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Till The End Of Time

Till the End of Time

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: A few innuendos and horrible editing! Oh. Also…an unoriginal title. 

Author’s Note: Well, my first story after this long hiatus is finally out. It’s not as good as I hoped it would be but it’s definitely helping me get out of this writer’s block. 

Song Inspiration - Doris Day’s Till the End of Time 

(I understand the year of the song doesn’t match the timeline of the story but I love it! Just imagine it does ;) )

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(As always, this is not my gif)

When the gig was offered, no details over the troop you were performing for were revealed. As you looked past the curtain to the crowd of men beyond, it was a welcome surprise when you had immediately caught sight of the blond hair you had fallen in love with. His gaze focused on the floor, he shuffled his feet as he stood at the sidelines. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he didn’t make any notion to watch, let alone enjoy, the show.  Even with the few nudges from the same doctor who hired you that now stood beside him, he simply shook his head, trying to push past and leave the area.

Like you’d let him leave that easily.

With your heels clicking against the wooden stage, a smile spread across your lips as the crowd hollered, obscenities thrown your way amidst the screams. With the deep blue curtain still closed behind you, you carefully held the microphone stand, taking a small breath before starting to sing. Your sweet voice filled the air as you started the familiar tune, the one you had always claimed was for Steve and the one you had officially deemed as your favorite song to preform for that same reason. With the first few words sung, you watched with a smile to see his head immediately snap up, his eyes showing the confusion of your sudden arrival. But above all, you couldn’t help but match the intensity of his grin as the reality of your presence finally kicked in.

Till the end of time

Long as stars are in the blue

Long as there’s a spring, a bird to sing

I’ll go on loving you

With the end of the song, the curtain had finally raised, revealing the real show for the men, the USO girls. With their big smiles and short outfits, they paraded around you as you continued song after song but your eyes stayed focused on Steve. With his own gaze not drifting from you, he kept edging towards the stage, mouthing the words to the songs he had heard countless times before. But as he approached, he was constantly shoved aside, the men starting to swarm the front of the crowd as they tried to get as close as possible to the women whose pictures littered their books and beds. You chuckled, stepping back to avoid grabbing hands as you continued, the band playing somewhere in the corner. Their tempo overwhelmed your senses, letting you wash away with the euphoria of the music and the man standing so close by. Finally reaching the end, you repeated the opening song once more, your big (e/c) eyes batting to the crowd as you sang the last few lines for the show.

So, take my heart in sweet surrender

And tenderly say that I’m

The one you love and live for

Till of the end of time.

With the cheers of the men around you, your quiet thanks were all you offered as you left the stage. While the interaction with them was abrupt, they were easily satisfied with the girls adorned in red, white, and blue as they sat on the edge of the stage. Their legs dangling over, they happily conversed with each man whose legs seemed to buckle at the attention of the women.

But to you, your attention was focused elsewhere, looking for those piercing blue eyes that you had once been staring at. Yet as you reached the spot you once saw them, your confusion only doubled, as your man wasn’t there. With a frown, you spun in a circle, the skirt of your dress twirling around you with each turn you made. About to look further for him, you froze as a crowd started to form around you. With a smile appearing once more on your face, you signed each piece of paper thrown your way, shook hands, and answered as many questions as you could. But as time went by and your hands started to cramp, your eyes constantly looking for an escape, one of the men stood out from the crowd. He stood too close for comfort, the smirk on his face trying, and failing, to be appealing as he towered over your petite form.  

“Mighty fine show darling.” You inwardly cringed as his greasy hands touched your bare shoulder, his meaty fingers trailing down your skin to soon land on your waist. Not wanting him to see your reaction through, you kept your composure as you nodded, the same smile plastered on your face.

“Why thank you soldier. It’s the least I can do for you fine men.”

With your words, he only grew more confident as he leaned forward. His breath seemed to reek of booze as he whispered in your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on edge.

“Want to do more for your men in uniform? Why don’t you give me another show? Privately, in my bunk.” With your eyes now wide at his blunt request, you tried to push back only to freeze when you saw Steve once more. With his confused and angry gaze, he quickly locked eyes with you before advancing, only stopping as your hand came out of the man’s embrace to halt him. Calm now with your man’s presence, you took a deep breath as you slowly pulled away. Tucking the strands of your curled hair behind your ear, you soon adorned a smirk that seemed to rival his.

“Sorry darling…” You used the same nickname he had tried with you, mocking him with a raised brow. “You may be in the army but that doesn’t make you a man. I only go for the true heroes.”

