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back from vacation. nearly got trapped indefinitely in floodwaters in casper, WY which was fun. got to drive through the idaho panhandle and western montana and they were SO SO beautiful. i really like boise and bozeman. missing that really good sandwich i had at cle elum. have been won over by the siren song of the humble huckleberry. saw a bunch of antelope. miss it already but so excited to move to the PNW this october
#forest.txt#one of my best friend's lives in seattle and their wife is also INCREDIBLY cool and they were talking about#all the shit we're gonna do when i move out there and i felt so appreciated lmao#traci at one point was like. i have a pasta maker. we need everyone to come over for ravioli night#like ma'am i would not miss ravioli night for anything
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The Pilot and his Girl - ch. 17 **
Not much to say about this chapter, we're going deeper into the QZ with our sweet Frankie and his girl, some complications arise and they get some news about their friends.
I hope you enjoy! Please reblog and comment if you like it, I love hearing your thoughts!
Series master list
Warnings contains spoiler, but please read if you need to because this series will contain some difficult subjects.
Word count: 9.1k
Chapter 18
Time in the quarantine area moves slowly. Once you’ve figured out the routine of showering early in the morning, before the water runs out, and when the best time is to collect your rations for the day, there’s not much else going on. Frankie gets extra rations, as promised by the captain who vetted him, and he shares them with you, even trading some of his rations to get you a chocolate bar which he hands over with a happy grin. The food rations are small and you don’t know if it’s because there’s not enough food, or because they’re just not prepared to feed you much.
You sometimes talk to the woman who has the bunk bed across from you in tent five, her name is Annie, and she’s come from the QZ in Austin, she’s been transferred over to Franklin because she’s a nurse. She tells you the military in the Austin QZ always had enough food but made sure the population only had just enough to not starve.
“They said it’s because they don’t know when food production will be up and running again, it all depends on when they find a cure for this infection.”
“Are they getting close?” you ask as you light the small portable gas stove in the tent and heat up yours and Frankie’s rations, two bags of freeze dried chicken alfredo from a hiking food supplier.
“I don’t know,” she sighs, “there are so many rumors going around, no one seems to know for sure what they’re doing.” She kneels next to you, putting her own rations on the stove. “And of course, so many people were lost in the first few weeks, before we really understood what was going on. A nurse came to Austin from Seattle, she’d been transferred to us because she specialized in anesthesiology and we still had supplies and equipment for that. She thinks the first outbreak was at the Lakehill Seattle Hospital where she worked. She was called into work on Thursday morning but when she got there she was told to go home, the hospital had already put itself in quarantine.” Annie stirred the plastic spoon through her soup as you pull your chicken alfredo off the stove. “That was twenty four hours before the rest of the country started noticing anything and the hospital lost almost all of their staff in that time.”
“When you were in Austin, did you ever run into a couple of brothers called Joel and Tommy Miller?” you ask. “Joel has a daughter called Sarah. All three of them are from Austin.”
“I think I met a guy called Tommy Miller just before I left, a blonde guy in his thirties?” Annie asks.
“Yeah, that’s right.” you nod, smiling at Frankie as he walks into the tent and over to the stove.
“Hey, cariño,” he says as he sinks down on a crate next to you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head.
“I think Tommy had a brother in the QZ, but I never met him, and I don’t know about a girl.” Annie shakes her head as you pass the bowl of pasta to Frankie.
“That reminds me, Annie, do you know if there’s any way of looking for people inside the QZ, once we’re out of quarantine?”
“In Austin there was a notice board in the administration center, people put signs up, they might have something similar here.”
“I hope so,” you sigh and Frankie reaches over and squeezes your hand, “we have friends and family we haven’t heard anything from since the outbreak.”
Annie looks over at you both before she drops her gaze back to the stove and her rations, “Don’t get your hopes up, most of us never find anyone again.” Her voice is laced with grief and you don’t ask her anything more.
Frankie and you eat your rations in silence as you lean closer to his solid shoulder, resting your head against it. When you’re both done he pulls you down onto the narrow bunk bed, his back against the rest of the tent and you tucked in under his arm under the blanket. It’s the only way you can have some privacy in the tent and you relish the time you have with him like this before you both drift off to sleep. Frankie lets his fingers trace small circles on your skin, soothing you as much as it calms him too. Sometimes you talk in whispers, mostly about how you’re going to navigate this new world, but sometimes about your life before the outbreak. Frankie makes you giggle in hushed tones when he re-tells the story of how he first spotted you across the bar, how Pope had pretended he was going to go up to you if Frankie didn’t have the balls to do it, the guys comments when they first spotted you. It makes your heart ache, remembering the four of them huddled at the corner of the bar, all except Frankie, grinning at you. Frankie with his embarrassed smile trying to hide under the bill of his cap as he fiddled with his drink.
“I know I turned you down when you asked for my number, but I regretted it almost straight away,” you admit, “you looked so shy and sweet when you went back to the guys.”
“You broke my heart in two seconds, cariño,” You can hear the smile in his voice even though he’s whispering. “Not even Pope wanted to rib me about it when I got back to them, I still don’t know how I could fall so fast for you,” his arm tightens around you, “your smile got me straight away.”
You giggle softly, turning your head so that you can reach his mouth with your lips. “For me it was the way you rubbed the back of your neck when you got shy, those big, puppy eyes looking all lost and sad, I couldn’t resist.”
