause if he were to leave, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

Harlan gives her the gentle smile, “I’m sure if that happens, you’ll be in good shape.”

He really gave her half of what the inheritance was with Marta. Y/N didn’t even realize the family began to look at her and Marta in disbelief. “What?” Joni asks. Walt stands up, asking for the paper. Y/N looks at Marta and they both share the same glance.

How could Harlan do this to them? I mean, Marta was living in a small home and she barely had money for her family together and Y/N wasn’t like Marta but did Harlan feel guilty of having Ransom being with her?

Ransom chuckles at the family who all scattered around the lawyer for the truth, which Walt read, Y/N and Marta’s names were printed on that form.

Ransom then cackles as he stands up, walking over towards Y/N but she watched him pass her, laughing on his way out. “Alan, you can take this piece of paper and shove it right up your ass and get out!” Linda turns to the cops. Y/N couldn’t handle the screams.

Oh no. She deal with it any longer.

Linda loved Y/N in the family, now she just turned sour in front of her.

“We are the Thrombey’s, god dammit! This is still out house!” Linda pauses as the whole family stares back at Alan who flinched. “Oh... and I leave this house to Marta Cabrera.” Y/N’s eyes widen as Linda gasps. “You little bitch!” Linda growls, Y/N couldn’t handle that much clamoring from all of them and ran out of the house.

Rushing to her car, she pulls out her keys and began to unlock her car. Someone pushes her into her car, “You give me that money you just earned from my grandfather and maybe I’ll give you a deal, give you anything you want.” His hands grip her waist, “Anything.”

“Get off!” She elbows him and gets into her car, closing the door. “Y/N!” Ransom bangs on her window. “Open this door, now!” Y/N turns on her car and drives out of the driveway and down the road.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, everything was too much. Harlan shouldn’t have done that. He pitied for her. Ransom was an asshole, yes, but Harlan didn’t have to give that money to her.

All she needed was a damn drink.

An hour had passed and so far no one had bothered to look for her. Soon if Marta would need her, she would call. Y/N regret thinking about that cause now her phone was buzzing. Opening her phone, she sees a text message.

Marta: Ransom’s been taken by the police.

Y/N lifted from the stool and immediately called. “Marta? What the hell happened?”

“What?” Y/N asked.

Blanc walks forward towards Y/N, “That’s right. Ransom had swapped the contents of Marta's medication vials so she would kill Harlan with an overdose of morphine, making her ineligible to claim his inheritance according to the aforementioned slayer rule,” Blanc says.

Y/N looks over to Ransom who just glared at the detective, “However, Marta, an experienced nurse, administered the correct medicine without reading the labels, and is thus innocent of Harlan's death. After the death was reported as suicide, Ransom anonymously hired me to discover Marta's guilt,” Blanc points.

“Fran later saw Ransom swapping the vials back on the day the funeral for Harlan happened, leaving you, Y/N alone that day. Fran sent him the blackmail note. Ransom soon realizing that Marta had given Harlan the correct medication, Ransom passed on the blackmail note to Marta, removing the address and time. He destroyed the evidence of Marta's innocence by burning down the medical examiner's office and burning Fran's copy of the toxicology report. He drugged Fran with morphine and emailed her location to Marta, planning to frame Marta for Fran's murder. But Marta saved Fran’s life, with a good heart. Not once did she play your game.”

Y/N glanced at Ransom once again, seeing his eyes land on hers in a cold stare.

“Fran’s alive?” Ransom asked. “Oh, yes,” Blanc replies, “Fran who will confirm this very story...” Y/N turns to hear Marta’s phone buzz before she turns and answers the phone.

"Yes?"

Everyone draws their eyes to her. "Doctor, that's great news," Blanc fixes his tie out of his shirt. "We'll be there soon, thank you." Marta turns around, almost happy about something. "She's okay," She's referring to Fran, "She's ready to talk." Ransom seemed to get darker by the second.

"Trooper Wagner, if you could-uh keep Mr. Drysdale in custody while Lieutenant Elliot-" Y/N’s mind goes to Ransom who is completely grudged about one thing in the case. He seemed to feel very upset of something. As if he wanted to say one last thing.

"All right. Up, come on," The officer says, Ransom stands up from his seat and went to reach for his coat. His eyes go to Marta once again. "I'm gonna say this just to you. No cameras. No courtroom. Just you, cause you know it's true," He walks up to Marta, "We allowed you into our home. We let you watch our granddad, we welcomes you into our family. And you think you can steal it from us? You think I'm not gonna fight to protect my home? Our birthright? Our ancestral family home?" Blanc begins to laugh causing you all to look over.

"You bought this place in the '80s from a Pakistan real estate-"

"Oh! Shut up, Blanc. Shut! Up! With that Kentucky-fried-foghorn-leghorn-drawl!" He drags out the drawl, "Yeah, I killed Fran, but I guess I didn't. So what do you have on me? Nothing-what? Attempted murder? I get arson for the building and a few other charges, with a good lawyer-Which I have! I'll be out in no time."

Marta again. "And then we'll see, just how much hell I can reek on your life, you vicious little. Bitch," He glares at Marta. “Eat shit, Ransom,” Y/N snaps. Ransom turns to her.

Standing just a feet away from Marta, the couple hear Marta’s stomach rumble, her throat clenches and Y/N know what happens next. Ransom drops his face into confusion and seconds later she vomits right in his face. Everyone jumps up, Ransom backs up as Y/N kneels down to help Marta but she holds her hand up.

"Oh!" Ransom groans, "What the shit?!" He completely blind but tries to open his eyes. Y/N gasps, “Or that.”

"That means she's lying!" Trooper says. "Yeah. Yeah, we know..." The other one says. "That's right," Marta says, "Fran's dead."

Ransom looks over, mouth agape as Marta looks up at him. "And you just confessed her murder." Marta stands up as Y/N helps her.

Ransom laughs, "Well..." He wipes his nose, "In for a penny."

Y/N see Ransom reach for one of the knives, attempting to kill once again. Y/N was quick enough to shove Marta away. "No!" His hand grabs Y/N’s shoulder and her hand grabs his wrist. Ransom had them fall back as the blade inches closer to where her heart was. The group hears the knife sink down, Ransom's body on top of hers. Y/N’s eyes blown wide in fear and shock, her breath was held in for a horrified scream.

She could smell the stomach acid on his face but she was more worried about the blade but nothing felt like it seeped out. Unless the woman was too shocked and felt numb below the neck.

His brows furrow, not seeing her eyes shut close or her body slowly dropping the tension in every muscle. His breathing slowly became less heavier. Y/N finally took a breath and it confused him more. He looks down to where the blade should've been. He lifts the knife slowly as it makes a grinding sound when a chef sharpens a knife and he pokes it into his girlfriend’s chest, finally realizing it was a retractable stage knife.

He looks up to her terrified eyes before muttering, "Shit." The officers grab Ransom's shoulders and pulled him away from her. Y/N laid there on the ground in fear, hand holding onto the blade. A man who had beaten her, was proven guilty for he murder of Fran.

Marta comes down and gently pulls Y/N up. “It’s okay,” Marta says, she gently held her shoulders. Shaking under her touch, all she did was stare in front of her. Ransom calling out to Y/N bringing the tears down her cheeks now.

An asshole turned out to be a murderer.

Eat shit, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

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