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Adrift With You - A Frankie Morales Series - Chapter 22

Summary: Heading away on a work re-location, Frankie embarks on a flight, but unbeknownst to him, his life is about to change forever. For starters, he will need to fight for it - harder than he's ever fought for anything else before.

Marooned on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, still recovering from an addiction, his chances of survival are bleak. But he’s not alone on the island, and soon he’s running towards a different kind of life - a life with fellow survivor, Jude, fighting right beside him every step of the way.

And if they can both survive the island together, they can survive anything, right?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC Jude

Chapter Word Count: 7.6k

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☝🏻See Series Masterlist for full smut warnings & triggers in this story. Chapters that contain smut or triggers will be highlighted in the chapter notes below. 👇🏻

Chapter Notes: Frankie and Jude get swept up in the publication of their story. Brief mentions of miscarriage.

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Adrift With You - A Frankie Morales Series - Chapter 21

Summary: Heading away on a work re-location, Frankie embarks on a flight, but unbeknownst to him, his life is about to change forever. For starters, he will need to fight for it - harder than he's ever fought for anything else before.

Marooned on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, still recovering from an addiction, his chances of survival are bleak. But he’s not alone on the island, and soon he’s running towards a different kind of life - a life with fellow survivor, Jude, fighting right beside him every step of the way.

And if they can both survive the island together, they can survive anything, right?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC Jude

Chapter Word Count: 9.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST

☝🏻See Series Masterlist for full smut warnings & triggers in this story. Chapters that contain smut or triggers will be highlighted in the chapter notes below. 👇🏻

Chapter Notes: Frankie and Jude have some life changing decisions to make. Smut contained in this chapter.

Enjoy! 🖤

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march 25th, 1986

you gasp as your vision clears, the vines that had ensnared your body suddenly release their grip, flinging off and sending you crashing to the ground.

coughing, you struggle to comprehend that you’re still alive.

the sky above is a menacing red, the ground beneath you brown and mucky.

disgusted, you cringe and slowly rise to your feet, wiping the muck from your jeans.

spotting what looks like an opening, you start walking towards it, your breath catching as you see your floating body in the wheeler’s basement, surrounded by your friends, all of them crying.

a chill runs down your spine.

suddenly, a familiar female voice shouts, making you jump as vecna’s body is thrown past you.

a relieved smile spreads across your face at the sight of the girl with the buzzcut.

“eleven.” you say breathlessly, stumbling towards her.

“(y/n), are you okay?” she asks.

you nod, but then a fearful realization hits you, causing your brows to furrow.

“are you… are you real? did i make you?”

“i’m real.” she reassures you with a smile.

“how?”

“i piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer.”

before you can ask anything more, she’s suddenly thrown aside, and vecna’s footsteps squelch ominously on the ground as he approaches.

“el!” you cry out, but she quickly recovers, standing her ground.

“go back, (y/n).” she commands, focusing her powers on vecna.

you nod frantically, your feet moving before your mind can catch up, racing towards the opening.

you run with all your might, dodging falling debris and slithering vines, knowing your life depends on it.

the distant, thundering echo of music—likely blasted by your friends—only fuels your adrenaline.

you run until your vision fades to black.

you crash down hard, pain shooting through your right arm as a cry escapes your lips.

there’s no time to process anything as multiple hands grab hold of you, comforting you.

one embrace in particular catches your attention, and you reach out blindly, squeezing his arm.

“you're okay, doll. you’re safe. i’m here,” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

tears of relief stream down your face, ugly sobs wracking your body.

“i didn’t think i’d make it back,” you whimper, glancing at your friends’ pained yet relieved expressions.

“you’re here now, (y/n). that’s all that matters.”

you spent hours in the emergency room, spinning an elaborate story about how you broke your arm.

the lie held up, and eventually, they set your arm in a cast. throughout the ordeal, your friends never left your side.

finally discharged, you climb into the passenger seat of eddie’s white van, letting out a weary sigh as you rest your head against the seat, eyes fluttering closed.

exhaustion from the day’s events begins to overtake you.

outside, you hear the muffled conversation of your friends, likely strategizing your next steps.

