Being Cute Aka Chris Evans

Being cute aka Chris Evans

You pulled me from the river. Why?

“You Look Amazing Tonight.”

Ransom Thrombey/Drysdale x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, some sexual themes (no smut though) and spoilers (though I did change some of the plot) 

(GIF is not mine) 

Summary: Being Ransom’s fiance can be tough. But times like this? It makes it all worth it. 

Author’s Note: Prompt #14 of this amazing prompt list. 

(In this fic, Ransom didn’t kill Harlan. But Harlan still passed away so Marta still inherited everything.)

It was no secret that Ransom’s family was...different. Ransom liked to say that they were ‘batshit crazy’ and while you tried to see the best in everyone, you couldn’t help but agree with him. 

Even after the Thrombey/Drysdale bunch was knocked down a peg or two after Marta inherited Harlan’s fortune, it still didn’t help with all of their selfish tendencies. Marta, bless her kind heart, gave them some sort of stability yet they took it for granted, acting like the same idiots they were before their lives were turned upside down. 

Walt was offered a job at the publishing company though he still acted like he owned the place, urging everyone to consider making his father’s work into blockbuster films. Joni continued to hound Marta for money, blowing her yearly allowance in one month with trips and the latest trend instead of investing in her business. In fact, most of the money Marta gave them was gone almost immediately, none of them ready to give up their lavish lifestyles that used to come from Harlan’s money. 

Richard and Linda divorced. With the prenup, Richard walked away with almost nothing and the last time Ransom heard from him, he was in Hawaii with his latest fling. And Linda? She threw herself into her work. It was as if she forgot she had a son. Her lack of attention towards Ransom was worse and now, she only saw him on the rare family get together, using it to only berate her son rather than give him the love he needed and deserved. 

She scolded him on his new line of work, a car company that he built from the ground up. No loan from Harlan needed. She scolded him on his still lavish lifestyle even though he wasn’t relying on Harlan’s money anymore. She scolded his attitude which was...understandable. Ransom was still an asshole to his family. Though you’d never admit it outloud, they kind of deserved it though. 

She also scolded him about you. Perhaps it was Linda’s failed marriage but she hated everything about you. From your appearance to how you acted around them, nothing was good enough for Linda Drysdale, now Thrombey. 

Which is why you were doing this. 

As you fixed the bottom of your short dress, you quickly grabbed your things before leaving the suite Ransom had booked for you. Your short heels clicked against the tile floor as you hastily pressed the elevator button, a big grin on your face as you begged the thing to quickly arrive and take you to the first floor. 

Once the doors opened, you saw him leaning against the opposite wall. Dressed in a dark blue button down shirt and a black suit jacket hanging over his arm, it was his signature smirk that drove you crazy. You wanted nothing more than to pull on his arm, leading him back up to your room for the rest of the night. Instead, you stood frozen at the door of the elevator, only jumping when the door began to close. Hastily, you stepped forward, tucking a strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear as you smiled brightly at him. 

“You look amazing tonight.” He chuckled as he immediately pulled you in close. “But of course you do. After all babe, I did pick the outfit.” 

He laughed, the sound ringing in your ears as you playfully swatted at his chest. “Shut up. It was your idea to do this. You didn’t even give me a chance to pack.” You pouted, pushing against his chest to move away from his hold. But instead, his grip tightened around you as he leaned down to whisper seductively in your ear. 

“Your point? After tonight, I want you naked until we need to board the plane on Monday morning.” He growled, gently nipping at your neck as a deep blush spread across your cheeks. A soft moan escaped your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair, losing yourself in the moment until he spoke again in your ear. “If it wasn’t for the damn venue and their appointment, I’d say fuck it and take you upstairs now.” 

That was all you needed to hear. Immediately, you pushed yourself off from him, fixing your now messy hair as you brightly smiled. “What are we waiting for then?” 

And there it was. The genuine smile that Ransom saved just for you. It made your knees weak and if it wasn’t for the arm still wrapped around your waist, you were sure you’d have collapsed onto the floor by now. You sighed as Ransom’s other hand took yours, lifting it slowly as he kissed the huge engagement ring that rest on your finger. 

“Are you that eager to be a Drysdale?” 

“Just eager to be your wife.” You immediately retorted, leaning up to kiss him quickly before you bent down to retrieve the bouquet. You smirked when the simple action made Ransom moan as he watched. “Damn it (y/n). I take it back. That dress needs to go. If you bend down like that in front of others, you’ll soon be bailing your fiance out of jail.”

You smirked. “Or husband. If we can make it through the ceremony first.” 

