request: I know you mentioned ending your sleepover early, so I hope I made it! Angst/fluffy with a happy ending with Ransom Drysdale for the prompts: "What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face." + "I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you." If you can't, totally cool! Have an awesome rest of your week!! - blackwidownat2814
pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader
word count: 973
warnings?: angst with a happy ending, fluff, pet name (kitten), not proofread
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Ransom was hiding something from you. You knew that much to be true. Between him dodging your calls, his short responses to your texts, and conveniently having an emergency meeting that meant he had to miss not one but two of your dates. And all in the last week?! Yeah. Yeah...Something was definitely up. You just didn't know what it was.
You wanted to trust him, you really did. But...you'd only been dating for a few months. And before you came along, Ransom had never really been in a long-term relationship. Flings and one-night stands were his bread and butter. Would it be so illogical of you to think that perhaps he would fall back into old habits?
Part of you wanted to drive right up to his home, bang on his door until he opened it, and demand answers. After all, if he wasn't going to come to you, then you could always go to him. But, the more rational part of your brain convinced you to call one more time, to leave a voicemail explaining your anxieties, and hope for the best. If he still wouldn't respond...Well, perhaps it would be better to cut things off now than to only be more hurt down the line.
"Hey, Ran, it's me. Again," you said when you were forwarded to voicemail. "I, uh, really miss you. I don't...I don't understand why you're avoiding me. I wish you would just talk to me. Right now...I feel like you're having second thoughts on our relationship. If that's the case, tell me. Please. And...if it's something else, tell me. I want this to work, but, with the way things have been, it almost feels like it's already over. Okay. Call me, please. Bye."
And now...All you could so was wait and hope that maybe he would respond.
Not wanting to sit around twiddling your thumbs until Ransom decided you were worthy of his presence, you got in the shower and started to wash the horrible day away. Not only were you having to deal with...whatever was going on with Ransom, but work had been absolutely horrendous. Between ridiculously long meetings, working overtime nearly every night this week, and being screamed at over the littlest of things (and, often things that weren't even your fault), you were just ready to do something fun for once. Something for you. So, you treated yourself to your best body wash, took your time shaving to make sure you didn't miss any patches of hair. Then, when you got out, you redid your makeup, choosing a slightly more glam look compared to your usual office makeup. After fixing your hair and makeup, you pulled on a beautiful red dress that you'd been dying to wear—the same dress you'd been planning on wearing to at least one of the dates Ransom had canceled.
But just as you grabbed your phone, keys, and purse, there was a knock on the door.
You opened it without looking out the peephole, your brows raising in surprise. "Wow," you said. "Wasn't expecting this."
Ransom stared down at his shoes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm sorry."
"For what? I'm gonna need more than that, Ran."
He looked up at you, hesitating as he took in your appearance. "Were you going out?"
"Yeah. Figured I could treat myself after my boyfriend decided to ghost me."
"Were you...were you going out with someone?" he asked, his jaw clenching as he finished his sentence.
You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Seriously? Seriously? That was what he was gonna ask? He wasn't even going to give you a sincere apology before jumping to conclusions? "Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. Does it matter?"
Ransom uncrossed his arms, reaching out to you. "Kitten, I'm sorry, I really am—"
And that's when you saw it. You grabbed his hand before he could touch you, running your thumb over the blue and purple splotches decorating his knuckles. "What happened to your hand?"
He paused. "I hit my hand on something."
"On what?"
"Your ex's face." He sighed, before explaining, "I saw him, at some dinner party my parents made me go to. I didn't know he was gonna be there, but he was. And he kept saying such...disgusting things about you. And you don't deserve that. I don't know, I kind of blacked out in rage and the next thing I knew, his face was all bloody and I was being thrown out. I didn't know how to explain that to you so I just...I thought if I blew you off long enough, by the next time I saw you, my hand would be healed. I didn't think about how you would feel though, and I'm sorry for causing you pain."
You pulled him into your apartment, closing the door behind him. Wordlessly, you led him to the couch, sitting down with him. "Ran, you can tell me anything. I wouldn't thought any less of you for this."
"I know. It's just..." He paused. "You know, I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you. And now that I have you, I know you're my soulmate. And I'm terrified of doing anything to lose you."
"You won't lose me. Unless you pull this don't-talk-to-me stunt again," you said. "I was gonna go out for dinner, but how about we stay in, order some food, and have some makeup cuddles?"
Ransom's face brightened, and he pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. "I would love that. And I'm really sorry. I'll do whatever it takes to prove that."
"Well, you can start by ordering some Insomnia Cookies while I order the pizza, okay?"