With that, you gently tapped his cheek before moving away. As you escaped the circle of men now laughing at your rejected ‘suitor,’ your heels were quickly discarded as you raced towards Steve, throwing your arms around him as soon as you were close enough. Just towering a few inches above you, he held you close, not caring who saw as he tenderly kissed the top of your head. Ignoring the complaints of the men who surrounded them, you lifted your head, sneaking a quick kiss before motioning towards the stage.

“I have a room in the back. Come with me?” You said, your red lips curled into a genuine smile. You watched as he nodded, kissing your forehead before finally pulling away.

“Lead the way love.”

With his hand in yours, you led him away from it all, weaving past the huddles of men as they watched with open mouths as the two of you escaped to a more private setting. Of all the men who they suspected would get that privilege, never had they thought ‘scrawny Steve Rogers’ would be the succeeding man. Not paying them any heed though, you whistled for the music to start, the USO girls’ individual show beginning to assure no future trouble from drunken men, hasty advances, and Steve’s jealous nature. As the door with your name plastered on the flimsy wood soon came into sight, you hastened your pace. The rocks beneath you stung against your bare feet but you didn’t care, too excited for the prospect of seeing your boyfriend after weeks of being away.

With this mindset, you didn’t waste any time as soon as the door closed behind you two. Your arms now wrapped around his waist, you pushed the two of you onto the couch. Moving to straddle his waist, you cradled his face as you finally kissed him. With his hands immediately on your hips, he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. The passion that lingered between the two of you was evident as the kiss continued, only pulling apart as you both fought to catch your breath. Your head moved to rest upon his shoulder, his hands rubbing your back as the silence lingered. Neither of you minded though. Both happy to be back in each other’s embrace, you let the moment sink in until finally, you lifted your head to take a peak at his happy expression.

His smile stretched across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes traveling over every aspect of your complexion as if to reassure himself that you were real. He kept quiet for a little awhile until he smirked, your eyes staying locked on his lips as you resisted just kissing him and leaving the talking until later. But your next show was tomorrow and wanting to savor the little time you had with your boyfriend, you let him speak.

“How are you here?”

“A man named Dr. Erskine asked me to come down. He said that there was a trial going on. I was supposed to be the show to commend the chosen man and satisfy the rest. But the one show turned into more. This just happens to be my first stop on an army tour with the gals.” You didn’t know he would be here. If anything, you had just let your small hopes guide you to the show, hoping you would see Steve. As luck would have it, you did. As you waited for him to say something, the surprised chuckle that simply left his lips gave you enough of a clue to put two and two together.

“You’re the chosen one. For the trial.” He simply nodded, forcing a cause of emotions to bubble within you. You were excited that he was living his dream but terrified of the consequences that would come with it. This internal turmoil left you struggling to find anything else to say.

“W-what does that mean?” You had finally managed to get out that simple sentence, choking on your words. Not bearing to look at him, you focused on your hands as they moved to fidget on your lap. But he wouldn’t have any of it as he tugged on your chin, making you look at him once more.

“I’ll be fine (y/n). I’m coming home to you, remember that. Now…” He paused, tickling your sides, making you laugh despite the tense air that settled in the room. “Let’s forget about it for now. I can’t believe you’re here. Before I went to the show, I was writing you a letter.”

“Read it to me?”

Curled up in his lap, you smiled as he moved to retrieve it from his back pocket. The embarrassed tone Steve had made his voice shaky as he started reading the letter he had meant to send. But you didn’t care about any of it to be honest. Instead, you took comfort in the sound of his voice as he carried on. Your cheek pressed against his chest, you listened to the slightly irregular pattern of his heart. All that mattered was that he was here. He was with you. Despite the short amount of time you had, you savored it; not knowing when would be the next time you’d get this privilege.

Steve never did divulge the information regarding the experiment. You wouldn’t know about how deadly of a risk it was. You wouldn’t know that Steve was beyond nervous to undergo the process in just a few days time. Steve didn’t want to worry you about it. Instead, he would just leave you in a shock when he’d visit you in a few weeks time, stopping at your apartment door with his new body and a ring in his back pocket.

Both of your lives would be changing but for now, you took hold of the present. You focused on the love that was strong between you, not letting it go for anything the war had to offer.

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5 years ago

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.

Broke (Part 2)

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5 years ago

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. >.<

Doing The Right Thing

(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.”


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6 years ago

Angst/fluff Prompt List

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“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

5 years ago

“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. 

You Look Amazing Tonight.

(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.”


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@ChrisEvans After 10 Long Weeks
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