Ransom rolled his eyes as he once more pulled you close, one hand squeezing your ass as he kissed your roughly. He finally spoke after that, a little out of breath as he rubbed circles on your back. “Are you sure you’re still okay with this? Isn’t it a girl’s dream to have a big wedding or some shit like that? Besides, I wouldn’t mind showing off my girl.” 

“All I care about is marrying you Ransom. Plus, if it means avoiding your family or your mother trying to object, it’s just another bonus. Even if it means we have to get married at the most cliche wedding destination.” 

Ransom chuckled. “Las Vegas isn’t so bad.” 

“At least Elvis isn’t marrying us.” 

Ransom chuckled as his hand tried to sneak it’s way up your dress. “Please. Do you really think I’d agree to something like that? We’re here at the finest hotel, I booked the fucking penthouse, and you’re wearing a four thousand dollar dress. Which, I might add, I’m going to rip off of you as soon as we make it back upstairs. Do you really think I’d let a cheap impersonator marry us?” 

“You might.” You teased as you swatted his hand away. “You do like to piss me off.” 

Ransom, with a long sigh and a small laugh, finally stepped away and lifted his hands in defeat. “Just for today, you’re safe. I want my bride happy. Happy wife means mind blowing sex, right? Isn’t that how the saying goes?” 

“Something like that.” You said as you rolled your eyes and lowered one of his hands to lace your fingers with his. “Now hurry up and marry me asshole.” The insult only made Ransom chuckle as he kissed your hand. 

“That’s my girl. Now lead the way.”

Doing the Right Thing

Ransom Thrombey/Drysdale x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, some sexual themes (nothing too bad though), spoilers though I did change a little bit of the plot, a kind of ooc Ransom, and terrible writing (I blame it on being sick)

(GIF is not mine) 

Summary: You knew you were making the right decision but do the Thrombey/Drysdale family agree with you? 

Author’s note: The amazing @capshoney gave me prompt 35 and 51 from this prompt list. Since I’ve had so much fun writing about Ransom, I just had to make this a Ransom fanfic too. <3

I really wanted to show how self-centered this family is. Or, at least, how self-centered they seemed to me. I hope everyone likes it. It’s kind of different from the other Ransom fics I’ve been writing. >.<

(In this fanfiction, Ransom didn’t kill Harlan.) 

“What did you just say?” 

If you weren’t already on some of the Thrombey and Drysdale’s shit list, you certainly were now. You doubt anything would change that so why stop? You shrugged before crossing your arms over your chest, watching as the family lost their minds over the simple action. You couldn’t help the smirk that crossed your lips as Linda continued to lash out at you, leaning forward as if to pounce if it wasn’t for her husband holding her back. 

“Do I need to order you a hearing aid Linda? I was pretty clear on what I said.” You chuckled as she gasped, a sharp glare from not only her but everyone else in the room now being thrown in your direction. 

“You little bitch. Our family took you in. We helped you!” 

You lifted your hands in defense, contradicting the amusing smile that still played on your lips. “No. I believe it was Harlan that helped me.” 

It was a simple statement but it left a soft smile on your face as you glanced at the portrait of Harlan. It had been almost twenty years since Harlan had learned from his grandson about your situation and changed your life. You could still remember the grief when he sat down with you at his office, a comforting hand on your shoulder as he confessed he knew about your living conditions. 

Your father had passed away two years prior and your mother? She found comfort in a bottle rather than pay attention to her grief stricken daughter. The times she did notice you, it was just to leave another bruise that you hastily tried to hide. 

It had been Harlan that put up with your panic, defending the woman you now knew was toxic. It had been Harlan that sent her away, leaving you in the care of your grandmother. A woman who had been trying to see you but was turned away time and time again by her own daughter. It was Harlan that later took you under his wing, giving you the motivation you needed to make something of yourself. To not dwell on the past. 

You loved Harlan and he loved you too. But you didn’t expect for this to happen. Harlan had you given you more than enough. He helped you get back on your feet. He helped you find a therapist to work through the trama. He helped you with school work, finding a job, and years later, finding the courage to confess to the man you loved. He gave you his support and you didn’t need any more from him. But he never stopped giving. 

When the will was read, you were a wealthy woman. You and Marta would split everything. Marta would receive the house. You would get the publishing company. The money would be split between you two and immediately, you knew exactly what you had to do. 

Every last dime you received went to charities across the country, supporting countless abuse victims to help get them back on their feet. It would help give them a second chance just like Harlan did for you. 

Of course the selfish people before you didn’t agree with your decision. 

You shrugged again. “It’s only right that I follow in his footsteps and help others too.” 

