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I love this story so much! I’m a sucker for a good soulmates story and it being Frankie?! 🥰 Even better!

Santi cracks me up 🤣 Someone get the spray bottle so they can make him behave!

Dreamers part 1 feat. Frankie Morales

Summary: Old wives tales talked of soul mates being connected through dreams, but this notion no longer held weight in today’s day and age, what with apps for dating and pills to make sleep heavy and devoid of images. So you didn’t think anything of your beach dreams, even when they got stronger and the emotions you felt so intensely stayed with you for hours after you woke. They were just dreams... right?

My contribution to @burntheedges Roll-a-Trope fic challenge. I got Frankie + Soulmates.

Frankie Morales x f!reader 'Kit' | Rating: 18+ MDNI | Word Count: 3,420

Content Warnings: surreal and bad feeling dreams, talk of prison, ending of a marriage, betrayal, traveling, maladaptive day dreaming, no smut yet but there will be in the next parts

Author's Notes: Thank you to @burntheedges for this prompt. I never had the pull towards soulmate fics but this experience has changed my mind!

Thank you to @noxturnalpascal for picking up my typos and handing them back to me in gentle love, and @strang3lov3 for their magic powers and brainstorming abilities and to @bitchesuntitled for their eyes and love. Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the dividers

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Beaches. You’d dreamed of beaches for almost your whole life. Not the beaches you lived near with their rocky pacific northwest bleakness, no. The beaches you dreamed of were long and sandy, calling you to come walk and warm your feet on them and stare into the turquoise abyss that kissed them. 

Old wives tales talked of soul mates being connected through dreams, but this notion no longer held weight in today’s day and age, what with apps for dating and pills to make sleep heavy and devoid of images. So you didn’t think anything of your beach dreams, even when they got stronger and the emotions you felt so intensely stayed with you for hours after you woke. They were just dreams. 

They still remained just dreams when you met Tony at 22, and they continued as you slept next to him night after night, kept on after you were engaged and then married. Just dreams of beaches. 

It wasn’t until you suspected something was going on that Tony was trying to keep from you. His evasive behavior and random trips out of the house and the amount of cash he carried on hand had you thinking he was cheating - that you could have at least considered tolderating or moving past - but when he came home, panic in his eyes, and told you to turn off your cell phone, then explained what he had been doing all along, your world fell apart.

Tony had gotten himself involved with a group of men from his youth, trying to - and successfully - pulling him into a drug ring. He tried to justify it by saying he was keeping you safe and told you he wanted to give you a lifestyle that a pipe welder couldn’t do, so he ran drugs - cocaine mainly - and he was sorry he lied. But he swore that everything would be fine.

It was fine until it wasn’t: an undercover cop had infiltrated the ring and he was scared. It wasn’t his first run in with the law, but this was bigger, and he knew he was at risk of losing you, and told you it was just two runs he did and that was it - nothing more.

When the police showed up a few weeks later on a Sunday morning to arrest him, it was there that you got the full truth: he’d been pressing the cocaine and buffing it, packaging it and selling it. It was more than two trips and it was more than a couple hundred dollars. 

Stunned, you watched as he was taken out of your house. You spent the day trying to scrounge up the $5,000.00 for his bail and the halls of the court house were cold and judgmental as you stood there, waiting to pay for your husband’s release. The drive to the police station to pick him up was nauseating, and the drive home with him in the passenger seat, pleading and crying for you to just listen and that he loves you and he can make it right was turning your heart to stone. 

The dreams became more intense and started slipping into and impeding your waking hours; you no longer had the euphoric moment of remembering that all you had to do was wake up. You would be sitting at your computer at work then suddenly your mind would drift and you’d be on a beach running from the water, screaming to get away. When you’d drop back into reality, your calves would burn like you’d been running in the sand and your breathing would be labored. It kept happening, stopping you in your tracks and making you think you were slowly going insane. You could smell the salt spray and feel the burning sun on your skin…

When you brought this up to your doctor and then later your shrink, you were told it was ‘maladaptive daydreaming’ and ‘hypnagogic hallucinations’ brought on by excessive stress. You accepted that explanation and hung onto it to try and get through your days, but the fact that sleep was never restful and now you couldn’t even escape these things during the day left you exhausted and broken. 

