This is an old game prompt that I’ve been saving until inspiration struck. Enjoy ❤️
Warnings: Explicit language. Sad, anxious feels. Soft!Ransom.
It was like the period at the end of the sentence that was your horrible day when you stepped inside Ransom’s house and your heel broke.
“Fuck my shitty fucking life!” You hissed, dropping your purse and wrestling off your coat before kicking your heels off and into the corner and scowling at them hatefully.
As quickly as the anger rose up in you, it receded, reduced to a dull ache of sadness, overwhelm, and anxiety that had your chest feeling too tight and a lump forming in your throat.
You were just fighting back the sting of tears in your eyes when you heard his voice.
“Kitten?”
Sniffling, you glanced up to find Ransom standing in the doorway that led into the living room, his head cocked to the side as he watched you in concern.
“Hi.”
You hated the way your voice wobbled, especially because you knew Ransom didn’t do feelings and crying girls, and honestly the last thing you needed right now was for him to reject you or slip into asshole mode because he was allergic to emotions.
“Come here,” he said.
It took you half a second to comprehend his words as you blinked at him in surprise, looking as stupefied as you felt.
Ransom laughed quietly, coming to you instead, only stopping when he loomed close, so close that you needed to tip your head back to hold his gaze.
He was gentle as he wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his knuckle, his big warm hands settling on either side of your face as his eyes—much softer than you were used too—studied you.
“Bad day?” He surmised.
“The worst,” you confirmed, that dull ache throbbing in your chest at the thought. “It was just...a fucking shit show since it started.”
Ransom’s musky scent was washing over you, a soothing balm to your frazzled nervous system, and you were reaching for him before you realized what you were doing.
“Can you just...” you trailed off pathetically, tugging him against you and burying your face against his chest, breathing in deep and shaky as more tears choked your voice.
You felt something in your chest loosen when Ransom’s arms wrapped around you, his hand hesitating briefly before rubbing up and down your back, firm but slow as he tugged you into him until there was no space left between you.
You nearly lost it—your emotions running rampant—when you felt him press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
And then he spoke:
“Cuddling is more fun when we’re naked, no?”
Your giggle was watery but genuine as you laughed against his sweater, hugging him tighter as he did the same.
And as you felt Ransom’s lips curl into a smile against your forehead, that dull ache and anxious dread that had been following you around all day like some kind of dark storm cloud finally lifted, something light and content taking its place.
I’m about to hit a milestone so I thought now would be a good time to say thank you to some of the people who have helped me get here! This is only a small amount but I just wanted to say thanks! Tags are below the cut!
Every time you comment/reblog on a post, writers notice! I included a few people I’ve never even spoken to because I always see them and they deserve thanks. If you’re one of those people, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you. I hope this will also give some courage to people who are maybe to shy or don’t think they have anything good to say - whatever you think, I would love to know!
That's the sweetest thing ever!! I'm so proud of you for hitting that milestone. You deserve all the love and your writing deserves all the support and I'm really glad that I got to know you. Ily 😩💖💖
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale (with glasses) x female reader
Word Count: 1022
A/N: for @thefallenbibliophilequote ’s glass Ransom request😆😆😆 thank you for sending it in and sorry it took a while, love💕 it was fun to imagine this sexy murder boi here all cute with glasses heheeh🙈 I tried to work everything you mentioned into this little fic, I hope you enjoy it☺ [edit credit to @nix-akimbo and for making all those amazing edits😍] [dividers by moi]
Warnings: mostly just fluff, suggestive language in the end
Just when you were getting home and pulling up the driveway, you saw Fran walking out of the house with a face of annoyance. She was probably dropping off some of the manuscripts that Harlan wanted Ransom to read over like she has been for the past couple of weeks. It was pretty obvious that the reason behind that annoyed face was the one and only, Hugh Ransom Drysdale. Ransom has always been a jerk to Fran, and Fran isn’t exactly the biggest fan of him either, for so many reasons.
I really loved Anna’s art of what’s in Bucky’s backpack? so I asked her if I could do a what’s in Steve’s pockets? since he has so many. I added the dog treats after hearing what she said in a text post.
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