“It wasn’t your money to give away!” Linda paused. “And the publishing company?” 

“Harlan trusted me to run it. I’m going to do my best to make him proud.” 

You knew you were making things worse by telling them you weren’t giving up control of the company but you wanted to see them suffer. After all the snide comments and insults thrown at you, it was only fair...right? But you had taken it a step too far and as Linda broke free from her husband’s arms, a dangerous look in her eyes and her hand raised, you immediately backed away. 

You didn’t get far through. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against a chest you knew all too well. Instinctively, you snuggled closer towards it, taking a deep breath of his scent as you lay a hand on top of his arm. Finally, you looked up, a soft smile on your face to finally see your protector. Though Ransom didn’t notice, too busy glaring at his mother who froze in her spot. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her mother.” He said while his grip around you tightened. You couldn’t help but smirk as it was now Linda who backed away from her son’s sharp look. She quickly tried to compose herself as she snapped. 

“Did you know about this? Did you know that my father was giving your...your whore…”

“Insult her one more time. I dare you.” He growled, cutting off her rant. He paused. “You know what? Fuck this.” 

With that, he led you away from the screaming group towards the front door of the mansion. Once he slammed the door, he didn’t stop and started towards the car. 

“Are you happy now?” He asked while not even looking at you. You arched an eyebrow before rolling your eyes. 

“That’s rich coming from the jackass that always likes to piss them off.” You were on a roll today. But unlike the family inside, Ransom wasn’t having it. Or at least, he knew how to catch you off guard. He pinned you against the car, his body leaning against yours as he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. His warm breath fanned against your face and while you knew he wasn’t trying to seduce you, you couldn’t help but feel weak at the knees. Your face was beginning to turn red. 

“You’re so god damn stubborn.” He frowned. “Just because you got the money doesn’t mean they’re broke. Who knows what they’ll do to you.” 

You scoffed. “I can handle them.” This only made Ransom growl, his grip on you tightened as he slightly shook you. 

“Did you not hear the detective? What if they did something to grandad? If they did something to their own family, imagine what they’d do to you?” And there it was. The spark of worry that shined in Ransom’s eyes. 

You sighed, finally moving to run a hand through his hair as you moved your face away from his grasp. Instead, you snuggled closer against him as a soft hum escaped your lips. While a lot of people thought your boyfriend was a self-centered rich asshole, you got to see this side of him. It wasn’t perfect but it was more than enough for you. Once again, you thanked Harlan for pushing you two together. 

“We can hire a bodyguard. Or better yet, I’ll hire you as my bodyguard.” It was enough to make Ransom chuckle, his body starting to relax as he caressed your lower back. “You make me feel safe Ransom. You make me feel alive. If you stay by my side, we’ll figure this out...together. But I had to do this.” 

Ransom sighed as he finally let go of you to slide his sunglasses on. No doubt he was taking a moment to settle down after the mess you made. “...You really had to give it ALL away?” 

It wasn’t complete acceptance but then again, when did Ransom ever fully agreed with you? You laugh as you shake your head, tiptoeing to kiss him quickly. 

“We’ll go on a vacation once we settle into our roles at the publishing house.” 

“Our?” 

“Of course. Every CEO needs a good COO.” Ransom laughed as he got into the car, grinning when he started the engine. 

“And you think I’m the best choice for that position?” 

“Well...no. But it’s a better title for payroll than ‘(y/n)’s personal eye candy.’” You winked before you grabbed your shades from the visor. You were about to put them on before Ransom grabbed your hand. 

His eyes locked with yours, he kissed the back of your hand gently. But it wasn’t enough and soon, he pulled you close to him to kiss you. It was rough, which was often the case with Ransom but you could feel the emotion through the gesture. As he left you panting, your lips already starting to swell with the force of his kiss, it was his turn to wink. 

“You know...I think your first order as CEO should be to soundproof your office.” He said as he finally started to drive. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes before responding. “Keep acting cocky like that and I’ll be banning you from my office.” 

“You can’t resist me.” You wanted to scoff and retort with some witty comeback, but it faded away as you looked at your joined hands. You smiled, shaking your head as you looked out the window. 

“Come on. We have an empire to run.”

Thank you so much! I’m so happy you like it! It’s definitely looking like I’ll be writing a series. I love writing about Ransom and I’ve had so much fun writing this fanfic! :D 

Broke (Part 2)

Ransom Thrombey/Drysdale x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, spoilers (though I did change some of the plot), late night editing, and ANGST

Read Part 1 here!

Author’s Note: Part 3 coming soon! Maybe a series after that too. Depending on what you guys think of the end.

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