Chris Evans Imagines

Holiday Rumors (Ransom Drysdale)

Author's Note: First Ransom imagine - which was inspired by one of Chris Evans 'Red One' interview with kids.

P. S. Not proof read. Ignore the errors lol

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"Honey, I'm home!" Ransom yelled as he walked into the beautiful house him and his wife designed for their family.

"We're up here!" Y/N yelled from upstairs.

Ransom walked into their daughter's bedroom where she was hugging her mom. He immediately saw red at the sight of his baby girl crying.

"Who am I going to kill?" He asked sharply. He rushed over to his daughter. She lifted her arms, asking him to pick her up. Ransom didn't hesitate to lift her in his arms and hug her tight.

"There's a boy in my class," she hiccuped. Ransom's gripped tightened a little bit, fearing his baby girl already likes a boy at the age of 5.

"And he said that Santa isn't real!!" She wailed.

"Honey, that's just a rumor. Don't believe him," Y/N tried to explain as she rubbed her hand on her back.

"Who the hell is this kid?" Ransom asked Y/N. "I'm gonna kick his ass."

"Ransom!" She scolded as she pointed at their daughter, knowing he's not allowed to curse in front of their daughter.

"His name is Joey!" Their daughter answered. Y/N sighed in defeat. She was hoping she wouldn't tell Ransom, knowing damn well he would go after the kid's parents or worse, the kid.

"You know the one you said has a funny looking bowl hair cut!" Their daughter picked up her hand and lifted up only her middle finger before she moved her hand around her head, mimicking the haircut exactly the way Ransom had done in front of her weeks ago at their school play.

"Ransom, did you teach her that?!" Y/N doesn't know why she asked because who else would have taught their little girl how to flip someone off.

He fought back a chuckle before he spoke. "Baby girl, Joey is the one in trouble right now. Let's not get Daddy in trouble with Mommy."

"But you're the daddy. You never get in trouble!" She gently padded his cheek, as if to show her mom, he's innocent.

If she only knew.

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him. "Oh, yes he can."

Random knew that glare all too well. He would most certainly be punished and not his favorite kind of punishment. The kind of punishment that meant 'no sex tonight and you're sleeping on the couch'.

"And, we don't want daddy to get into trouble cause then daddy will be very sad," Ransom pouted.

"Honey," Y/N spoke gently to her daughter. "What Joey said is not true. You know we leave cookies for Santa every year and he eats them."

Their daughter shook her head. "Joey says the parents eat the cookies in the middle of the night while we're sleeping." She looked back at Ransom. "Do you eat the cookies? If you do, does that mean Joey is right? Santa isn't real?!" She sobbed.

"Oh, honey, don't believe, Joey," Y/N reached for their daughter and hugged her tight to her chest. She swayed slowly on the ball of feet. She wanted to protect her daughter and keep the magic of Christmas as long as she could. "He doesn't know what he's talking about. Maybe he and his family don't celebrate Christmas. Every family is different. They have their own religion and beliefs, and we should respect them even if we don't believe in theirs."

Ransom's fists were clenched tight at the sight of him. His daughter was absolutely devastated Santa wasn't real. His wife is heartbroken that she couldn't fix it and keep their little girl as little as possible as one day she would learn the truth. He wanted to kick Joey's ass, but right now, he had to be a good dad.

"That's right, baby girl," he leaned in and kissed her forehead. He wrapped his arms around the both of them, "And in this house, we believe in Santa. No matter what anyone else says. Okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled between sniffles.

"Will you be okay?" He asked her.

"Yes, can we go play at the park?" She looked at him with sad puppy eyes. No way in hell could he say no to her. She could ask for the impossible and he would make damn sure to make it happen.

"Of course, baby girl, and we'll even let you pick dinner tonight," he suggested.

"Happy meals for everyone!!!!" She squealed, making both her parents laugh.

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At the park.

"Daddy, you see that?" She asked as she swung back and forth on a swing.

Ransom lowered his sunglasses. "That horrible bowl haircut kid? Yeah, is that Joey?"

"Yes."

"You stay away from the monkey bars and we'll stay by the swings," Y/N said as she gave their daughter another push on the swing.

"So, what's Joey like?" Ransom asked.

His daughter was confused. "What do you mean?"

"What are his favorite things? Football? Captain America? Bluey?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "He seems to like Halloween the best."

"Gotcha. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?!" Y/N asked.

"I'm going to take a water break. I'll be right back." Ransom walked towards the direction to the water fountain but stopped at the monkey bars on the way.

"Hey kid," Ransom called out to Joey, who was making his way across the monkey bars.

The kid let go of the bar and landed on the ground on his feet. "What do you want punk?"

Ransom smirked, knowing he was about to make this kid's life miserable. "What do you know about Halloween?"

Joey's face lit up with excitement. "It's only my favorite holiday! We get a lot of free candy!"

"Well, you know how there are carved pumpkins everywhere?" He asked Joey.

Joey's smile got bigger as he spoke, "Yeah! My dad and I do one every year. We put a candle inside at night so you can see its face."

Ransom nodded his head, knowledging the typical answer. He squat down to be eye level with Joey. He picked up his sunglasses and rested them on top of his head before locking eyes with Joey. "Well, at night, when you go to sleep, they come alive."

Joey's smile vanished immediately. "What?" He whispered in horror.

"Your little Jack O'Lantern goes to your window and watches you sleep while he plots how he is going to take you away the night of Halloween to turn you into a pumpkin forever."

"MOMMY!!!!" Joey ran away in tears.

"My work here is done." Ransom put his sunglasses back on as he walked back towards his wife and daughter.

Y/N saw Joey run across the park while crying towards his mom. "Ransom! What did you do?" She asked her husband as he picked up his daughter.

"Let's just say that's the last time he or anyone else messes with my daughter." He kissed her cheek.

She giggled. "Daddy, can we go get a happy meal now?"

"Yes, baby girl. Let's get you a happy meal," Ransom said as they all walked towards the parking lot.