I kept thinking about what tragedy it was that that was going to happen that I actually had a full dream about Andy being alive and kidnapping kitten, Iris and Frank and then torturing them and no one knew what was going on bc Iris wasn’t really talking to them so it made sense for her to not pick up the phone and they thought frank wasn’t answering either bc he was with her but then they realized kitten wasn’t home and started to panic and aster was like what if Andy kidnapped them but ransom was denying it saying he is dead but then blade barged into the room and said that he had been investigating this for a while and that he was working in secret with Curtis and Ari to discover where Andy was hiding all this time and that they had to move
I woke up thinking what the fuck did I just dream about
Thank goodness it was just Dayton dying (not good because story never catches a break but better then crazy abusive Andy being back)
You know it's funny you say that. Story was a bit on edge from the beginning of the race. She had a dream...and since you brought up this dream, I'm going to work it into the story, because Iris would TOTALLY dream this. The only people who know that Andy is dead is Ransom, Kitten, Frank, Curtis, Nat, Ari, and Sam of course. And Curtis and Nat know he's dead dead. But Iris has been dealing with some major issues concerning her Barber side of the family. But Story wasn't the only one I saw having a nightmare.
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It Was Just A Dream
Summary: Reoccurring dreams
Pairings: Story Drysdale X Dayton White, Iris Drysdale X James Rogers, Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of death, (everything happens in a dream) 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 800
Desperate Lives AU Masterlist
Story Drysdale Masterlist
Story sits up in the bed, drenched in sweat. She looks over to the sleepy Dayton. His fists rubbing out the sleep in his eyes. Her breaths coming out in pants, and he finally sits up to wrap his arm around her. "Petal, what is it?"
"I had a nightmare."
"It's just a dream. Nothing can hurt you in them," he brings her face to bury in his chest. "Shh...tomorrow is the big day. I need my rest, beautiful."
"I know. I'm sorry," her eyes look around the room. This isn't the way she envisioned living with someone. It's true his house is immaculate, but it lacks character, it's too perfect and not lived in. Everything so white and shiny. Story's unsure how he's going to react to a rambunctious little boy. Kids are always so sticky.
"You need rest too. You've got to start my motor in the morning," he gives a sly chuckle, and she gives him a tiny nudge. "Sex with you before a race is a good luck charm."
"Oh, hush," Story thinks about her nightmare and how she had to choose between him and Carter. Whoever she chose, the other would die. A recurring nightmare, and no matter what was said, what had happened leading up to the choice, she always chose Carter. She can't help but think if it was Carter in the bed with her, he would be singing Beautiful Dreamer to her.
Iris turns over in the bed to cling to James, "Hey, sweetheart what's wrong?" she continues to cry in his chest. Her hands feeling all over his body, making sure she's no longer in the dream. "That same dream again?"
"Yeah. This time, he got us, Andy. I knew from the moment I saw him he wasn't Frank, but my dream self still went with him. He tricked me, and he had mom and Pops, Jamey."
"Andy is too afraid to come back. He's been gone for twenty-five years."
"But they never found him," she whispers on him. "Blade and Curtis were working on a case against him. Jamey it was so real."
His hands soothingly rub up and down her back and she melts on him. Sinking even deeper in his warm embrace. "Why don't we talk to Blade. Or even Curtis."
"I don't remember him, but I hate him so much. What he did to mom, what he did to Pops, even what he did to dad."
You pace around your bedroom, Ransom sound asleep in the bed. No matter the amount of time that's passed, he's still your favorite face. He's been your rock, and you love watching him sleep. Even though your body is buzzing because of that stupid dream. A dream that one of your daughters would pass away before they ever rekindled their relationship.
You know that Iris needs time. Time to process, time to deal with her identity, and even time to process what had happened to her that she doesn't even remember. The constant reminder that biologically she isn't Ransom's. Even though she knows her dad would kill and be killed for her.
His hand moves around on your side of the bed, that unconscious search for your body. When it never finds you, he sits up abruptly. Walking closer to his side, you lean over giving him a kiss. "Kitten, why aren't you in the bed?" pressing your hand against his rapidly beating heart at the prospect of you gone, he pulls it off to kiss your palm. "That stupid dream again?"
"It's not stupid to me."
"I know. If I had the dream, you would be the one comforting me. They'll talk again."
"When?"
"Soon. Iris loves Story, she's just confused. Her confusion isn't about Story, she's just projecting it to her, because she knows Story will forgive her. It's also easier for her to compartmentalize her feelings."
"When did you get so smart?" you laugh.
He gives you another kiss to your palm. "I don't know maybe the decades of therapy I've had with you. Lay down," he pulls your body onto the bed even though you protest, his hand starting to spread your thighs. "Kitten, you still warm my cock while I suck on your tits when I need comfort. Can I not just fucking put my fingers in you so you can get some sleep. I've got to go to the race with Story tomorrow."
"You're so romantic."
"Twenty-five years of being with me, I don't need to be romantic," his lips press sloppy open mouth kisses all over your face and neck. "But I will be whatever you need me to be, babe. I love you."
"Yeah, I guess you're okay," Ransom gives you a quick nibble to your neck. His body hovering over you. "I love you, Hugh Ransom Drysdale. I wouldn't want to share this life with anyone else."
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