#like a murder guy notices somthing in a younger guy that makes them the same

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Anyone else notice the similarities between Hannibal and The Hitcher?

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Make An Effort

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Prompt “you’ll break your ankle before you get the door open.”

Ransom Drysdale x reader

You were going to kill her. Pretty boy over there wasn’t going to be the only one with a possible murder charge. Your best friend dragged you along to this escape game with her boyfriend Dylan, and his friend Ransom,

You couldn’t stand the guy, he was an ass to everyone except you, and you couldn’t figure out why. It was always

‘Y/n, have you eaten?’

‘Y/n, do you have a safe ride home?”

‘Y/n, put your seatbelt on I’m a horrible driver’

And he was always lingering behind you when the group went out. His build and sharp glare keeping men from approaching you, his bloody knuckles you cleaned in a bar bathroom one night when a drunk didn’t heave his warning and got touchy with you. he looked like a protective boyfriend, which he definitely wasn’t.

You couldn’t figure him out, why would he be so taken with you. And why would a rich trust fund kid want to hang out with the three of you in an cheesy escape room.

“We should do the mummy one!”

Dylan shouts, scrolling through the room options. His red shirt clashing with the bright blue pants he was wearing. You’d think being Ransoms friend he would’ve pick up some style. You hate to admit it, but Ransom always looked good. His light blue sweater making him look incredible and tied together with the no doubt expensive shoes he was wearing.

“No, Y/n doesn’t like zombies.”

Everyone collectively turning to look at the taller man, he was right you don’t like zombies, but how did he know that. You only mentioned it once to Claire during a movie night, you didn’t even remember him being there. Dylan scoffing, rolling his eyes. While Ransom was a trust fund kid, Dylan was a frat boy and he acted like one.

“Mummy’s aren’t zombies.”

“Close enough, pick something else Dylan.”

One of the most irritating things about Ransom was his devilish good looks, which can at times be intimidating. That matched with the glare he was shooting at the shorter man, Dylan gave up the fight quickly, scrolling for a different room.

“You know this is practically a double date.”

There it was, like clock work. Hover, defend and approach. Fighting not to lean into the warmth he chest was exuding being so close to your back. His breath fanning over your neck and shoulder, as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

“We’re not on a date Ransom.”

“Why not, you know I could treat you better then someone like that doofus.”

He was right, he probably could. But you’re not telling him that.

“It will take a lot more effort to get me to go out with you.”

Patting him on the cheek pouting, following Claire and Dylan to which ever room they picked, hearing Randoms steps behind you.

You couldn’t hold back your laughs when you saw the name of the room.

‘Inspired by the Harlan Thrombey novels’

Hiding your wide smile behind your fist when you saw Ransoms face, pure annoyance.

Glaring at Dylan, again. Eyes softening when they land on you, your giggles are his weakness. Even if the room pissed him off, it made you laugh so he couldn’t be to mad about it.

“On second thought, Ransom, you’re with me. No one would know this room better.”

Clutching his arm, trying your hardest not to squeeze the hard muscle, you didn’t need him to know you were enjoying this. Gently grabbing your hand off his arm lacing it with his, looking down at you with a smile he only had for you.

“I’ll always be on your side.”

He meant it, not just for an escape room against your friends, he’s always have your back like he wishes someone had his.

Jumping into action when the lock sounds.

Looking for clues and solving puzzles. It was fun, Ransom was smarter then you thought.

Ransom, gave Dylan the key that unlocked the door, you were to busy giving Ransom a high five you didn’t notice the door shutting behind your friends, leaving you both locked inside without a key. Frantically banging against the door, screaming for anyone that could hear. Ransom looked almost unaffected. But you chopped that up to his

‘I don’t care attitude’

“Stop! You’ll break your ankle before you get that door open!”

He growls, picking you up off the floor your feet dangling.

“I’ve seen it on TV I can kick it down!”

You were still kicking around, trying to get out if his unwavering grip. As he shushes you, rubbing your waist in circles.

“I’m sure you could tiger, why don’t you sit with me and wait for them to unlock it. I really don’t want to take you to the ER at midnight.”

Huffing in defeat, his hold on you slowly loosening, not fully though. Still keeping you close as he sets you both on the red leather couch that matches his grandfather’s.

You could tell he had somthing on his mind, but knew that pushing wouldn’t do anything so you let him do it in his own time.

“Why can’t we be together?”

He’s asked that before, you gave the same answer every time. Saying you didn’t match.

You wanted to help people, he didn’t.

You worked for what you had, he didn’t.

It could never work is what you told yourself.

But since you’ve known him he’s changed.

He started writing his own books, he’d drop off drafts for you to read when you complained of being bored, or would read to you while you cooked you both dinner on rainy days. He stoped being rude to the ‘help’ and didn’t torment his younger cousins, at least not when you were around.

And he’s never asked that question with the venerable look in his eyes.

“I don’t know”

You sighed, subconsciously tucking yourself closer into side. Which didn’t go unnoticed by him. His fingers gently touching you jawline to pull your face to look at him. Hoping you can see the adoration he has for you in his eyes.

“Then give me a shot, please. I promise I’ll be the man you’ve always wanted.”

You knew he would be, he already was. Biting your lip immediately catching his attention, not that you didn’t always have it.

He has to force himself to remember to breath when you nod your head.

He can’t help himself he’s to excited that you’ll actually be his, and he will be yours.

Almost timidly pressing his lips to yours, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted. But you didn’t, you kissed him back. He was sure he was dreaming.

“Please don’t be mad,”

Before you have a chance to ask why, he raises his voice slightly, looked towards the door.

“You can open it now!”

And just like that the door opens, looking between the now unlocked door and his blushing face in bewilderment.

“I paid the kid fifty bucks to lock us in here.”

Answering your unasked question while guiding you out, a hand placed on your lower back. Now that he could touch you without fear of a black eye, he was never going to let you go.

“Are you serious?”

Giving you his dazzling smile, that should really be illegal. Opening the door to his jag for you. Your friends being long gone by now.

“You’re the one that said I had to make more of an effort, mission achieved.”

Shooting you a wink from the drivers seat. Immediately grasping your hand holding in in his lap while he drives you home. He made an effort alright, you were always his and him yours now it’s just official.

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