“If I’d known I would've used them more,” Frankie chuckles as his lips brush over yours. “Go to sleep now, hermosa, only two more days in here.”
The next morning you wake up before Frankie for once, he’s tucked in against you, snoring lightly in such a deep sleep you don’t have the heart to wake him. He’d woken you up a couple of times in the night when his nightmares got the better of him, and you know it took him a while to get back to sleep. Gently you slip from under his arm and climb out of the bunk, pulling on your boots and a hoodie. Since you’d arrived with only one change of clothes you’d been given some spare clothes, including a bright orange hoodie that made you feel like a traffic cone. You make your way over to the communal bathrooms and then the cantina to grab coffee for both of you. There’s already a line forming and you listen to two women your own age talk about the possibility of staying in Franklin or if it’s better to chance it, and go to another QZ. Transferring between QZ’s seems to be easy, the hard part is getting yourself to the new QZ without dying. Their conversation turns to all the gruesome ways they’ve heard of people dying on the outside and you’re grateful when they finally get their coffees and leave. You get two coffees for you and Frankie, smiling a thank you to the lady handing them out and head back to the tent.
You’re just a couple of tents away from tent five when the screaming starts.It's coming from the tent next to you and suddenly a man comes crashing out from under the tent flap. You let out a yelp as you’re knocked over, the coffee mugs tumble to the ground as you lose your footing and fall flat on your back, the hard smack to the ground knocking the wind out of you. You’re gasping for air as more screams come from inside the tent and people are suddenly running, scrambling to get away. With a chill you recognise the inhuman screech that’s tearing through the air and you force your legs to work, your lungs to pull in air again.
“Get up! Get up, cariño! Run!!” You hear Frankie roaring and out of the corner of your eye you see him sprinting towards you. The tent flap flies open and a man you recognise from the early morning shower queue barrels out, tendrils creeping under his skin, his lifeless eyes fixed on you. He’s fast, faster than you’re prepared for and before you can get upright, he’s on you, his teeth bared and snapping. You get your arms up just in time, his teeth missing your wrist by half an inch as you push against his throat. Deafening gunshots ring out, making you scream, and the man slumps down on you, twitching as you try to hold his weight off you, you’re gasping, crying in panicked gulps. Suddenly Frankie is above you, yanking the man away from you, tossing him to the side as if he weighs nothing and turning to you, kneeling down.
“Are you hurt, did he bite you? Cariño, answer me!” Frankie is frantically running his hands over your exposed skin, pulling down the neckline of your hoodie as you try to calm yourself enough to check if you’re ok.
“Step away from her immediately!” a soldier barks from behind the fence, “Sir, step away from her!”
Frankie’s eyes snap up at the soldier's tone, his rifle is aimed at you and Frankie scrambles to his feet, putting himself between you and the soldier.
“She has no bite marks, she’s clean,” he calls back, his hands held up to placate the soldier, who’s now joined by three more, all of them with their rifles aimed at you both.
“She’s been exposed, step away from her.”
You’re still sitting on the ground and now you turn slowly to look over at the soldiers, all four are lined up behind the fence, rifles trained at you with Frankie trying to cover you with his body.
“You can’t shoot her!” he yells, taking a step back so that he’s almost standing over you, “she hasn’t been bitten, he didn’t get her!”
“She needs to go into solitary quarantine and be examined, step away from her, sir. Now!”
Frankie looks over his shoulder at you, you can feel tears streaming down your face, your hands are shaking from shock and he moves as if to crouch down and touch your cheek and the soldier barks again.
“Sir! You need to step away from her now! She will be taken to solitary quarantine for two weeks. We need to make sure she is clean and contained.”
“It’s...it’s ok, F-Frankie,” you stutter, “I’ll be ok.”
Frankie’s eyes squeeze shut as he knots his eyebrows together like he’s in pain.
“Can I go with her?” he asks, turning back to the soldier. “Please, she’s my fiancée.”
“No, for your safety, and everyone else's, she has to go into solitary quarantine for two weeks.”
You get to your feet, still shaking from the adrenaline and shock, “I have to go, Frankie, it’s just two weeks, I’ll be fine.” He knows from your voice that you’re scared, terrified, but you’re swallowing back your panic, trying to stand straight and be confident, tell yourself as much as him, that you’re fine. With pained eyes he looks back at you, reaching out to touch your face before you have to go but the soldier barks;
“Don’t touch her, back away! Don’t make me tell you again!” and Frankie drops his hand and you take a couple of steps away from him, your eyes still on him with tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Come with us,” the first soldier calls to you and motion with his rifle for you to follow them along the fence.
You give Frankie a final look, “I love you, Frankie, stay safe.”
“Te amo, cariño, I’ll come see you if they let me. I’ll figure it out, I promise, I’ll be waiting when you come back.” His dark eyes are fraught with anxiety as he looks at you, he can see your hands shaking.
