Pure Love (Original Story Inspiredby @writing-promts)

Pure Love (Original story inspired by @writing-promts)

Summary: A young Ellen married her best friend when she was young. She finds out that the marriage is legally bounded. Can she really love the boy she only knew for a short time? Could he really love her? Or does he only want her to fill a role? 

Warnings: Verbal Abuse, Unloving Parent, Deceitful Parent, Manipulative Parent, Unconditional Love (like a lot, just cute pure love), Change in Environment, Adjusting to Change, A Hurt Animal, 

The Beginning 

More X-Men ideas. This one is so messy.

Life with a Drysdale

Summary: You've been best friends with Ransom since college. You were an Art and English major, cause if your parents were sending you to get an education you might as well do what you enjoy. You were studying in the library and Ransom was trying to hook up with a blonde studying medicine. They entered your study room locking lip as you just took a bit of your burrito. The blonde was turned off, and Ransom suggested a threesome. He decided to hang around longer and talk to you, he enjoyed how uninterested in him you were. After that it became a habit, you studying in the same room and him coming by. Sometimes he had a girl with him sometimes it was a sleazy jock friend. Soon you became friends, enjoying each other's company and inviting each other to events. Ransom insisted on 'upcycling your style'. You were a hundred percent sure he had no idea what upcycling meant. Soon you went from sweet arty nerd to rich hot girl who can doodle. Your personality stayed, much to Ransom's liking, your style just became expensive. Years later, you still hang out and Ransom still hasn't been totally honest with you.

Warnings: super fluff, Ransom’s body (because it is a sin to look that good), mentions of playboy attitude, mentions of sex and intimacy, toxic family, (if any of these things bother you, please, do not interact)

I sat across from my best friend watching him take a drink as he watched me eat. He always complained about how spicy the food was that you ate.

"I don't understand how you eat that?" He was cringing as he talked, as if he could taste what you were eating.

"It's cause your white." I took a forkful of my food after my statement.

"You are white, sweetheart." Ransom's smug smirk played upon his face.

"I'm half white." I triumphantly spoke with a half-full mouth. The rest of our course and along with two others were silent. I didn't mind, a lot of dinners with Ransom were quiet. We both used it as a way to wind down and be ourselves. What bothered me was his staring. He had something on his mind that he wasn't telling me. Before our next meal could be served I spoke up.

"What's going on, Ransom? You seem quieter than usual." I couldn't help the slight pout that graced my lips.

"I'm actually really great. I'm for once happy." He had a blissed-out smile across his face. I chewed slowly trying to process the information I was receiving. I watched Ransom closely as I swallowed my food.

"Oh! Who is this lucky girl, then? Hmm? You’re only happy when little Ransom has found a new toy." Ransom laughed, a light-hearted chuckle at my words. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"First, she's not a girl. She's more like a woman. A very fine woman."

"Ooh! Ransom and a woman!" I wiped my mouth and scooted further up in my seat. I was eager to hear what Ransom had to say. He smiled again before talking.

"Second of all, I want a lot longer than a few rounds with her."

"That's asking a lot, Ransom."

"Not like that. I want, more. With her. I want more than a fling."

"Am I hearing this right? Does Hugh Ransom Drysdale, actually want a relationship? I have to know, spill." I sit forward and lean my head on my hand waiting to hear who Ransom's latest fascination was. Ransom stops looking in space to make eye contact with me. His face is now serious. My stomach drops at how serious he is being. So I wait till he talks, hoping it won't hurt my heart more.

"I want to try, y/n. I want what we have to grow, to be more with you. Y/N, I want you." I sighed tiredly.

"You've done this before, remember? I didn't believe you..."

"I'm serious, I was serious then too. I have loved you for so long, y/n"

"You said..."

"I know what I said, and it was a very stupid thing to say. You didn't believe me. So I said the first name that came to my head. I didn't want to lose you y/n." My eyes were watering but I didn't let them fall.

"I want to cry, but this make-up is very expensive." I tried to laugh away the tears. Ransom let out a laugh and joined me at my side. He held my hands in one hand and stroked my cheek with the other.

"You look just as good without it as much as you do with it." I shake my head and wiggle a hand out of his grip. I wipe my under-eye so I don't mess anything up and fan my eyes. I take my free hand and cup Ransom's cheek.

"I think we can make it work." Ransom chuckled along with me.

"How long do you think we'll last?" I pretend to think about my answer. He pulls my hands to bring my attention back to him.

"I'll guys us six months."

"And what if we last longer than that?"

"You really want this to work, don't you?" Ransom only smiled real big at me, making me laugh at his goofy expression. It was very rare for Ransom to smile genuinely.

"We last longer than six months, than marry me." I didn't know Ransom's smile could get any bigger, but it did. With both hands he grasps my face making me feel smaller than usual. Without delay, he smashed his lips into mine staring a bruising pace with my own.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

  Waking up in my usual place beside Ransom in our Wyoming King-sized bed. As usual, I wake up before Ransom. I also take the time to study his handsome features. Watching as his firm chest rises and lowers with every breath. I roll over and lay half my body across his and watch as he stirs from his sleep. I don't feel bad for waking him, cause now I can see his beautiful eyes as he flutters them open.

"Morning Sweetheart."

"Handsome." I lean as close as I can to him and nuzzle our noses together. I lean back on his shoulder and look at my hand resting on his sculpted face. A glimmer catches my eye as the morning sun sweeps across my hand.

"Ransom?"