“we’re going to take the rest of the day to rest and then regroup tomorrow.” eddie says, leaning into the open window on your side. his voice is calm, a reassuring contrast to the chaos you’ve just escaped.

you nod in agreement, too tired to muster any words.

eddie walks around to the driver’s side and hops in, the van groaning to life as he turns the key.

the two of you wave goodbye to the others before he pulls out of the hospital parking lot.

the soft hum of the radio fills the silence between you, but you’re fighting the urge to sleep, too frightened by the thought of what might greet you in your dreams.

as eddie turns onto the road leading to your neighborhood—likely having gotten your address from steve or robin—you find yourself reaching across the center console, your fingers brushing against his hand.

“can i... can i stay with you tonight?” you ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “i’m scared to be alone right now.”

eddie freezes at your request. his grip tightens on the steering wheel, the whites of his knuckles stark against his pale skin.

for a moment, you fear he’ll say no, but then he slowly nods, turning the van around in a smooth u-turn.

the drive to eddie’s trailer is short, and when you arrive, he quickly hops out and circles around to help you down from the van.

his touch is gentle, and you’re grateful for it as you step onto the gravel.

eddie leads you to the front door, unlocking it quietly, as if not wanting to disturb anyone.

you follow him inside, pausing awkwardly in the narrow corridor as you notice an older man sitting on the couch, watching television.

eddie clears his throat, his voice a little strained as he gestures toward you. “um, uncle wayne, this is (y/n).” he glances back at you. “(y/n), this is my uncle wayne.”

you manage a shy wave with your uninjured hand.

“nice to meet you. i’m sorry to intrude, i can leave if it’s a problem.”

wayne stands up slowly, shaking his head. “it’s not a problem at all. nice to meet you, (y/n).”

you offer a small smile, feeling a bit self-conscious about your appearance.

you try to smooth down your hair and brush some of the dirt off your arms. eddie nudges you gently.

“you can take my room. i’ll sleep out here,” he says, nodding toward the hallway. “i’ll be right there to show you where to find some clean clothes and stuff.”

you nod gratefully, heading down the hallway until you reach a slightly ajar door. pushing it open, you step into his room.

posters cover the walls, a guitar hangs in the corner, and a plaid blanket is spread over the queen-sized bed.

everything in the room screams eddie.

standing in the center of the room, you feel a bit out of place, unsure of what to do next.

you’re unaware that back in the living room, wayne is giving eddie a pointed look.

“you didn’t knock that poor girl up, did you?” wayne asks bluntly.

eddie’s face turns bright red, and he quickly shakes his head.

“no! god, no. we’re not like that.”

wayne tuts, clearly unimpressed, before settling back onto the couch.

the long haired boy takes the opportunity to escape the awkward conversation and heads to his room to check on you.

when he walks in, he can’t help but smile at the sight of you taking in his space with quiet curiosity.

he clears his throat to get your attention, and you jump slightly, turning to face him.

“your room is very... you.” you say softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

eddie chuckles, crossing the room to his dresser. he pulls out a pair of shorts, boxers, and a t-shirt, handing them to you.

“sorry, it’s not much, but it should do the job.”

you accept the clothes gratefully and follow him back into the hallway. he gives you a quick smile as he points to the bathroom.

you nod and slip into the small bathroom, closing the door behind you.

the hot water feels like a blessing as it washes away the grime and stress of the day.

you watch as the dirt swirls down the drain, taking with it some of the weight that’s been pressing on your chest.

when you’re done, you dry off and change into eddie’s clothes. the fabric is soft and smells distinctly like him—an oddly comforting scent that helps ease your nerves.

you walk back to his room, finding him already in pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with a guitar pick. he looks up as you enter, a smile lighting up his face.

"feeling better?" he asks.

"much better. thanks, eds." you respond, noticing the blush that spreads across his face at the nickname.

you watch as he stands up from his bed, heading toward the door. before he reaches it, you grab his hand, stopping him.

"will you stay?" your eyes are wide and innocent, making it hard for him to resist.

he doesn’t have to think about it, nodding gently.

the curly-haired boy pulls the covers back, letting you climb into his bed first before joining you.

you turn to face him, the soft glow of the lamp highlighting his features.

you study his face—the furrow of his brow, the depth of his dark eyes, the slight dampness on his lips. you know he’s aware of your gaze, but you don’t care.

"thanks for saving me." you whisper, raising your uninjured hand to brush a few curls from his face.

