❝ I've got you locked in now, (Y/N). ❞

Request

My 2020 just got better seeing that you write for Ransom Drysdale now! May I have an imagine with Ransom where the reader pranks him to prove a point by ghosting him. She attends Harlan's birthday party a couple days later. Her original plan was to drop off a present and a treat and leave because she wanted to avoid Ransom. She gets side tracked and Ransom gets to her and locks himself and the reader in a room and won't let her leave until he gets an explanation. The rest is up to you. Thank you

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"You've got to be shittin' me," ransom exclaimed loudly. "she still isn't responding back to me. It's been three days!‌"

"Maybe she finally saw through your bullshit,"‌ meg called out, putting down a pile of plates on the nicely set up table. "I mean, it took a while but I'm glad that she eventually figured out the asshole that you are."

"Oh Meg," ransom chuckled in amusement. "you're such a bitch."

 Megan threw the blue eyed man the bird, only to retrieve the same gesture right back at her from him in mockery. Megan scoffed and stormed off into the next room over. Ransom remained in his seat and turned back to his phone to scroll through the text messages he has been sending you. Ransom was continuously shaking his head as his ocean blue eyes snaked their way down the texts.

 Not one response. Nothing. Not even a read. It drove Ransom absolutely insane. Ransom has been texting you, but no response. He has been calling you, but you never picked up. He even went over to your house, but never had the door opened to him. It was as if you had totally and completely disappeared out of his life, and he wasn't ready for that to happen.

"I believe (Y/N) is coming to my birthday party tonight," spoke his grandfather who came entering the room. "you are talking about (Y/N)‌ (Y/L/N), correct?"

"When is he not?" the ignorant teenage girl asked, strutting her way back into the room. "Ransom is utterly obsessed with that woman. Poor (Y/N)."

Ransom ignored Megan's remark and turned to face Harlan. "Yes. I'm talking about (Y/N). You said she's coming tonight to your birthday party? Are you sure?"

 Harlan nodded, which was all Ransom needed to interpret a plan that included the help from his grandfather.

—

 Ransom was the only thing on your mind as you pulled up to the mansion. Your gift and batch up cookies were sitting in the back of your car and ready to be taken inside. The only thing that you weren't ready for was taking the risk of bumping into Ransom. Earlier this week, he claimed that the silent treatment wasn't effective, and you knew you already proved him wrong after the first day, but you decided to keep the prank going. It was entertaining.

 You slammed the car door shut with your gift and batch of brownies in your arms. The dogs happily greeted you as you made your way to the front door.

—

 Ransom snapped his eyes at the front door as he heard the familiar knocking pattern, the one that was done only by you. Ransom wanted to race to open the door, but was beat by Megan instead. He grumbled bitterly and carried on in the room where everyone was chatting with each other. His ocean blue eyes lit up as he saw the love of his life enter into the house. He noticed the gift in your arms and he knew where the gifts were supposed to go.

 Ransom brushed off his stylish, brown coat and confidently began to approach your way. Ransom saw you glance at him, which meant you saw him coming, but your next action wasn't what he was expecting. You sped off the complete opposite direction. He couldn't believe it. You were avoiding him. He bit down on his bottom lip, not aware of what he could have done to cause this.

 Ransom decided to ignore it and stomped his way to his grandfather. He gave him the code tap on his shoulders to indicate to put the plan into action.

—

 You secretly peeked around the corner to see what your boyfriend was doing. Fortunately, he was going upstairs, which meant that the main floor was free from him. You couldn't help but giggle. The prank was going smoother than his lips. You left the kitchen and placed the gifts and treats down in their rightful places. Once everything was done with, you went up to Harlan to wish him happy birthday.

"Happy birthday Harlan!"‌ you cheered happily, giving him a tight hug from behind. "Eighty five already huh?"

 Harlan laughed at your comment and told you how happy he was to see you. He pulled out a random letter out of his jacket and placed it on the table in front of him. He raised it front of his eyes and squinted at them.

"Now, let's see here," he sighed, bringing the letter closer. He grunted in frustration before looking up at you. "sweetheart, would you mind going upstairs to my room and retrieving my glasses? I can't read worth a damn without those glasses."

"I um, I can read it for—"

"Ransom isn't in my room, (Y/N)," harlan interrupted, making your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "you're safe sweetheart."

 You trusted Harlan's words and nodded in agreement. You leave him and walk up the creaky old stairs. You never knew why they never fixed the creakiness of the stairs, it really bothered you. You walked up the stairs to Harlan's closed door room. You opened the wooden door and entered the room. You walked straight ahead and turned to his drawers that held his glasses.

 A sudden door slam alarmed you and you whipped around, only to see the person you wished not to see tonight. Ransom. He had a smug look on his face, but overall, he didn't look amused. Ransom turned around, and a few clicks later, the door was locked. He twisted back around and held the key up, soon tucking it away into his coat.

"I've got you locked in now (Y/N)," ransom claimed. "I have one question for you, sweetheart. Why did you ghost me?" ransom asked, now slowly approaching you. "If you tell me, I'll let you out, but if not, it's going to be a long night."

 His eyes glistened with anger, but you knew he wasn't. You knew for a fact he was soft for you. He always was. You kept your mouth closed and slowly backed away from him as he was coming closer. You couldn't break. Ransom raised his eyebrows and clenched his jaw in response.

"Hello? (Y/N)?" ransom called out, waving his hand at you. "Am I all of a sudden the ghost now? Why the hell aren't you responding." You remained silent, angering him even further. "Stop with the bullshit (Y/N). TALK TO ME!"

 You were inches away from the wall, but was instantly pinned against it by Ransom. His hands were pressed against your shoulders.‌ You could tell he didn't want you to leave. You avoided his gaze as you felt his breath against your skin. In the process of Ransom trying to break you, you sneakily slipped out the little note out of your pocket and slid it into his coat pocket, switching it out with his key.

"(Y/N), why the hell did you ghost me?"‌ he asked again. "Nobody ghosts me."

 A small smirk appeared across your lips and you rose your eyes up to meet with his.

"There's always a first for everything."

 Ransom's face scrunched up in confusion and breathed out a, "What?"‌ before you gripped onto his arms and broke free from him. You took his arms and forcefully pulled them behind his back. You leaned in close to his ear.

"Point proven."

 Ransom was still confused, but next thing you did was shove him to the ground. He inhaled sharply as his body hit the ground. You jumped over him and raced toward the door, immediately shoving the key into the door. Your heart was racing as you heard Ransom continuously scream your name, demanding you to stop. You ripped the door open and flew down the stairs, surprised that Ransom didn't catch you.

 You dashed out of the house and to your car, laughing to yourself. You did it!‌ You were able to prove a point to Ransom, and it was one hell of a ride.

—

 Ransom scrambled up to his feet, already pissed off that he wasn't able to catch you. He ran down the stairs, and seeing that everybody was looking outside the open front door, he knew that you had already escaped. Ransom yelled in anger and slammed the front door in defeat, frightening everyone in the room.

"I can't believe all you shithead's let (Y/N)‌ get away like that!"‌ he shouted at everyone. "This family is a—"

 His hand fell upon a paper in his pocket. His eyes glanced down at he pulled it out almost instantly. He aggressively unfolded the paper and his temper began to die down as he read the letter. It was you taunting to Ransom about the prank and how your point was proven. It made your "point proven" sentence make sense to him. When he finished the letter, he lifted up his eyes to see the room full of his family staring intensely at him. He chuckled softly and tucked the letter back into his pocket.

"Okay, I may have overreacted a little bit." he admitted. Nobody reacted and just kept staring. "Um, who wants cake?"

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