You nod and turn to follow the soldiers, glancing back at him over your shoulder. Everyone in the quarantine area backs away from you as you walk with the soldiers back to where you first came in. They take you through a gate to a smaller area you’ve never seen before, a few enclosures with a small tent set up inside each one. All the other enclosures are empty and you’re guided to the first one. One of the soldiers locks the gate behind you and leaves. You pull off your hoodie as they turn their backs, shivering in the cold air with only your t-shirt on, but you scan every inch of your skin that you can see.There are no marks on you, as far as you can tell, no blood, and nothing hurts as you run your fingers over your neck where the man’s teeth snapped so close. Your wrists and arms are clean too and you allow yourself to breathe a small sigh of relief while you wait. The adrenaline is wearing off and you sink to the ground with your back against the fence, your legs suddenly weak. The cold winter air raises goose bumps on your bare arms but you don’t have the energy to move.
It takes over two hours, but the doctor finally turns up, a different one this time, together with two soldiers. He tells you to take all clothes off except your underwear and then, turning slowly in front of him, he carefully looks you over, asking you to pull down your bra and expose your breasts too. You shudder as you do it, the leering look in his eyes too indicative of why he’s taking extra time looking at your bare chest. Finally he lets you cover up and beckons you over to the hole in the fence, pressing the scanner to your skin, it blinks green.
“Why do you have to do the ocular examination if you can just scan me?” you ask, angry at being forced to stand in the cold air with his greedy eyes on you.
“The scanners are experimental, still in the testing phase and we don’t trust them completely yet. As you saw yourself just now, the infection is sneaky and can get past us even if we check every one that we let in.” He motions over to your clothes inside the tent, “You can get dressed, it seems you were lucky but we’re quarantining you for two extra weeks just to be safe.”
You get dressed and go sit on the single bunk inside the tent. There are no supplies, only a small oil lamp and a gas stove, like the one in tent five. After a couple of hours a soldier comes over with your box of supplies and slides them through the small opening in the fence.
“Can my fiancé come and see me while I’m here if he’s outside the fence?” you ask and the soldier shakes her head.
“No visitors, we can’t risk anything.” she says and leaves, giving you a short nod.
Sighing you take the box into the small tent, unpacking it slowly. As you do, you realize Frankie’s must’ve been the one who’s packed it. He’s added extra rations, his own rations, to the box, the thickest blanket, one of his flannel shirts and a hastily scribbled note tucked into it. The shirt smells like him and you fold it up, putting it down as a pillow on your new bunk before you lie down to read his note.
Hermosa, fuck, you scared me! My heart stopped when I saw that man charge at you, but I think you’re ok. I couldn’t see any marks on you and you fought him off like a champion! Benny will be proud when we finally get a chance to tell him, whenever that will be. But when we’re together again I’m going to start training you so that you know how to defend yourself, throw a punch properly at least. I should’ve done it months ago but I was too wrapped up in myself to think of it.
“And with good reason, Frankie” you say to yourself as you smile, you can hear his voice in your head as you read.
I asked and I can’t come see you, but I’ll get everything sorted for us when I leave quarantine tomorrow so that you don’t have to worry about anything when you get out. I’ll be at the gate waiting for you, I’ll be the one with a goofy grin yelling “cariño.” Stay safe, mi amor, te amo para siempre, mi prometida.
Frankie
You fold the letter and put it in your back pocket, and lie back down, wishing you could write a letter back to him. The prospect of two weeks in quarantine didn’t seem so bad when you first came here, you’d be with Frankie at least. Now, the idea of spending two weeks alone, not being able to even talk to him, scares you. And there’s nothing here to distract you. You stare up at the canvas above the bunk, trying to calm your nerves, breathing in and out.
You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re not infected, you’ll see Frankie in two weeks, he’ll be there waiting for you. Just think of this as a silent retreat, a really shitty, low budget retreat.
Frankie tucks the note in at the bottom of the box before the soldier comes to pick it up. Outwardly he’s calm, but his hand flies up every minute to rub the back of his neck, and he can’t stop moving. He’s pacing back and forth through the quarantine area, drawing odd looks from the other inhabitants. There aren’t that many people in quarantine anymore, over the past two weeks most people have left and not that many have arrived. And almost everyone had seen him sprinting at her, yelling for her to run and then seen how he’d frantically searched her skin for any mark. The soldiers had deemed that he hadn’t been anywhere near the infected man before he was shot, but it seems the inhabitants would rather be safe than sorry. They all give him a wide berth.
In his head, his mind swirls while he paces back and forth. The scene plays inside him over and over; He heard the screams and ran out of the tent, he’d just gotten his boots on, and the first thing he saw was her on the ground, right by the source of the screams. His only instinct had been to get her away from there but the infected man came hurling out of the tent and went right for her and Frankie couldn’t run fast enough. In his mind he sees the man jerk as the bullets from the soldiers rip into him and the fear that nearly stopped his heart when he didn’t know if they’d hit her too or not.
His mind starts to spiral and he clenches his fists to stop his hands from trembling.
I can’t even keep her safe in here.
He’s stopped at the end of the quarantine area, at the end of the row of tents, holding on to the chain link fence with both hands, nausea is creeping up his throat as he sees the man attack her again and again and again in his head. He squeezes his eyes shut to stop the dizziness that suddenly has him in its grip.
C’mon, Morales, you know what this is, just a panic attack, just breathe. Just breathe, man. In and out, in a square. She’s safe, you know she is. You saw nothing on her. She’s safe and in two weeks you’ll see her. Just fucking breathe like the therapist taught you.
