#hugh ransom drysdale x reader

And They Were Roommates Pt. 4

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst

Tags:@dark-night-sky-99

The next morning, you woke up groggy, and your head was pounding. As you slowly came to, you realized that you were pressed against something hard. Had you left your backpack in bed again? You snuggled back into your pillow, not quite ready to wake up and face the day yet, when you realized that that wasn’t your pillowcase, and the sweater wasn’t yours either. You immediately shot up in bed and looked around you, just as Ransom’s arms fell from around your waist.

Crap! Last night came rushing back to you and you winced at the memory. You suddenly remembered the alley and Ransom saving you. You finally remembered why you were in his bed. It was kinda sweet, the fact that he had been so willing to let you sleep with him to calm his nerves.

You lay back down in his arms, still not quite ready to be awake yet, and nestled back into him, retreating to the safe comfort of his warm arms. However, as soon as you did, you could feel his semi pressing into your back, and you practically leapt out of the bed. No! That was never happening again. You rushed out of the room and back to your own. You immediately stripped out of Ransom’s sweater and threw it across the room before changing into a pair of your own sweats.

You walked into the kitchen in search of some breakfast, but Ransom had eaten the last of your Pop-tarts. Luckily there was still a box of pancake mix, and it had been a while since you had chocolate chip pancakes. As you were measuring the ingredients, you hesitated for a second. Before, you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t let Ransom get used to the idea of a homemade breakfast everyday. He was already entitled enough as it is, but now, you were questioning that idea. He had saved you last night and been kind to you. So yeah, just this once, he deserved some pancakes.

A few minutes later, Ransom stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes blearily and wearing nothing but sweatpants and looking more delicious than the breakfast that you were cooking.

“Hey, did you make enough for me this time?” he asked as he sat at the bar across from you.

“Actually, I did,” you said as you pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter towards him.

“And you put the chocolate chips in the shape of a heart. Someone’s feeling smiley this morning.”

“I feel fine, perfectly normal. I wanted to thank you again for last night.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Y/N,” Ransom reassured you as he reached for your hand across the bar and squeezed it gently.

“Yes, I do,” you replied, turning your attention back to your pancakes. “Now stop distracting me. You’re making me burn the pancakes.”

“Why didn’t you stay in bed this morning?”

“Oh, I uh… couldn’t get back to sleep,” you stammered.

“Well, I’m gonna go for a run,” Ransom said as he stood and disappeared back into his room. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding.

…

Later that night, you left your room after a particularly grueling case study. All you wanted was to eat some microwave pizza out of the freezer and go back to your room and sleep, but Ransom had other plans.

“Hey, Y/N! I thought that we could have movie night.”

“Not tonight, Ransom. I’m really tired,” you sighed.

“But I already ordered the Thai food.”

“Did you get pad thai?”

“And I rented Rocky Horror. It’ll be just like college.”

“I’m still in college.”

“You’re in law school. You need to remember what it was like back when you were rooming with Meg and we used to have our ridiculous movie marathons,” Ransom reasoned.

“You were cheating on me for most of that. Please forgive me, if I’d prefer not to relive that.”

“Just sit down and watch the damn movie, Y/N,” Ransom ordered you as he patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“Fine.”

…

It was an hour later, and you were about halfway into Rocky Horror.

“You know, I’m not gay, but if I was Rocky would be my first choice,” Ransom whispered from beside you on the couch. You were both cuddled under a blanket, eating Thai food, and singing along to “Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me”.

“I was always more of a Brad girl myself.”

“Yeah and you rubbed it in my face all while we were dating. I almost dyed my hair darker and got glasses.”

“Would’ve been a huge improvement,” you joked.

“Oh, I’m hurt! That was low Y/N.”

“I said what I said. Anyways, you’re hogging the blanket. You deserved it,” you said as you snuggled closer into his side and tugged on the blanket.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he replied as he booped you on the nose.

“Ransom,” you warned him. “We’re friends. We can’t go down that road again.”

…

The movie had finished, and you were headed off to your room, desperate for sleep. As you were about to head into your room, you heard Ransom’s voice from where he was still sitting on the couch.

