Chris and Co. Oneshots

Make or Break - Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Its Ransom so its foul language from the get go!

It was the middle of the afternoon when you pulled up outside the house you and Ransom shared. You were surprised to see that his Beemer was parked outside since he told you he'd be out all day. Grabbing all the bags out the back of the car you quickly made your way inside out of the cold.

"Ah Fuck! You motherfucker!" You hear Ransom curse as you open the door.

Furrowing your brows in confusion you put the bags down and call out to him.

"Ransom? You okay?" You shout out as you remove and hang up your coat and scarf.

When you didn't hear a response you kick off your boots and start heading in the direction you heard him. As you walked through the house you easily worked out he was in his office just by following the sound of him cursing.

"Ransom? What's going on? Are you okay?" You call out once more as you approach his closed office door.

Just as you were about to reach out and open the door it swung open and ransom quickly dashed out shutting it behind him with a slam. You jumped back slightly not expecting him to appear so suddenly, the look on his face told you he didn't expect you to be so close to the door either.

"Kitten, hi, um I thought you were out all day Christmas shopping?" He smiles taking a deep breath as if he'd just ran a mile.

"Um yeah, I got it done quicker than expected I gave up trying to find the perfect gift for your family since they never bother with us, I only really bothered with Harlan and Marta" you explain shaking your head slightly.

"You okay though it sounded like you hurt yourself when I got in" you ask putting a hand on his arm.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I was on a call and it got a bit heated that's all" he smiles waving it off.

"Oh okay, well I'm gonna just go sort out everything I brought and then work out what to do for dinner" you tell him thinking out loud.

"I'll sort dinner, go relax and put your feet up" Ransom offers making you raise a brow at him.

"You can't cook" you point out making him chuckle gently.

"No but the Chinese place down the road can" he smirks making you laugh.

"Okay Chinese it is, you coming downstairs?" You ask him.

"Um in a second just gotta sort a couple things, but I'll be down soon" Ransom tells you shaking his head.

"Okay sure" you say reaching up to give him a peck on the lips, slightly confused as to why he didn't move his arms from behind his back to hug you.

You give him a quick smile before turning and heading downstairs.

"Hey um, we keep a first aid kit in the bathroom don't we?" Ransom calls out as you were halfway down the stairs.

"Yeah why?" You ask him confused.

"The guys in the club got into a debate about where their wives kept them, kitchen or bathroom, I said kitchen but clearly not" Ransom says with a small awkward chuckle.

"Right, okay" you mutter heading back downstairs deciding to just ignore his odd behaviour.

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Christmas morning soon rolled around and you woke up to the feeling of Ransom kissing your shoulders. You smile to yourself before rolling over to face him.

"Merry Christmas Kitten" Ransom whispered kissing your forehead.

"Merry Christmas handsome" you smile looking up at him.