He forces himself to breathe in and out, following the square shape in his head. Finally he feels the nausea recede, the overwhelming urge to throw up passes and he can stand up straight again, looking up at the pale blue winter sky over the quarantine area. He’s still breathing deeply, forcing his pulse to drop. Eventually he lets go of the chain link fence and slowly walks back to the tent. It’s going to be two long weeks.
The days are unbearably long in your solitary quarantine. You have no books or games to entertain yourself with so you fall into a stupor and sleep most of the time. Or try to sleep, you haven’t slept without Frankie curled around you for months, over a year. His warm body has been present in your bed, or bunk, since you moved in with him. And especially in the past few months, it’s been more important than ever to have him close at night, for you as much as for him. You lay on your uncomfortable bunk, flat on your back and stare at the canvas, thinking about him, willing him to sleep calmly even if you’re not there. The thought of him waking up with his nightmares, worse than ever, makes you chew on your bottom lip, you wish you could at least talk to him. Pain shoots through your lip as you bite down too hard and the taste of iron fills your mouth.
You’ll draw blood, hermosa.
Frankie’s voice is clear in your mind, you can feel the way his thumb would tug your lip from between your teeth as he looked at you with a small smile. With a sigh you close your eyes and roll over on your side, trying to feel Frankie’s arms around you as you drift off to sleep again.
When you have the energy, you walk endless circles around the enclosure. Your one break in the monotony is when a soldier brings you your rations once a day. It’s almost always the same woman, the one who brought you the box on your first day. After a few days, when she seems certain you’re not going to change into a monster, she stops and chats with you for a while. She tells you more about the life inside the actual QZ, after the quarantine area. Apparently soldiers sleep in shared accommodation if they’re single, they share apartments with other soldiers and sleep two in a room. If you’re in a relationship when you come in you get assigned an apartment with your partner, if you’re lucky you don’t have to share it with another couple..
“It depends on the apartments available, but it’s not too bad here. We’re expanding the QZ and clearing out more apartments so you’ll probably get one on your own with your fiancé,” she says when you ask.
She tells you there’s a notice board for posting messages about missing people, just like you’d hoped for. But she’s not hopeful about finding anyone.
“There are so many missing people, FEDRA, the Federal Disaster Response Agency, are trying to organize stuff like that but communication between QZ’s is used mainly for military stuff so there’s not much opportunity to ask about who’s where.”
“Have you found any of your people?” you ask while the soldier, her name is Ingrid, leans on the fence and smokes a cigarette.
“Yeah, I found my brother in the Miami QZ, he used to live in Tampa before the outbreak and he made it there. Last thing I heard he’s still there and working for FEDRA. But that’s the only one I’ve found.” She takes another drag of her cigarette and glances up at the nearest guard tower. “What about you?” she asks, “Who are you looking for?”
“Everyone, except Frankie,” you sigh, rubbing your hand over your face. “I don’t know what’s happened to my parents or my sister. They were all down in San Antonio. And then our friends, they were gonna try to meet us at a cabin outside of the city, but nobody made it. I think if they made it they’d be here, or in the Arlington QZ.”
Ingrid stands up and stubs out her cigarette, “I came here from Arlington two months ago, what are their names?”
“Santiago Garcia, Benjamin Miller, Will and Hannah Miller, Denny Jones.”
“Oh yeah, Benny I know! He’s with the military in Arlington, I served under him. Big, blonde, ex special ops guy right?”
Your eyes widen and you feel excitement bubbling up inside you, “Yes! Yes! That’s him! He’s ok? What about his brother, Will’s his brother and he’s married to Hannah.”
“Yeah, Benny lives with Hannah but he never mentioned a brother.” She sees the fear creep into your eyes as you realize the reason why Ben might not have mentioned Will. “I wasn’t close with Benny or anything, maybe he just never mentioned him.”
“But if Will was there, then Hannah would be living with him and not Benny,” you say in a low voice. Ingrid looks at you with pity before she sighs, getting ready to leave again.
“Yeah, if he was there they’d probably be sharing an apartment and Benny would’ve been the barracks. Listen,” she says, putting her hand on the fence separating you, “I’ll try to get a message to Arlington, let Benny know you’re here, see if he can send you a message back. He’s a commanding officer, comes with some privileges.”
“Thanks Ingrid, tell him Frankie Morales is here too, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem, I’ll see you tomorrow, ok, only four days left now.”
“See you tomorrow.”
You go back to the tent and sit down on the bunk, Benny and Hannah are alive, that’s something. But Will…your stomach knots when you think about him, calm, reliable Will, always has his friend’s back, always looked out for Frankie when you first started dating, you don’t want to think about the possibility of him not making it. But if Will was in the Arlington QZ, he and Ben would be serving together, you’re sure of it. So where is he, if he’s not there?
Two days later Ingrid comes back, handing over your rations for the day and she has good news.
“I got hold of Benny on the radio, it was pure luck,” she says, grinning at you as you feel tears well up in your eyes. “I was on radio duty yesterday and he had information to pass on to Franklin QZ so I got to talk to him. I told him you and Frankie are here and he was ecstatic, he asked me to tell you ‘I’m going to hug her and hug Frankie and then smack Frankie for scaring the shit out of him and then hug him again’. “
You laugh despite the tears dripping down your cheeks, “That sounds like Benny alright,” you say as you drag your palms over your cheeks to dry them.