“Hey, I thought that you were sleeping in my room again tonight.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. I mean, thanks for last night. I really needed that, but I’m better now.”

“Please Y/N. That was the best that I’ve slept in months, since the trial really.”

“Ransom, I don’t think-“

“Please,” he said as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. Damn it. You never could resist him when he looked at you like it.

“Fine,” you gave in with an exaggerated sigh.

“Thank you. Ladies first,” he said, gesturing to his bedroom in the most grandiose way that only Ransom could pull off.

“I have to get dressed for bed.”

“You’re already wearing sweats.”

“But I haven’t brushed my teeth. Give me a few minutes,” you protested.

“Ok, but then please. I need this.”

“I will.” A few minutes later, after you had brushed your teeth, you walked into Ransom’s room. “So if this is gonna be something that we’re gonna do, you know… regularly, we should pick sides of the bed.”

“Whatever you want. Usually, I kick girls out of my bed right after I’m finished with them and sleep sprawled out, so it’s up to you.”

“You disgust me.”

“You love me.”

“Ransom,” you said, letting him know that once again he had gone too far.

“What? I meant as a friend.”

“Let’s just go to sleep,” you said as you laid down and pulled the sheets over you. You felt the bed dip behind you, and Ransom put his arms around you.

…

You woke up sharply to the sound of screaming. It was dark, and you couldn’t feel Ransom’s arms around you anymore.

“Ransom? Ransom, what’s wrong?” you asked as you rolled over. You saw Ransom sitting up and kicking his legs wildly. “Hey, hey! Stop it!” you shouted as you reached out to grab his shoulder but he only shook you off. “Ransom! Ransom, listen to me! Snap out of it!”

Ransom showed no signs of stopping, and his eyes were still wide and unseeing. You looked around you wildly for something to snap him out of it since hitting him on the shoulder wasn’t working. You spotted the glass of water sitting on the bedside table. You reached for it, and splashed it on Ransom’s face.

“Y/N, are you there? What’s going on? Why am I wet?” he asked as he stopped shaking.

“I don’t know. You were screaming and thrashing about. I couldn’t stop you, so I splashed a glass of water on your face,” you explained. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with night terrors.”

“Have you seen somebody about that?”

“No, why would I? It’s nothing.”

“How long has this been going on for?” you pressed him.

“Since the trial.”

“That was months ago! Tell me everything right now.”

“Y/N, I don’t like talking about it.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re going to. This is a real problem, Ransom. You need to deal with it.”

“Fine. It’s been happening almost every night since the trial.”

“No offense, but why the trial? You murdered your father long before that.”

“It was all those people staring at me. They had already decided that I was guilty. My own family testified against me, and it was then that I realized that I had killed the only person who ever cared about me.”

“Oh my god, Ransom. I’m so sorry. I never thought about it like that.”

“Yeah, well, obviously neither did I or I wouldn’t have done it. You know, last night was the first night in forever that I slept through in forever. That was why I was so desperate for you to sleep with me again tonight. I’m sorry that I woke you up, Y/N,” he apologized as he hung his head, ashamed of himself.

“It’s okay. You were there for me last night, and I’m here for you tonight. Do you want to try going back to sleep?”

“I don’t know that I can.”

“Please, just try,” you said as you placed a hand on Ransom’s shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and began to hum quietly.

“What song is that? It sounds familiar,” he asked as he snuggled into your embrace.

“La Vie en Rose. It’s French.”

“It was one of my grandfather’s favorites. He used to put it on while we played Go.”

“Oh, Ransom! I had no idea. I can stop!”

“No, don’t. It’s kind of comforting to hear it again.”

“Ok,” you said quietly as you resumed humming,and Ransom lay his head back down on his pillow. Almost immediately , you could feel Ransom’s breathing slow, and soon after that, you could hear his gentle snores. However, you didn’t fall asleep until long after that, afraid that if you did something terrible would happen to Ransom, and you wouldn’t be awake to help him. The thought seemed crazy, but you felt protective of Ransom. He was your person now.