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Don't Sweat It (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)
Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Warning: KNIVES OUT MAJOR SPOILERS, smut but not a smut fic, mentions of murder, Ransom being a dick to the reader
Word Count: Approx. 3,360 (About 6.5 pages)
Summary: The reader is Ransom’s first serious girlfriend, and she accompanies Ransom to that fateful party.
Your (e/c) eyes stared out the window, watching the remote scenery pass. The gorgeous, colorful, falling leaves whizzed by your window, causing their own whirlwind behind the car. You look over to the drivers seat, pulling the fuzzy red blanket closer to your body, as the day was cold. In the driver’s seat, you see your boyfriend of 4 months, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, his jaw locked as his eyes peered through his dark sunglasses, intent on the road. You knew he was stressed. He despised getting together with his entire, ass backwards family. It was all screaming and fighting every time they all got together. You study his face, from his strong, angular jaw, to his chiseled cheek bones. His greenish blue eyes looked intent on the road, but also seemed lost in thought. His perfect pink lips were pursed tight, showing a slight indent above the corner of his mouth. His light brown hair was styled perfectly, slicked back and not a single hair was out of place. Ransom is beautiful, there’s no question about that. He has some… okay, many flaws in his personality, but to you, he was much more than a trust-fund brat. He had a soft side you loved, that you fell for. It was strange to say, but you fell for the one and only Ransom Drysdale.
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My Oh My
Warnings: Language, Smut-ish
Words: 1.1k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: A Monday Madness before the Holidays. Hugh Ransom Drysdale might not be who everyone thinks he is.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
A bad reputation, insatiable habits.
It’s a small town.
Finding out what bar he frequents is easy.
You also learn he’s a spoiled, playboy who has slept with nearly every single, attractive woman within a fifty a mile radius.
Douche. Prick. Asshole.
The laundry list of names everyone else has for Hugh Ransom Drysdale is colorful to say the least, but you’re only here for one reason. A low-cut pink blouse with a barely there black mini skirt and thigh high black boots to match should get you the answers you’re looking for – plus some.
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Trouble
Warnings: Language, Murder, Smut-ish
Words: 2.7k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Maybe the narcissistic playboy is smarter than most people give him credit for. Sequel to My Oh My
Song: Trouble by Halsey
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
The bar is cozy – intimate – in your opinion for an east side dive.
You’ve been listening to this guy for the last hour and a half and it’s obvious by now he’s not connected to Fisk. Parker owes you lunch for sending you after this lead. You regret flirting in the beginning, because now he’s giving you the look.
Men.
The ringing of his cell phone is a saving grace and he excuses himself to take the call. Giving you a few moments to develop an exit strategy. Ducking out the back door is your first instinct.
“Hi,” the voice in your ear sends an icy chill down your spine, regardless of his hot breath against your neck. Your mind races with questions as he leans against the bar, cool gaze staring into you.
What is he doing here? The sound of his voice returning you to that night.
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Coming Soon: In the Dark
Warnings: Language
Words: 500
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble
Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello
Thank you @hysteria87 and @sagechanoafterdark for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.
“No.”
Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.
For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.
You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”
“Since when?” he’s not convinced.
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In the Dark
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.9k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: You only thought Ransom was an asshole, wait until you meet his family. Sequel to My Oh My & Trouble
Song: In the Dark by Camila Cabello
Thank you @hysteria87 and @sagechanoafterdark for supporting me with this annoyingly lovable asshole.
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I can see you’re scared of your emotions, I can see you’re hoping, you’re not hopeless.
“No.”
Your answer is quick, and Ransom flicks his eyes up at you over the top of his laptop screen, watching as you shake your head adamantly.
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” he questions, obviously annoyed by your quick response.
For the last two weeks your free time has been filled with his smug, arrogant ass. You’ve been fielding question after question on Steve’s life and maybe it’s selfish, but you just want a weekend to yourself.
You keep your attention on the towels your folding. They’re still warm – fresh from the dryer. “I – I have a date.”
“Since when?” he’s not convinced.
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Freaking Me Out
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.2k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ransom has his book launch and it’s eventful to say the least. Sequel to Stone Cold
Song: Freaking Me Out by Ava Max
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
Like a spider, there’s a web that you have wove. There’s a heart now, where there used to be a ghost.
There are many things you hate.
Being rushed is one of them and running late is another.
Both of which is your current predicament as you change from your uniform in the back of the SUV and into the black, sequined, long-sleeve dress.
“Five minutes away ma’am,” the agent driving announces to you.
“Thanks Miller,” you respond, wondering just how much of an eye full he’d gotten in the dark.
There were complications with the mission you were on, your phone had been shattered. You’d tried to call from Wilson’s, but it was too late by the time the quinjet landed.
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Eat the Rich*
Summary: You’re just a girl in a bar way above your tax bracket and Ransom really doesn’t care for what you’re wearing.
A/N: There are no spoilers for the movie. But, there IS… Smut. Dirty talk. Class warfare in the form of hate-fucking. 2.9k words of FILTH. I need to be exorcised for this. Thank you @evanstarff and @tropicalcap for sending me straight to hell.
The entire lounge seems to turn when you enter. Eyes slide back and forth your way, mid-conversation mouths dipping into low frowns. Amidst the old-money frat boys from Cambridge, Beacon Hill Barbie socialites, and Downtown business young bloods, you’re a flagrant contrast in ripped jeans and an old hoodie.
A favorite hoodie. An incendiary hoodie.
The kind of hoodie that is worn with pride around these West End parts. Even the group you arrive with tried to hackle you out of it— bachelorette party decorum, they cried, will you please take that thing off?
Your cousin might be marrying Silverspoon Asswipe and stringing herself up pretty next to all his call-girl friends, but you are a Jamaica Plain girl through and through and you will not stuff yourself into a glitzy cocktail dress before this hoodie.
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The Reckoning
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.4k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out
Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.
For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.
A black void.
You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.
The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.
You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.
Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?
When?
Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.
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This is such a compelling take and I am already hooked! That slap was way overdue but damn who are we kidding here - IRL he could get it, no questions asked.
The Highest Bidder {1}
Summary: Ransom bids a staggering amount of money for a massage. Word Count: 1,256 Warnings for the mini-series: Language, Ransom being Ransom (extremely inappropriate and crude at times, previous sexual relationship mentioned, sexual content. Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X] You can also read this on AO3. Idea submitted by @the-chocolate-moose. Ransom mercilessly flirts with reader but she hates his guts. Reader offers some service in charity auction (dance or cooking lessons, dunno) and Ransom bids highest to have her just for himself.
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The time has come for the obscenely wealthy to flaunt their status by comparing the sizes of their… wallets, all in the name of charity, of course. Anyone who’s anyone has been invited to tonight’s soiree, and of course, Hugh Ransom Drysdale thinks he’s someone damn important.
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