“He’s gonna send a message to Frankie and if you guys want, he’ll try to get you transferred to Arlington.” She pushes your rations over to you through the fence and leans back to light a cigarette. “We didn’t have time to talk more, but I’d say you can expect a very big hug if you transfer to Arlington.”
You smile and lean back against the fence on your side too, “Benny is one of Frankie’s best friends. They served together for years together with Will and Santiago, it’s gonna do Frankie good to hear that at least Ben is ok.”
“Well, you can tell him the day after tomorrow,” Ingrid smiles, “But I’ll miss our chats. Come see me when you’re all settled in, promise?”
“I will for sure, it’ll be nice to talk to you without a fence in between us;” you laugh, relief making you feel light. Ben is ok, and he knows you’re ok and where you are. That’s a start, you’re gonna find the Will and Pope too, somehow, somehow you’re gonna track them down and get word to them.
Two days later you’re given a final scan by the doctor, the female one now thank god, and given the all clear to gather your things and exit the quarantine area. You’re longing for Frankie, you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wait in line for the processing to be done for you and four more people who are being released into the QZ. You get some sort of QZ passport and a stamp in it before you’re finally allowed to step through the gate that leads into Franklin QZ.
“Cariño!” Frankie’s waving at you from behind a low barricade, keeping the area in front of the wall clear. Even at a distance you can see his eyebrows drawn together in an anxious look as raises his hand to you again. “Cariño!”
You try not to run over to him, to not look too pathetic in front of the guards and the other newcomers, but tears well up in your eyes and you break into a run. Through the mist you see him open his arms wide for you and you slam into him, hard enough to make him stumble back before he finds his footing. His arms close around you as you grab his face, his scruffy beard under your palms, and then his mouth is on yours again, finally. His hand slips up and cups your cheek, you feel his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as he fists your shirt, bunching it up and grabbing hold of you. Your tears are dripping down over your lips and his, he’s wiping at them with his thumb, but when his tongue slips across yours, you can taste them on you both. He’s pressed hard against you and you slip your arms around his neck to hold steady as he picks you up, your feet leave the ground as he hugs you tight enough to squeeze the air out your lungs but you still can't get close enough to him.
“I love you Frankie, I missed you so much,” you choke out when you have to gasp for air and Frankie draws a shuddering breath, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I love you too, I missed you too,” he mumbles, looking at you with his warm, brown eyes so close it’s all you can see, “hermosa, mi amor, I missed you so fucking much.” His lips are on yours again, gentler this time as he carefully lowers you to the ground, his hand still on your cheek while the other runs up and down your back, holding you close.
You stay wrapped up around each other for a long time, only the guards are left when you finally break apart far enough to notice the world around you. Frankie’s got a tight grip on your hand, your small box of belongings in the other and he gives you a slight tug, showing you where you’re going.
“C’mon, we’ve got an apartment down this way,” he says and leads you down what looks like it used to be a major street in Franklin. “I got everything sorted for us, like I promised,” he gives your hand a small squeeze. “I joined FEDRA, that’s the military agency that runs the QZ, and I got us an apartment through them and some rations to start us off. The apartment isn't much but it’s furnished and there’s a donation center where we can apply for stuff we need.”
He turns down a side street as you get further from the wall, a regular city street lined with apartment buildings and offices except it looks almost like a war zone, or at least what you’d imagine a war zone to look like. A couple of the buildings are burnt out and there are burnt out cars along the streets too. Some of the cars are toppled over and down one alley you see a crashed truck with its back doors ripped off its hinges.
“They haven’t prioritized clearing the streets yet,” Frankie says. “They had to get the walls and quarantine areas up as fast as possible. And they’re still reinforcing the wall in some places, getting it more stable.” You turn another corner and arrive at a non-descript apartment block in sand coloured brick.
“This is us,” Frankie says and opens the gate into the complex, holding it up for you. “There was no electricity in the daytime the first week I was here. They only just got the power plant up and running again. Apparently it took a bit of damage during the outbreak.” He starts leading you up the stairs, “but now we have actual hot water and lights.”
“Hot water…” you sigh, “I can’t wait to take a long shower, I’m all grimy and gross, there was no shower in solitary quarantine:”
“You’re still the most beautiful woman I know, hermosa,” Frankie says, slipping his arm around your waist as you get to the third floor. You lean into him and through the layers of his jacket, the very well worn flannel and soft t-shirt underneath, you can still catch that warm scent that always seems to hang around him, warm cotton, something woody and very much Frankie. Despite it all, the mess of the entire world, losing Lucía, losing your friends, the looters attacking you, the infected man attacking you and the two extra weeks in quarantine, despite it all, being back with Frankie makes it all seem less scary, less intimidating. You wrap your arm around his waist, tucking it in under his jacket so that you can put your hand between his t-shirt and jeans, running your fingers along the soft skin of the small of his back. He hums gently and stops you both in front of a door at the end of the hallway.
Unlocking the door he steps in first, flicking the light switch and kicking off his shoes after putting your box on a small table just inside the door. You untie your boots and pull them off as Frankie locks the door behind you. When you stand up he pulls you into his chest, smoothing his thumbs over your cheeks as his lips find yours. His tongue laps at your mouth and you part your lips, relishing the feel of his eager press after so long apart. He feels more needy than he has in months, there’s something urgent in the way he pushes you against the wall in the hallway and when he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, you feel heat rush through your body and you moan into him. You wrap your arms around his waist, dipping your hands inside his jeans, his skin soft and warm under your fingertips. You urge him closer, your hips pressing against his and with a low groan his lips leave yours and nips at your jaw, traveling a familiar path to that spot just under your ear that he knows will have you moaning louder for him.