"i can’t take all the credit. i couldn’t have done it witho—"

time seems to freeze as you press your lips to his, a surge of courage rushing through you.

eddie sighs, one hand tangling in your hair, the other resting on your waist.

you pull back, searching his eyes for a sign to stop.

when you find none, you quickly kiss him again, harder this time.

you roll your body on top of his, lips never leaving one anothers as you grind your waist down onto him. you sigh, feeling him grow beneath you.

you pull apart just for a second, tugging your shirt off of you, your round breasts bare for eddie to admire.

“need you, eddie.” you whisper, allowing him to sit up, kissing down your neck. he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his pointer finger and his thumb.

you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

he rolls the two of you over, a low groan falling past his pink lips as he grinds against you.

he pulls away, lustful eyes searching yours.

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

you nod eagerly, moving your hips.

“you deserve to know just how much you mean to me.” you whisper, tongue flicking out to lick his open mouth as your words egg him on.

eddie pulls his own shirt off, his boxers coming down shortly after that. he takes his time with you, leaving long, exaggerated kisses all down your body.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, kissing right above your navel. “been wanting to do this for so long.”

his warm hands tug at the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs, his wet lips trailing right after them.

you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine.

eddie’s mouth is warm as it hovers over right where you need him. he gives it a short kiss, your breath hitching in your throat.

his tongue flicks out, rubbing against your bundle of nerves before flattening out against you.

your body is buzzing with excitement, having never experienced something so erotically intimate.

your hands reach for his hair, lip biting down so hard you’re sure you’ve begun to draw blood.

“fuck, eddie!” you babble, unable to stop the words from falling past your lips as he brings you to your climax.

he kisses back up your body gently, lips meeting yours in a filthy embrace.

“you’re doing so good, doll.” he whispers, reaching a hand down to guide his length towards your mound.

you both sigh into one another’s mouths as he slowly pushes in. he brushes your hair out of your face, his eyes locked onto yours, eager to capture every expression and nuance of your features as he explores you.

he takes his time, careful not to bump your injured arm as he holds you closely.

choked gasps and deep sighs fill the room, making it feel as if it's just the two of you in the entire world.

“you’re so good to me, eds.” you whimper, feeling yet another climax building in your stomach. he smirks, quickening his pace.

his strokes are deep, hitting you in all the right places. you bite down on his shoulder as your climax overcomes you, nails scratching down his back, unknowingly crying out his name in pure ecstasy.

eddie is not far behind you, pulling out just as his hips begin to falter, coating your lower half.

he lies down beside you, pulling you into his side comfortingly.

you hum in gratitude.

“what made you decide to do that?” the curly-haired boy asks, sweat causing some strands of his hair to cling to his face.

“i guess almost dying made me realize i shouldn’t be taking anything for granted. you were there for me, even when you probably shouldn’t have been.”

eddie grabs your face once again, pulling you into a deep kiss.

he carefully gets out of bed, picks up his shirt from the floor, and uses it to clean you.

after helping you get dressed, he puts on his boxers and climbs back into bed beside you.

you nestle your head against his chest, his soft curls brushing your forehead. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soon lulls you into a deep sleep.

how does it feel to be adored?

pairing: general marcus acacius x pregnant!wife!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, allusions to explicit content but no actual smut

summary: you visit your husband at work. who cares if you have to break a few laws to do so? or you’re worried about rome, marcus is worried about you.

Adrift With You - A Frankie Morales Series - Chapter 20

Summary: Heading away on a work re-location, Frankie embarks on a flight, but unbeknownst to him, his life is about to change forever. For starters, he will need to fight for it - harder than he's ever fought for anything else before.

Marooned on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, still recovering from an addiction, his chances of survival are bleak. But he’s not alone on the island, and soon he’s running towards a different kind of life - a life with fellow survivor, Jude, fighting right beside him every step of the way.

And if they can both survive the island together, they can survive anything, right?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC Jude

Chapter Word Count: 8.2k

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST

☝🏻See Series Masterlist for full smut warnings & triggers in this story. Chapters that contain smut or triggers will be highlighted in the chapter notes below. 👇🏻

Chapter Notes: Frankie and Jude deal with the aftermath of Frankie's revelation. Mentions of previous miscarriage and descriptions of drugs & addiciton.

Enjoy! 🖤

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Babygirl (derogatory)

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