It all came to a head months later while you sat in the courtroom next to Tony, waiting for his turn to be called up by the judge, ready to mumble the rehearsed lines his very expensive lawyer had coached him on. You felt him tremble next to you, gripping your hand so hard. As Tony was called up, the voices that echoed on the wood-paneled walls dulled and gave way to the sound of waves. You welcomed the intrusion this time, letting it take you away and out of this horrible place. And you felt him… you couldn’t see him, but you could feel his presence envelope you. 

While you couldn’t say who he was, you knew in your heart of hearts, this was your soul mate. The eleven years you’d dedicated to Tony seemed to pale in comparison to these revelations and it was then that you decided that you weren’t going to sit around and wait for him to get out of prison.

Frankie woke again with a terrible feeling. Dread and anxiety wash over him as he sits up in bed, rubbing his face. He tries to think of what brought this feeling on. It was a sickening feeling he woke up with almost daily and it seemed to be getting worse. 

From what he could remember of his dreams, it was always raining - but he didn’t mind it. Sometimes he was in a city, for what reason he didn’t know, and he would watch out of focus cars and buses drive through puddles. Other times, he was in the woods, and the smell of damp earth surrounded him, and once he was even driving on a switchback highway at night as wet leaves and rain pelted the windshield.

But lately, while the images he saw and the rain that tied them together remained, the feelings he was left with were becoming debilitating. He’d had his own battles with his mental health over the years, but this felt like these things weren’t coming from him though - it felt like he was having something shared with him and he was grappling with the residual after effects every morning. At least that’s what he hoped. 

He moved through the days becoming increasingly worried at what the nights would bring. He tried talking to his friends about it, but both Will and Benny gave him concerned stares. The only one who entertained the notion of all this with Frankie was Santiago; he’d said that his Tia Maria had once told him about soulmates and them being connected through dreams, and how when one hurt, the other’s dreams would be plagued with their anguish. 

You’d tried to be the dutiful wife, coming for regular visits, taking the calls where you would numbly listen to him plead and beg for your forgiveness and love over and over.  You were eroding away from the person you once were but you didn’t have the energy to care.

Then one day, everything changed. Sitting in a dank, stale room, you waited for Tony to come in from the yard for your weekly visit. As you waited, your mind was flooded with images of a beautiful beach, and the unknown man who comforted you while you watched the tide ebb and flow came into your peripherals. Brown hair peeking out from under a ball cap and a patchy beard was all you could hazily see. This seemed to bring you out of whatever fog you were in as you heard another inmate make a promise to his visiting partner that everything would be just like it was before when he came home - just like Tony had, like it was scripted. Your body and mind suddenly felt like it was coming to life and you felt goosebumps raise under your sweater. You could suddenly taste the acrid and stale air in the room and it was like you were waking up. Looking around the room, you finally were able to take in the grey faces around you, people who had their lives sucked dry from the choices made. But as you came to life, so did the reality that you were one of those grey people too; the life being drained from you because of someone else’s bad decisions.

Anger, hurt, resentment… all of it bubbled to the surface now that you could feel again, and as you raised your eyes, you watched Tony walking towards your table. His eyes caught yours and you knew he saw the change in you. He sat down across from you and held your hand, examining your face sadly.

“You’re not coming back after this, are you, Kit?”

Frankie awoke in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed. Panting, his eyes darted around his dark bedroom. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his face as his elbows rested on his knees. 

Flashes of the dream that woke him still paraded behind his eyelids. City streets. Raining. Traffic. Dread. Panic. Terror…

The same dream he'd had for months, but this time, there was a woman. It was like he’d seen her a million times before and yet she was completely new. He could only make out fuzzy details, but the energy and presence she had was so familiar and yet so unknown. The feeling he was left with as he fully came out of his slumber was a melancholic peace, an ache in his chest for something that wasn’t fully clear to him. 

He got up, his knees cracking, and he walked out into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Almost two months had passed since you last saw Tony, and over a month since you last spoke to him. You’d already hired a divorce lawyer and while you knew Tony didn’t want to separate, he knew from the way you looked at him, that he’d already lost you. 

