Description: After a drunken hookup with your childhood best friend, you find yourself pregnant. What happens when Ransom tells his family and words are exchanged?
Note: It’s been awhile. This is just word vomit that came out of my depressed ass. I hope it’s alright. I’m kinda rusty with this.
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Another blowout level fight with Ransom happened again today. One that was for the record books, and one that could guarantee the ending of your friendship. You just found out that you were pregnant, and you made the mistake of telling him right before you went to his Grandfather’s house for a family gathering. Like normal, Ransom was stoking the fire with his family and Walt remarked something about having dozens of kids without him knowing. Ransom then spilled the beans on your pregnancy. Congratulations were given and then the snide comments began.
The one that really set you off was “Well I’m not at fault here,”
“Jesus fuck Ransom! Who the fuck do you think knocked me up?” You said and stormed out. Grabbing the keys to his beamer in the process. You drove off before he or anyone in his family could say anything.
You didn’t even know where you were driving to, but you just drove. Drove to forget what happened. Drove to forget what was happening. All while ignoring the constant calls from Ransom and the rest of his family. After an hour or so your stomach growled. So, you decided to just go to a gas station and pick up some food before going back on the road. Now with a destination in mind.
Your parents’ old cabin. One which they rarely visited this time of the year, and lucky for you it wasn’t too far from your current location. It was someplace that you used to go to all the time during the summer. Now since it was mid fall it wasn’t on the top of their lists for places to go. They even said that you could go and use it whenever you wanted to have some peace and quiet. Which reminded you to turn off your phone to stop its constant ringing. Turning it off was a wonderful idea as you began to relax slightly as you made your way to the cabin. Your only thoughts being to get to the cabin and take a nice hot bath.
After another 45 minutes, you arrived at the cabin. You couldn’t get in there fast enough. Taking the trash and extra food inside. Throwing it on the counter as you made your way to the bathroom. Right in front of you stood a porcelain claw foot heavenly looking tub that you could just about drown in, and it was calling your name. You grabbed a towel after you turned on the hot water. Which to your dismay took a while to heat up. During that time, you looked around to see if there was any bath salts or oils that you could add to it. After opening drawer after drawer, you did find a bottle of lavender scented bubble bath. That would have to do.
Adding that was probably your smartest idea of the day. As the water was hot and the scent wafted around the room. Taking off your clothes, you finally stepped into the tub and it was so worth the wait. Not only did the heat help take away some of the stress, but the lavender helped soothe your frazzled nerves. Your body started to get so relaxed that you started to fall asleep. Before anything bad could happen, you got out of the tub.
Drying yourself off, you wrapped the towel tightly around you. Going over to where you left all your clothes to carry them to your room. Picking them up you walked across the cabin to where your room was. Praying that you had some clothes there so you didn’t have to put back on your dirty clothes.
Opening up the door, you can tell that it hasn’t changed since you last used it. You smiled. As on the dresser to the right of the door, there was a handful of pictures of you and your family and friends. A couple including Ransom.
You picked up the photo as it was one of your favorites of the two of you. You were both smiling and looking at you mom who was taking the picture. It was a couple summers ago when Ransom decided he needed a break from the world. Aka his family. So, you invited him to spend a few days with you and your family at the cabin. That picture was taken only a couple minutes after he arrived. Your mom joked that she had never seen either of you more relaxed or happy then when the two of you were out here together.
She was right. Out here was your happy place, and having your best friend/love of your life with you only made it better.
But right now it was your hiding place. A place to forget, and a place to be in peace.
And that’s what it was for the next week.
You relaxed and tried to figure out what you were going to do. You knew that unless if it would kill you, you were going to go through with the pregnancy. You thought about aborting it, but a part of you loved Ransom so much that you couldn’t kill any part of him.
Then you thought about how you were going to raise your child. Where would you be? Would you tell them about Ransom? About his family?
Most importantly, you thought would Ransom be involved?
If he was, would you be a family, or would he still sleep around? Would he get sick of you?
That night, you couldn’t sleep. Just like most nights in the past week. Except this time, you were awoken by someone’s arms wrapped around you. Turning your head, you were met with a familiar face.
“Ransom?” You said, and in the blink of an eye his eyes met yours.
His eyes were swollen and red, with the left one surrounded by a faint bruise. You felt a slight change in the pressure around you.