“Hermosa,” he mumbles, his lips close to your ear, his hands leaving your cheek and caressing down your chest, palming your breast, his thumb seeking out your hardening nipple, “I need you, I need you so much now.”
You almost sob with happiness, you’ve missed this part of Frankie so much, feeling his hands on your body, feeling him press his hard length against your soft belly, making you moan as arousal floods your body.
“I need you too, Frankie,” you whimper, gasping as his teeth nip at your sensitive skin, his soft tongue soothing the bite. “Let me shower first, then I’m all yours.” You push him gently away from you, his dark eyes coming up from your neck to stare into yours. He nods and takes your hand, pulling you further into the apartment. It’s almost bare, just a few pieces of furniture in the living room and a small kitchen table at the end of the galley kitchen. The bathroom is next to the one bedroom and Frankie leads you inside and shows you how to get the shower running. It sputters a bit but then a steady flow of hot water comes rushing out and you quickly scramble out of your clothes. You’ve only had one change of clothes in quarantine and everything is dirty and smelly and to drop it all on the bathroom floor feels like peeling off the past two weeks. Frankie can’t keep from running his hands over your body as your bare skin is in front of him, bending his head to kiss your shoulder while he cups your breasts from behind.
“Take as long as you need, cariño,” he says, still trailing kisses along your shoulder, “I’ll get some clean clothes out for you, your towel is the green one on the hook.”
“Thank you, Frankie,” you say as he lets go of you and you step into the shower.
The shower is the best you’ve ever had, the feeling of finally being clean is something you didn’t realize you’d missed so much. You let the water run hot, almost scorching, and soap yourself up three times, washing your hair twice, before you rinse every inch of your body, finally feeling clean, and turn off the water. The mirror is steamed up when you step out of the cubicle and dry off. There’s a comb on the counter that you assume belongs to Frankie and you have to spend some time detangling your hair, coaxing out the knots after two weeks without a hair brush.. When you’re done, you wrap the towel around yourself and make your way to the bedroom.
It’s as non-descrip as the rest of the apartment, a double bed, a wardrobe, chest of drawers and a chair in the corner. Frankie’s in front of the wardrobe, clothes in his hands, but as you walk in he drops them on the chair and comes over, his hands landing on your waist, sliding down and grabbing hold of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh under the towel. You smooth your hands over his shoulders, he’s shed the jacket and shirt, leaving him in a green t-shirt that stretches across his body, it even looks a size too small for his wide frame. And as you relish the feel of his warm body he pulls you around and walks you backwards to the bed, tugging at your towel and leaving it pooled on the floor.
“Take your shirt off, Frankie,” you say, pushing up the hem of it, and he quickly pulls it over his head, his hands barely leaving your body.
He pushes you down on the bed, making you crawl backwards up over it while he crowds you, his mouth finding yours. His kisses are frantic, forceful and needy, his tongue plunges into your mouth, making you moan as you taste him. He’s going to leave bruises on your lips but you let him, he’s pressing hard against you, his low groans vibrating into your mouth. You can feel his knees bump against your thighs as he makes you spread your legs wide, pushing them apart when he rolls his still jeans clad crotch against your core, a louder groan forcing itself from his chest. He’s pushing you into the mattress, his body heavy over yours, scrambling to undo his belt and pants, shoving them down only enough to free his hard cock, you can feel it push up against your wet folds as he drops his hips against yours, the belt buckle pressed against the flesh of your thigh.
“I need you, cariño,” he pants, he’s grabbing himself, settling the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, “I need you, I need you, fuck, let me…,” he’s pushing himself in, the sharp stretch of his thick cock making you wince, screwing your eyes up, the intense pleasure of feeling him fill you up, mixing with pain at taking all of him so fast and unprepared.
“Frankie,” you whimper, grabbing hold of his shoulders as he pulls out and thrusts back in, a half concealed cry slipping from you as he pushes even deeper too fast. He’s fucking you hard and firm, dropping his head to your neck. You can feel his heavy panting against your skin as he pushes one arm around your shoulders, holding you steady, while his other grabs your hip hard enough to bruise, his own slamming into you at a punishing pace. His climax is approaching fast, he groans into your neck, the rhythm of his thrust stuttering and then he grinds into you, forcing you deeper into the mattress under his heavy weight. With a strangled sob he comes inside you, freezing above you for a few seconds, his hips moving slower until they still, and he slumps down over your.
You let your hands run through his hair, your own arousal slipping away as you try to wrap your head around how he just fucked you, so unlike him in any way. You feel dazed and you can feel the sting between your legs, a dull ache from his frantic movements.
“Frankie..:'' you say in a whisper, moving to look at his face but with a hiss he pulls out and pushes himself off you, shuffling back without looking at you and swings his legs over the side of the bed. He makes a motion as if to stand up but sinks down again, his jeans still just pushed down over his hips, and he slumps forwards, burying his head in his hands as a sob escapes him, shaking his hunched shoulders.