Your dreams had taken on a less terrifying and now just left you in an almost surreal daze that allowed you to still function as you managed to pack up everything in your home. You put all of Tony’s belongings in storage - that his mother was paying for - and put your house on the market. You also managed to sell off the large furniture you knew wouldn’t fit in the apartment Tony would inevitably move into when he was released. 

After the last box was removed from your former and now empty home, you stood up and looked around. There was a feeling of peaceful melancholy that washed over you like waves, and you could almost feel the salt spray from your dreams on your face. You knew this was right even if it meant starting over.

“I told you, Ben honey. Kit and I went to university together. She bailed me out of so fucking much trouble.”, Mandy stated, walking through her shared apartment with Benny, him tailing behind her with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah. I got that. You have special nicknames for each other; she’s ‘Kit’, you’re ‘Kat’. But she’s just getting a divorce -  why is she coming here? To Florida? And why is she staying with us? And why have I never met the ‘Kit’ before?”

“Because I only met you two years ago, Benjamin!”, she snapped at him. “And she doesn’t live around here. I was a bridesmaid in her wedding and we talk over instagram almost daily and I have shown you pictures of her. She’s my friend and she needs a fresh start. End of story.”

Benny held his hands up. “Okay! But why does this ‘Kit’ have to stay with us and take away my space? That is not a spare bedroom -  it’s my gamer sanctuary!”

The cold, warning look that Mandy gave Benny made him back down. “I have to deal with a lot because you tell me that Santi is family. And I have been gracious about it, haven’t I?”

Benny nodded, stepping back into the bookshelf. Mandy took a step towards him. 

“So when I say Kit is my family, I expect the same grace, Benny!”

“Okay! Okay, I got it!”

Will listened to Mandy putting Benny in his place and looked over at Frankie, assuming he’d be just as entertained but instead saw his friend looking like he was a million miles away.

Frankie sat and watched as the rain fell and cars passed. The street lights were hazy as though they were painted with watercolours..The sounds of traffic and city life thrummed in the background and he felt a hand grip his. It was warm and he felt it be lifted and then a pair of warm lips press to the back of it. His senses came alight with the scent of this woman, and then he saw her smile. Her beautiful smile…

“Fish? Where are you, buddy?”

Will’s voice cut through to Frankie, making him blink and his eyes dart around. 

“I-uh… what?”

“I said it should be interesting to have another lady around”, Will mused, smiling with a hint of concern at his friend before he stretched in the deck chair. He brought his hand behind his head and kept his eyes on Frankie.

Frankie just nodded and took a drink of his diet coke, trying to quietly get his bearings; he’d never had a moment like that so blatantly in front of someone, and the fact he slipped so easily into it now unnerved him.

Santi wandered out to the deck, shaking his head and eyes wide. “What’s going on in there?”, he asked, pointing his thumb towards the sliding door and the sounds of Mandy and Benny continuing to come to terms.

Will’s eyes shifted to Frankie quickly before he huffed a laugh. “Mandy’s got a friend coming to stay for a bit and Benny’s gotta forgo his ‘gamer sanctuary’ while said friend is here.”

Santi raised his brows. “A friend? As in another female?”

Frankie laughed, sputtering his sip of pop with a smile followed by a cough. “Down boy!”, he choked out.

Sant clapped Frankie on the back. “I’m just making sure I got all the info I need, Fish, no need to choke about it.”

“Fuck off - I know you…”

Santi shrugged and raised his hands in defense. “Can’t help that I feel like my calling is to anoint myself between the legs of beautiful women- and before you get all weird about it, all women are fucking beautiful!”

The three men cheered their beverages to that and carried on with random conversations until Benny called Will in to help him start removing some of his gaming set up from the spare bedroom. 

Once they were alone, Santi turned to Frankie and leaned in. “So, I-uh asked my abuela about those dreams you’ve been having.”

“Jesus, Pope! Not this again-”

“No hear me out! She said if they’re getting more intense, it means you’re closer to meeting your soul mate.”

Frankie rubs his face and huffs out a sigh and Santi watches him, hopeful that what he’s saying is getting through to his friend.