“You look like shit,” You said.
“I’m sorry,” He said and he buried his face into your neck.
With him here, you didn’t know what to say. Especially since he apologized. Turning around, you forced him to look into your eyes.
“I’m sorry. I let those fuckers get to me. I didn’t mean it-” He said.
“They always get to you Hugh. Every single time.” You said. He was about to talk again, but you put a finger to his lips. “You don’t think of the consequences of your words, or your actions.”
His grip loosened around you as he began to close off.
“I’m not just thinking about myself here. I’m thinking about OUR child. As whether you like it or not, you were the one to knock me up. If you want to take responsibility or not is your choice. As if you don’t, you might as well be dead to me,” You said meeting his blank stare, which seemed to aggravate you more than you thought it would. “Cause I probably was too damn foolish to think that you’d still be my best friend, even after a drunken mishap. But apparently I’m just one of your little playthings that you’ll just throw away-”
His eyes flashed with unbridled anger when he cut you off and got out of the bed.
“How could you EVER think that you’re disposable to me? After everything we’ve been through!” He said and you got out of the bed and stood right in front of him.
“How could I not! Not after you said it was MY fault that I’m pregnant! When that happens to also be the fault of the goddamn dumbass that knocked me up in the first place!” You yelled and jabbed your finger in his chest. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you as close as humanly possible.
“I maybe the dumbass for ever trusting you in the first place. To ever think that we were friends,” He damn near growled at you. “I’m more of a fool to ever think that you could love me the way I love you,” He said and pushed you away and towards the bed.
Your heart shattered. You have loved him for a long time, and figured that he only saw you as a friend. Tears began to sting in your eyes as you looked away from him.
It was silent for the next couple minutes while you kept yourself from sobbing. Once you felt that you would be able to confront him, you looked at him. You noticed that he was tenser than earlier but more nervous.
“Ransom,” Your voice broke. His head snapped right to you. “I’ve loved you for years, and have trusted you even longer.”
He took a step closer to you. You stuck your arm out, signaling for him to stop.
“At the same time, you’ve hurt me more than any one ever has. I understand that you don’t get along with your family. That you constantly stoke up drama and other shit with them. You’ve even brought me into it before. You went too damn far this time.” His jaw clenched at the statement.
“Did you even think about how terrified I was to tell you that I was pregnant? How worried I was? Wondering if we’d ever be friends after this? How we would raise a child? The worst one that is still constantly going through my head is, will he stay?” That’s the moment your resolve broke and you were visibly crying with tear tracks falling down your face at an increasing pace.
Ransom took the couple steps to get to you before you could say anything else. Before you knew it, he wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. Your tears wetting his shirt. His hot breath fanned across the top of your head, and you could tell that he was saying something but not what he was saying. All you could really focus on was the warmth and strength of his embrace, and the way his hand was rubbing up and down the length of your back as he was trying to soothe you.
“I’m scared too,” Ransom said once you stoped crying. You looked up at him.
“Then let’s be scared together,” You said reaching up to cup his cheek. His mouth curved up into a smile that melted your heart.
The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the other’s presence. Silent promises exchanged between the two of you that helped ease the pain of the past week.
The moral of knives out was entitled rich people are the same. There were various types of political leanings in the Thrombey family: leftist, liberal, conservative, alt-right. However, none of that mattered when their money was threatened, whatever political opinions they held went out the window if it meant saving their lifestyle.
A/N: Hey y’all. I’m sorry that it’s been so long. Finals week was hell. In reference to the story, sorry if y’all are mad.
The next morning, you woke up, and the bed felt cold. You reached out for Ransom’s warm body, but you grasped at nothing. You sat up, startled, and looked around for Ransom, but he was nowhere to be found. You could smell something cooking in the kitchen and followed your nose with heightened interest. You walked into the kitchen to find Ransom with his back turned to you, hunched over the oven.
“Need any help with that?,” you asked sweetly as you leaned over the counter eagerly to see what Ransom was doing. He practically jumped halfway across the room at the sound of your voice.
“Jesus, Y/N! You scared me half to death! How about a little warning next time?”
“What’re you doing?”
“I was trying to make you breakfast as a thank you for last night and for letting me stay with you.”
“I hate to say it, but it looks like your bacon is burning,” you said as you pointed to a pan of what you really hoped was bacon, but was borderline unrecognizable at this point.