You push yourself off the bed, moving around so that you can kneel behind him, your hands on his shoulders.
“Frankie…” you whisper softly, “Frankie, talk to me.”
He grasps at your hands, pulling them around his shoulders and you bury your face against the side of his head as you hug him from behind.
“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok,” you soothe him as he sobs, struggling to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers, his voice low and shaky, “I’m sorry, cariño.”
“It’s ok, come back to bed, Frankie,” you take his hand and gently pull him around when he lets you. “Take your jeans off and come lie down with me.”
He does as you say and you pull the covers back, tucking you both in as he crawls next to you. Wrapping your arms around him, his head comes to rest against the crook of your neck and you feel his wet cheeks against your skin.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles again, “I’m so fucking broken.”
“Frankie, my love, you’re not broken,” you whisper, caressing his soft curls, “you’re grieving, it’s normal, I’d be more worried if you were behaving like nothing happened.”
Under you Frankie draws a deep shuddering breath, you can feel him blow warm air over your neck, and he burrows closer to you.
“I needed you here, I couldn’t even sleep when you weren’t with me,” he mumbles so low you almost can’t hear him, his lips against your skin. “I just needed to make you real again, I just needed to feel you here.”
“I needed you too,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the top of his head, “I dreamt about you every night, I’d fall asleep pretending you had your arms around me, holding me so that I could feel safe next to you.” Your fingers run through his curls, his quiet whimpers slowly dying down.
“What did you dream?” he asks eventually, his voice a bit steadier but low, shifting so that he can look up at you, his arm under your head like a pillow.
“Everyday things, things I miss from before,” you lean forward and give him a soft kiss on his pink lips, still damp from his tears. “Movie nights on the couch, going grocery shopping, driving in your truck, taking Lucía to the park.”
Frankie nods as he curls his hand around the back of your head and pulls your lips to his again, this time his kiss is gentle and delicate.
“I dream about driving with you in my truck almost every night,” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls back, “I don’t know where we’re going, just away I think. I’ve got my arm around you, your hand on my leg and…” he falters, something catching in his throat, “she…Lucía, is sleeping in her booster seat in the back.” He smoothes the back of his hand across your cheek and kisses you again. “On the good nights we just keep on driving until I wake up.”
You don’t ask him about the bad nights, you know what happens then. Instead you let him deepen his kiss, his warm hand cupping your cheek as his tongue slips between your lips. He tastes of salt and himself and as he carefully rolls you over, you pull him closer, tangling your tongue with his. He’s holding himself up over you on his forearms, straddling you with his legs and when he leaves your lips, trailing soft, gentle kisses along your jawline you feel heat bubbling up inside you again.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles again, his lips against the soft skin just under your ear, “I can give you much better.”
“I know, Frankie,” you whisper but the last syllable comes out as a gasp when he sinks his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt, just a nip to make your back arch against him as electricity shoots through your body, gathering in your core.
“Like that,” he murmurs and you can hear the smile in his voice, his tongue licking across the spot before he moves himself down, trailing his hand down over your breast, brushing the thumb over your hard nipple, before he lets it slip further down.
“You don’t have to though,” you mumble, slipping your fingers through his curls, you know his grief is still just under the surface, but he shakes his head as his mouth finds your other breast, lapping at the sensitive nub, nudging the soft flesh with the cool tip of his nose as you writhe under him, spreading your legs to make room for his hand.
“I want to, I want to make you feel good, cariño,” he ghosts against your skin, looking up at you from under his thick eyelashes. He’s cupping your pussy, slipping a finger through your wet folds, teasing at the entrance and you whine, his fingers moving up to slip across your clit.
“Frankie…” you whisper, his touch is electric, lighting up every nerve in your body. His tongue slipping around your nipple as he lets his fingers follow the same pace, circling around your aching bundle of nerves.
“I know, I know,” he mumbles, smiling at your skin and lapping at your nipple again before he pushes himself further down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as his hands come up and caress your breast, your waist, the soft swell of your belly and finally land on the inside of your thighs, gently pushing them apart as he situates himself between them.
“I remember how sweet you taste,” he breathes, parting your folds with his fingers before he looks up at you, his dark eyes still puffy from his tears but a needy look in them now, one you recognise from many nights spent in his bed. He dips his head and when his tongue drags across your folds, ending at your clit with an extra lick, you arch your back and inhale, holding your breath until he does it again. You’re not going to last long and he can sense it, going easy on you, to drag it out at least a bit.
He hums against your pussy as he laps into your entrance, the tip of his nose rubbing over your clit. When your hands tangle in his curls, pulling him closer he chuckles and you can feel the vibrations, sending more heat to your core.
“You taste so good, cariño,” he says, shifting his arm so that he can tease a finger into your opening, his tongue licking a wide path up through your fold before he sucks the clit into his mouth, pulling gently on it. He curls his finger, dragging it out slowly before letting a second one join it. Pushing deeper he finds that spot that makes you buck your hips against his hand, a strangled gasp coming from you as your fingers tighten in his hair.
“Frankie...” your voice catches in your throat but he knows what you mean, curling his fingers back as he drags his tongue over your clit. The sensation of his fingers plunging in and out of you makes your body convulse under his arm and he lifts his mouth from your clit, looking up at you under hooded eyes.
“Look at me, hermosa, please,” he pleads, “I want to see you come in my mouth, it’s been so long.”