He paused, carefully watching for any opening Frankie might give him, and when his friend’s eyes looked at him, he smiled and took his chance.

“Soooo have you met anyone n-”

Frankie threw his hands up in the air and exasperatedly barked out, “Oh my god!”

Your layover in Denver was longer than it should have been and lasted all night due to delays, and there was no food beyond a shitty vending machine with candy bars that looked suspicious. You were hungry and tired and scared and were convinced all your luggage was going to be lost when you finally landed in Jacksonville. You also wondered what Mandy’s boyfriend was like. 

As you sat and sunk further into despair, you watched other stranded travelers mill around the airport, taking in their various states of dress -  some looked ready for a tropical vacation and others looked as though they were about to brave a frozen tundra. Your own outfit was better suited for the heat, as you assumed you’d be landing by sundown and not spending an awkward night waiting for a blizzard to blow through.

The people moving to and fro in front of you with their murmurs and the airport whitenoise began to lull you into a dazed state, and a clock’s tick on a pillar next to you became hypnotic. 

tick… tick… tick… tick…

The sound of waves ebbed and flowed into your ears and your eyes closed. Your shoed feet felt the warm sand creep between your toes, and the sun beamed down and kissed your cheeks. You felt the breeze blow through your hair and the hands of the man you only knew in your dreams held your waist. He held your back to his front, your bodies flush… 

“Mi corazón es tuyo.”

Your eyes shot open and you sat up straight, breathing heavily. You could still feel the way his breath tickled your ears and the way his husked tone enveloped you. These waking dreams at first scared you, but lately they had become a welcome distraction from your tumultuous life. But your mystery man speaking? That was new. 

The final leg of your trip seemed to pass almost too quickly as your mind swirled and tried to make sense of what had happened. You were pretty sure he had spoken to you in Spanish. You didn’t even speak Spanish and had no idea what he might have said, only that until the reality of it set in, you felt so much love and care in his words. 

As your plane started to descend in Florida and you watched the beaches come into view, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just maladaptive daydreaming.

Frankie had been busy. With his license reinstated to fly, he spent most of his free time at the airfield trying to make up for lost time. 

Of course Will had checked in on him, and so had Santi, but Frankie couldn’t help but smile every time Benny sent him a frantic message, begging to come out and see him and desperate to get out of what he called a ‘sorority house’.

“I swear, Fish… I swear to god that if I didn’t love Mandy this much I would not put up with having another woman in the house.”

“This friend has only been there a week and half.”

Benny guffawed. “I know! It’s been forever!”

Frankie suppressed a grin at Benny’s lamentations. “So the guest is terrible?”

“No! No she’s fine.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m out numbered! I can’t even cast a vote for what I want for dinner without Mandy pushing back on me, saying they already decided, and telling me to eat whatever is put in front of me!”

Frankie stopped and looked at Benny. “So Mandy’s the problem?”

Benny’s eyes narrowed and he huffed. “No! Mandy is great!”

Still unclear what the actual problem is, Frankie opened his mouth to speak and tented his brows in confusion but Benny cut him off.

“Okay! I know it’s stupid! I know it doesn’t seem like it’s a problem but-”, he prattled out then huffed. “I feel left out, okay?!”

Frankie couldn’t help but laugh, and Benny scowled.

“It’s not funny! I get left out and I’m being cockblocked! Mandy says she doesn’t want to make Kit feel bad.”

“Kit?”

“Yeah, nickname. Mandy’s is ‘Kat’. I have to hear the KitKat jingle every twenty minutes because they sing it to each other!”  Benny pauses and his face drops into a pout. “Mandy used to sing me the Oscar Meyer’s song to me to get my attention. I haven’t heard it since Kit got here!”

Frankie stared at his lovesick friend, and silently thanked whoever for letting him be single, then cleared his throat and raised his brows, nodding.. “Sounds rough.”

“It is, Fish!”, Benny declared dramatically, grabbing Frankie’s arms and shaking him. “For fuck’s sake, they work together all day and come home and hang out!I wish there was a way to just have one night alone with Mandy…”

The wheels in Benny’s head began to turn and a slow, almost frightening grin spread on his face. “You’re not seeing anyone, right, Fish?”

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