“Dammit!” he exclaimed as he removed the pan from the stove before he doused it with water and dumped the steaming contents in the trash. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted everything to be perfect for you because of how good you’ve been to me.”
“It’s okay,” you replied earnestly as you reached a hand across the counter and took his in a comforting gesture. “What’s in the oven though? At least that smells delicious!”
“Uh, it’s banana bread. It’s the only thing the maids taught me to make when I was little.”
“I’m sure it’s wonderful, Ransom, and besides every strip of bacon that you eat takes 15 minutes off of your lifespan! Your terrible cooking is actually saving us!”
“Thank you for saying that. Here, how about I make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight?” he asked as he pulled the banana bread out of the oven, sliced it, and handed you a piece.
“That sounds great! Where are we going?”
“I’ll try to get a reservation at Lucianno’s.”
“Ooh, fancy!”
“Yeah, so wear something nice,” he called out after you as you walked out of the kitchen.
…
Later that night, you stood in front of the mirror and admired yourself. You looked good.You had chosen to wear a tight black dress that showed off all of your curves with an open back. It also stopped mid thigh. You had picked up a new pair of heels last time you went shopping with your friends that you hadn’t had the opportunity to wear yet. They made your legs look fantastic. Your makeup and hair was simple as you didn’t want to overshadow your dress. You stepped out of your room to find Ransom already waiting for you in the entryway. He was wearing a navy suit that brought out the blue in his eyes and tugged at his shoulders, showing off how big he was.
“Damn Ransom! You clean up nice!” you exclaimed as he stood in front of you speechless. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” you teased him as you did a twirl to show off your dress.
“You look… gorgeous.”
“Thanks! Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” Ransom said shakily as he offered you his arm.
You arrived at the restaurant and were shown to your table. There was already a bottle of champagne waiting for you.
“Thank you so much,” you said as the hostess pulled your chair out for you. “Do they just give out free champagne here? Is it a rich people thing?”
“No,” he laughed. “I called ahead. Only the best for you, Y/N”
“That was really sweet of you.”
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“You already said that, Ransom.”
“It deserved to be said again.”
“What has gotten into you, what with all this being so nice and stuff?” you joked.
“It’s you, Y/N. You showed me kindness when you didn’t have to. You’re the greatest person I’ve ever known.”
“I’m glad that you’ve changed so much, Ransom. Maybe now you won’t commit attempted murder.” He laughed.
The waiter approached your table to take your order, but Ransom stopped you before you could speak
“Hi. I’d like to order for the lady as well.” You rolled your eyes. You hated when guys did this. They always ordered you a salad, and got a hamburger for themselves. “She’ll have a 16 ounce sirloin with a side of a baked potato. Also, can I add on an additional side of frites to that? And I’ll have the chicken picatta please.”
The waiter nodded and took your order back to the kitchen.
“Wow. You’re good at that.”
“I pride myself on knowing you better than the general public,” he teased you.
“Okay, but frites?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to call them french fries at upscale restaurants.”
The rest of dinner was great. You laughed through the entire thing. Y’all went out for a walk and some ice cream.
“Tonight was really great. Thank you for this, Ransom,” you said as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.
“I had a fun time too,”he replied. You could feel his hand pressing into your back as he guided you to your door and gently pinned you against it. He began to lean in and closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?” you asked incredulously as you put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back.
“Well, it’s customary to kiss a pretty girl goodnight after a date.”
“What?”
“Are you telling me that you didn’t know this was a date?”
“No. I thought we were going out to dinner as friends.”
“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel what I feel!” Ransom yelled.
“No, Ransom. I can’t do this with you, not again!”
“What do you mean?”
“You cheated on me, Ransom, with my best friend! You treated me like your property the entire time that we were together, and you never listened to any of my opinions!”
“I’ve changed!” he argued.
“Have you? Because murdering people doesn’t really scream ‘I’m a better person now,’ does it Ransom?”
“That’s not fair and you know it, Y/N!”
“Isn’t it? Spoiled little rich boy, who’s never had anybody say no gets upset because for the first time, somebody did say no to you. Most people would have just taken it, but no! You had to murder somebody!”
“It wasn’t my fault!”
“That’s what you always say. You never take responsibility for your actions! You always find somebody to blame it on! I’m sick of it!”
