#bedandbreakfast

𓆩♡𓆪 Description : A quiet, plant loving human who loves nothing more than to settle back with a sappy book in the shade.. until it's time to open her bed & breakfast 'Wabi-Sabi'

Name: Reina (she/her)

Age: immortal

Species: human (?)

Likes: plants, books, sappy films, magical creatures & (occasionally) baking

Hates: big crowds, heights and spicy food

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BED & BREAKFAST

SCENARIO SERIES

FRANKIE MORALES X READER

SUMMARY: Frankie has a surprise for you.

WARNING: none

WORDS: 699

AUTHOR NOTE: Starting a scenarios series. I'll write 500+ word scenarios from time to time :) my ask box is open. Feel free to leave a request! state which character and a prompt/concept or idea you have that you would like me to write.

- K 

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“Honey!” he called out after you.

You made your way out onto the front porch, leaving against the railing. You watched as Frankie tossed two large duffle bags into the back of his pick up truck.

“Where are you going?” you asked. You must have forgotten he had a camping trip with the guys.

“Come on,” with his head, he motions for you to ride shotgun.

“What?” You stared at him confused. You pushed yourself away from the railing and made your way down the wooden steps.

“Come on we're leaving” he walked past you, headed towards the house where you came from.

“Leaving? Where are we going?” you whip around.

“It’s a surprise!” he said as he reached the top of the porch stairs.

“Frankie, you know I don’t like surprises!” You groaned.

“You’ll like this one, just me. Wait in the truck I gotta grab a few more things and lock up the house.”

“Frankie-”

“Just get in the car!” he said entering your guys home.

You sighed walking over to the truck, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You patiently waited in the car for a few minutes until Frankie came back out. He had a backpack slug over his shoulder. He locked up the house, walked over to the truck, quickly tossing his backpack into the bed, then slid into the truck, slamming the door.

“You ready?” He smiled, putting the key into the ignition, twisting and leading the engine roar.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re headed?” you slipped on your seat belt, as well as Frankie.

“Nope” he pops the p.

“You seriously aren’t going to tell me?”

Frankie puts the car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway, then makes his way down the road.

“Like I said, it's a surprise!”

“Last time you had a surprise for me you handed me a snake while I was blind folded! I thought you got us a puppy.” you pouted.

He chuckled at the memory. “I promise this one’s nice” he picks up your hand planting a kiss on your knuckles.

“I hope so”

…

Rumors album by Fleetwood Mac played as Frankie drove. You spend the last 45 minutes talking to Frankie about random things. You even tried to guess where he was taking you.

“So we aren’t camping?”

“No”

“Visiting family or friends?”

“No”

“Disneyland?”

“Not even close”

“Where on earth are you talking?!” You groan in frustration staring out the window, trying to get a clue by looking at your surroundings.

“Here” he pulled onto a gravel path leading up to a quaint little white lake house with various cars packed outside it. You looked at the sign.

Aspen B&B

Then it hits you. You’ve seen this place before. It was a cute Bed and Breakfast you told Frankie about a month ago. You were absolutely in love with it when you came across it randomly online.

Frankie put the car in park, turning off the car. You quickly hop out of the car to get a better look. It is old and beautiful, surrounded by luscious plants and flowers, a few yards away from where the house sat.

Frankie walks over to the passenger side, leaning against the side of his truck.

“Surprise! You like it?” He says, folding his arms across his chest.

“Like it?” You turn to face him. “ Frankie, I love it. I can’t believe you remembered I wanted to come here!” You smiled brightly. “It’s even more gorgeous in person!”

“Of course I remember. You couldn’t stop talking about it for a week straight! We’re staying here for a couple nights.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”  

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you” you say looking up at him.

“You’re welcome honey.” he says, kissing you softly.