Request: Ransom Drysdale fluff
*before the events of Knives Out*
"You ever gonna order something new, honey?" You ask.
Everyday, the same guy would come into the donut shop you work at, order a medium black coffee and one plain donut.
"I'll stick with this..." he gives you a small smile. "I'm Ransom, by the way. I see you working all the time, so I figure we might as well get to know each other."
You roll your eyes. "Sure, honey... but you're holding up the line... I get off at noon, though."
Ransom chuckles a little before grabbing his coffee from the counter.
You know he won't come back. There's still two and a half hours before your shift ends.
"I'd be careful around him, (y/n)," your coworker says. "I hear he's trouble."
You don't reply, just shrug your shoulders.
Your shift finally comes to a close and you head out the front door.
When you get to your car, you see Ransom leaning up against the side of a white Beamer.
"You said noon..."
*****
That was the start of your relationship. After that day, he would come in and order something different. Usually something that you suggested to him the day before.
The two of you hung out together almost everyday. And you could feel yourself falling.
Ransom knew that he wasn't the type of guy to keep a relationship. He's a playboy. Love em then leave em. But with you, it's different. He's never felt this way before. The L-word. Those four letters sit in the back of his mind every time he sees you. The butterflies in his chest, his heart skipping a beat. It's love. And all for you.
He'll never look at a woman the same way he looks at you. He wants to change... just for a chance to love you. Actually love you. Pick you up just to watch tv or go for a drive. He wants to be the last person you'll ever be in love with.
But he's terrified of breaking your heart.
"You okay, honey?" You ask.
"Yeah...um.. I've just been thinking about something."
"Want to talk about it?"
Ransom shrugs. "I think I should but I don't know how to say it..."
He pulls you closer to him on the couch.
"I've been thinking... and I want to try something new.. with us."
"And what might that be?"
He leans down and gives you a quick kiss.
"That."
You grin before kissing him again. "I can handle that."
I like this one 🥺
-ry
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