“Why can’t you just let me in?” he pleaded.
“No, Ransom! I let you be the main character in my life for way too long. I’m done!”
“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel the chemistry between us!” Ransom yelled before he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you passionately.
You pulled away slowly and looked down at your feet.
Warnings:18+!Smut. Dubcon but not really. D/S themes. Reader being a brat
Word Count: 1.6k
“Ransom, we’re out of milk!” you shouted as you tried in vain to shake out any meager drops that remained over your bowl of cereal.
“Go get some more,” you heard him yell back from the living room. You followed his voice to find him sitting on his couch watching his tenth episode of Criminal Minds in a row.
“How long has it been since you left the couch?”
“They’re about to catch the Replicator!” he protested.
“The BAU isn’t going anywhere. Now, go to the store and pick up some more milk.”
“Oh, so my little princess is trying to give me orders now?” Ransom asked as he grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto the couch and into his arms. You started to relax back into his strong arms as he began to plant a trail of kisses down your neck, before you stopped yourself.
“No,” you said as you pushed yourself away from him and sat up. “You need to go to the store.”
“But you’re much more fun than the grocery store.”
“Ransom,” you reprimanded him lightly. “I hate dry cereal, and besides it’ll be good for you to get some fresh air.”
“No air out there is fresh. It’s all contaminated with corona.”
“That’s why you wear a mask and use plenty of hand sanitizer.”
“But what if that’s not enough? Are you really willing to risk my life like that? You’re ready to lose me?” he asked in an over dramatic voice.
“For cocoa pops with milk I’d do anything. You know it turns the milk chocolatey and that’s very important to me, Ransom.”
“Since when are Cocoa Pops more important than me?”
“Forever. Now, get your ass up off the couch and go get me my milk,” you ordered him as you got up and tried to pull Ransom off of the couch as well with all your body weight.
“This is hopeless, you know,” he said as he watched you with a bored expression, unmoved despite your best attempts.
“Do you love me, Ransom?”
“Of course I do, baby.”
“So you’ll get me my milk!”
“You’re really not gonna give up, are you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Fine,” he said as he lazily got off of the couch before he kissed you gently on the forehead, grabbed his coat and slipped out the door.
He returned a little less than an hour later with your milk jug in hand.
“Hey, babe. I missed you while I was gone,” he said as he stepped through the door.
“You were only gone for 45 minutes,” you said as you fumbled with the remote. “Why were you gone that long anyway? It only takes 10 minutes to drive into town, 5 minutes with the way that you drive.”
“I couldn’t find the milk, and I didn’t want to ask a store person because I figured they’re the most at risk for catching corona, and I certainly don’t want to get it.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Yeah, but you love me. So what are you watching?”
“Nothing,” you answered quickly.
“Y/N?”
“Ransom,” you replied sweetly.
“I’m gonna ask you again. What are you watching?”
“I told you, it’s nothing, just some stupid show. Don’t worry about it,” you said immediately. Ransom, suspicious of you, stepped out of the doorway and further into the living room to see the TV as you desperately tried to turn it off.
“Is that Criminal Minds?” he shrieked at an impossibly high pitched level.
“I just wanted to see what you were so hyped up about.”
“So you watched ahead of me? I buy you milk and this is how you repay me? You know who the Replicator is and I don’t.”
“Oh, I can tell you! It’s-“
“No!” Ransom shouted as he clapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to hear it. LALALALALALA,” he sang as he walked out of the room.
“Ransom!” you called out as you ran after him.
“You betrayed me,Y/N” he yelled from inside your room.
“Ransom, don’t you think that you’re being a little overdramatic?” you shouted as you jiggled the locked handle. “Let me in. We can talk about this!”
“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Y/N!”
“Fine. I’ll come back when you’re ready to stop acting like a child!” you screamed as you stomped down the stairs to pour yourself a drink.
…
A couple of hours later, you heard Ransom’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Are you finally ready to talk?” you asked as you looked up from your third glass of red wine.
“No, but I was hungry, and I wanted some mac and cheese.”
“Whatever,” you mumbled as you watched Ransom raid the shelves and attempt to turn on the stove.
“Do you know how to make mac and cheese?”
“I do,” you said simply. Ransom fixed you with a questioning stare, urging you to go on. “Well, I’m certainly not going to tell you while you’re still acting like a two year old.”