"To be fair it's long overdue. You did say six months." He kissed my hand and paid attention to my ring finger. I smiled at his attention and pulled myself on top of him giving him kisses everywhere I could touch.

"I've been waiting."

"Of course you were." I kiss his lips and he kisses back harder. His kisses always left my lips feeling swollen and bruised. I loved his kisses. Ransom moved and pulled me over his body so I laid directly on top of him. He squeezed my body as he kissed me deeper. He moved my legs to straddle his hips and I remembered what we had planned today.

"It's your Grandad's birthday. I have to get my outfit ready." Ransom nibbled on my collar bone as his way of being frustrated with me.

"You'll look good in anything you wear, now come here." He pushed me closer to his body and licked up my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and a moan flows out my mouth.

"Ransom, I need to pull out my coat. Make sure it's all clean and looks good." It was hard to talk as Ransom assaulted my neck. It felt so good, my thinking was slowly escaping me. I let him have his fun till his hands wandered lower down my body. Placing both hands on his pecks, I give them a nice squeeze before pushing against him to sit up.

"Ransom, I need to get ready."

"Sweets, you will be fine. Grandad loves you."

"You don't know that, he could only tolerate me." I bounce on Ransom's torso and pout at the thought of not impressing his grandfather. I've been around his family plenty of times to know that they may smile and talk pretty but would feed you to the sharks without a second thought. Ransom gipped my hips and sat up with me, and gave my nose a kiss.

"He loves you. For heaven’s sake, he published your book! With your name on it!"

"I don't want to know how he did that, heaven knows your uncle would not have allowed him to give all royalties to me."

"He'll live, besides if I ever get cut off from my family fortune you'll be the source of money in this house."

"Guess that would make me your sugar momma." I laughed as Ransom gave me a heated gaze. With his hands still on my hips, he pushed my hips down into his own. Before I could moan he pushed his lips against mine, demanding attention. Every time his lips left mine I tried to talk. Every word that left my mouth ended in a muffle from Ransom's lips. Finally, he had enough and flipped me over my back so he lay above me. Trapped between the mattress and my now fiancé.

"Enough talk, honey. I want to have fun with my fiancé."

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

  I was talking to Ransom's mother when she interrupted me and pointed to my hand. I instantly grew worried. She has never really been a big fan of mine. Mostly because 'going to school for art is such a waste', like sending Ransom to school wasn't a waste.

"When did this happen?"

"Um, this morning. I woke up with it on." I couldn't help the smile that etched upon my face. I loved Ransom, long before he confessed his love for me. Knowing him for so long I allowed him to make all the first moves.

"Oh ok, I thought I had missed something. I'm glad he decided on you, someone who knows the family past the riches." She took a sip from her drink as I tried to decide if she was being nice or backhanded. She opened her mouth again but instead loud and deep yelling was coming from the other room. Everyone was looking in the direction of the noise. Where the noise was coming from became clear when the door to the noise was thrusted open. Ransom stormed across the hall to the front door, ignoring everyone else in the house.

"Excuse me," I muttered to my future mother-in-law and shuffled my way to the front door collecting my coat and Ransom's scarf. Before shutting the door behind me I waved bye to my cousin Mara. Looking out to the silver BMW I see Ransom's back marching towards the classic car. I huffed and took off my heels and quickly walked across the gravel driveway. Thank the heavens for my poor upbringing and callused feet.

"Ransom, what happened? What's wrong?" Without a word, he opens the driver’s side door and takes everything from my arms, and tosses them haphazardly in the car.

"Hey, talk to me." Silence as he grabs hold of my arm and directed me into the passenger seat through the driver’s side. To say I was getting frustrated with him was an understatement. Once I was clear of the driver's seat Ransom climbed into the car started it and drove off before I could even get my seatbelt on. His driving was angry and jerky, turning my stomach inside out.

"Ransom, you better pull over right now and talk to me before I lose my mind!" He slows down at a steady rate and parks the car on the side of the road. Once in park, he unbuckles and then unhooks my belt. When we were both free of restrictions he pulled me into his lap. His hands grabbing and holding onto me. His lips were all over my skin, groaning when he met fabric instead of skin. He tried unzipping my dress but ended up getting it stuck and ripping a bit of the fabric. Ransom let out a loud frustrated groan and gripped my thighs. I hissed at Ransom's grip and pulled away from him.

"Ransom, baby. I know you need to release stress but we can't be as rough as we usually are. You'll hurt the baby." He immediately pouted and rubbed his hands softly over my thighs.

"No, no, no baby. I could never hurt you." I released a soft laugh.

"Not me baby, The Baby." I removed his hands from my thighs to lay them on my stomach. Despite him talking about having a little Ransom walking around the house, you were still nervous. You were not a hundred percent sure if he really wanted that life. Even though your heart swooned at the idea of Dad Ransom. He moved one hand to my face and pushed our lips together. As he gave my face multiple kisses he left one hand on my stomach.

"My baby is having my baby." He sounded so proud and happy it made you feel so dang emotional.

"Your gonna make me cry, and I was horny literally a second ago." I laughed as Ransom began trying to take off my dress again. Yes, he screwed me in his car at the side of the road, but he was so loving and soft about it. I didn't even care when something would dig into my skin that wasn't Ransom. It was a night I would think about for a long time to come. I love my life with Ransom, and I'm glad he wanted me. To share his life with me, and now to bring in a new life.

Face doodles! Sort of...

More, this. #scribble #black #red #blue #purple #white #grunge #emo #snapseed

Trying new poses.