“Please. I’m starving.”
“You know, it’s nice to hear you beg for once.”
“Don’t talk dirty to me, princess, not right now.”
“I will do whatever I please. You’re not the boss of me,” you said defiantly.
“Yes, I am,” Ransom said darkly as he took a step towards you. “Make me some damn mac and cheese.”
“No.”
“You will do as I say, you little brat,” he said before he pinned you back against the wall and captured your lips in a crushing, almost painful kiss. You ended the kiss abruptly and slipped out from under his arms.
“Does this mean that you’re not angry at me anymore?”
“I’m still mad, but there are ways for me to get over it.”
“Good, then I’ll make you your mac and cheese now,” you said cheerfully as you retrieved a pot from under the stove and turned the stove on.
“I believe that I’ve found other ways of satisfying my hunger,” he said as he pressed himself against you from behind, and turned your head so that he could kiss you greedily.
“Slow down mister,” you chided him as you swatted away one of his wandering hands. “You were so insistent about your mac and cheese, so now, I’m going to make it for you, and you are going to enjoy it.”
“Fine,” he sighed as he settled himself at a stool across from you at the counter. “Watching you cook is hot too.”
“You need to calm yourself.”
“It’s not my fault that my wife is so hot.”
“You’re not worming your way into my pants right now, Ransom. Now, eat up,” you said as you slid a steaming bowl of mac and cheese across the counter to him before leaving the kitchen for your room.
Half an hour later, Ransom pushed through your bedroom door to find you sitting on your bed, reading a book. He flung himself onto the bed and attempted to cuddle you while popping open the top few buttons of the shirt you were wearing which was actually his.
“Stop it, Ransom. I’m trying to finish my book!” you protested with a giggle.
“I can think of better ways to spend your time,” he said as he began to lightly trace your breasts underneath your shirt.
“Ransom, stop!”
“Why devour that book when I could be devouring you?” His hand began roaming lower and lower as you began to involuntarily give into him with small movements, craving him, but you forced yourself to snap out of it.
“You’re insatiable. Come back later. These legs are closed right now. I really want to finish this book. I want to know who did it.”
“It was the maid,” he answered before chucking your book halfway across the room and started nipping at the base of your neck playfully.
“Ugh, now I have to get up and go get it, dickwad,” you said as you stood to go get it, but Ransom grabbed your arm and pulled back onto the bed, kissing you passionately.”
“Or you could stay right here.” He looked into your eyes waiting for you to answer him, but you were still left breathless from his kiss. He took that as a yes and began to kiss a trail down your stomach.
“I never could say no to you,” you said as soon as you regained your breath. You pulled his head back up gently to meet yours, and you kissed him deeply, a clashing of teeth and tongues.
“As I recall, you were a bad girl today, talking back to me like that. I can show you better uses for that pretty mouth.” Ransom kicked his sweatpants off, confirming what you already knew: that he wasn’t wearing boxers. You took his cock in your mouth and started to suck, but Ransom was impatient and pushed you down further on his cock. You could feel him getting more desperate, so you stopped. “Ah baby, you’re so good with that mouth.”
“I want you inside me, Ransom.” Not needing to be told twice, he immediately aligned himself at your center and pushed into you. You moaned as you slid down to his hilt.
“Baby, you take me so well,” he groaned as he thrust into you. Within minutes the two of you were both moaning incoherently and you felt your stomach clench. Seconds later, you came with Ransom following soon after you too.
As you disentangled yourselves, you nestled your head on top of Ransom’s chest.
“I love you more than Criminal Minds, Ransom,” you whispered into his chest. He was silent for a few moments before you cleared your throat in expectation.
“What? It’s a hard decision to make!”
“Whatever. I still love you.”
“I love you too,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed the top of your head.
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.
I truly am obsessed with how Knives Out was like. Hello Daniel Craig, man who has spent the past two decades of his career being alternately beaten up and objectified playing an action hero with no personality. Would you like to please put on a shirt and an incomprehensible vaguely Texan accent and flex your character acting dark comedy muscles as well as your pecs for a while. And he’s like BOY WOULD I and they made a work of art. Also love that they put Chris Evans in sweaters. Get your beefcakes then dress them nice make them soft and give them some bonkers character work to do it’s what cinema needs more of