Peeling open your eyes, they’ve been squeezed shut under the onslaught of his skilled tongue, you lift yourself up, gazing down your body at his flushed face between your thighs. His eyes are dark, his sweat damp curls an unruly halo around his head. As you meet his eyes he unfurls his tongue onto your clit, lowering his mouth so that you can see the pink tip brush over your swollen bundle, making you whimper at the touch. His fingers are still moving in and out of you at a steady pace but as his mouth closes around your clit again, he speeds up. The familiar coil starts tightening in your core, seeing Frankie’s dark eyes on you as he buries his face, ramps the heat even more and your mouth drops open, panting out whimpers, his name the only coherent word. He curls his fingers back and presses his lips against your clit, flicking his tongue over, his eyes willing you to come undone under his ministrations, and with a strangled cry, you feel heat flood your body. It makes every muscle tense up, your hips press up against Frankie’s mouth as he laps over your clit, working you through your climax, prolonging it until you fall back with a deep exhale, pushing him away with weak hands.
Black dots are dancing over your eyes and you squeeze your eyelids together, your breath rushing in and out. Frankie’s fingers slip out of your pussy, gently grabbing your hips and caressing over your flushed skin. His tongue is lapping through your folds, tasting your release and humming low as he feels your body relax under him. When he rests his head on your thigh you can feel the soft scratch of his beard, damp against your skin.
“Had to make it up to you,” his voice smiling as he caresses your other leg with his hand, grounding you with his touch.
“You did,” you mumble, still coming down from your high, not sure if you’re conscious or not, “more than enough.” You hear Frankie chuckle softly and shift around your legs, his body moving up to lie down next to you. He pulls you into his side, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he pulls the covers back up. You can feel his fingers brush through your still damp hair, his arm tight around your body and you bury your nose against his neck, breathing in his warm, familiar scent.
“You still smell like yourself, Frankie,” you murmur.
“So do you,” he says, shifting his head so that he can press his nose to your hair, inhaling deeply. “Smells like early morning rain and fresh coffee, with a hint of aviation fuel, all the things I love.”
You giggle and swat his chest where your hand rests, “Pendejo, I do not smell like aviation fuel.”
He chuckles lightly,“ Hermosa, you’re not allowed to learn the bad words. And no, you don’t smell like aviation fuel.” His lips press against your hair and you close your eyes, listening to his slow heartbeat under your ear. Together you stay quiet for a while, the only sound is your breathing and the distant noises from other apartments.
“I forgot to ask how quarantine was?” he asks softly just as you’re about to drift off to sleep, his question pulling you back up.
“Very boring, mostly,” you say before you suddenly remember, “Frankie, I’ve got news!” You shuffle around, pushing yourself up on your elbow so that you can look at him.“The soldier who brought my rations, she got transferred here from Arlington QZ and she served under Benny there!”
Frankie’s eyes widen and he stares at you, “Our Benny? Benjamin Miller?”
“Yes, our Benny! After she found out I knew him she managed to get him on the radio and tell him we’re here!” You grin at the message Benny had passed along. “Benny said he’d hug me, hug you, then smack you for scaring the shit out of him and then hug you again.”
Frankie chuckles and shakes his head before he’s suddenly serious again, “What about Will, Hannah and Pope? Anything about them?”
You sigh and bite your lip, Frankie’s eyebrows knit together when he sees your face. “That’s the thing, Benny is living with Hannah in the QZ and Ingrid, the soldier, she didn’t know anything about Benny having a brother. And she didn’t know Pope either.”
“So Will’s not there,” Frankie says immediately, “If he was he’d be serving with Benny for sure.”
“That’s what I was thinking too,” you say and Frankie drops his gaze from your face, narrowing his eyes as he thinks. “It doesn’t mean the worst though, it just means Will isn’t in Arlington,” you say, worrying at your lips with your teeth.
“Yeah, but where else would he be?” Frankie looks up at you and gently tugs your bottom lip from between your teeth. “You’ll draw blood, hermosa.”
“I don’t know,” you admit, “Maybe he got transferred somewhere else? You guys, with your experience, must be pretty sought after now.”
“But Will would never leave Benny. She, the soldier, didn't ask about Will?”
“No, she said there wasn’t much time but he said he’d send a message to you as soon as possible. Although, that was four days ago.”
“I’ll see if I can get a message to him too, my C.O. mentioned something about officers applying for special privileges on the radio for private conversations. I’ll see if I can do that.”
Frankie pulls you down to him again, kissing your cheek as you tuck yourself into the crook of his neck.
“Benny and Hannah are alive,” he says, mostly to himself, “thank god.”
Chapter 18
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Abby Anderson oneshot —>
“High spirited”
You and your girlfriend Abby Anderson, have some fun after not seeing each other for a long weekend ;)
contains - daddy kink, switch behavior, smut, sex in general, BDSM, squirting and or creaming, tit play, ass play, vagina play (obvi) , shower sex, strapping, details of sexual behaviors.
I scrammed to take off my apron tossing it to the side, I was exhausted, I had been at the bakery all day, since five am. It was now '4:43' There was cake batter under my finger nails, frosting in my hair and crushed cake bites stuck in the creases of my converse.
"yuck"
I walked out to the front area shutting the glass door flipping the "WE'RE OPEN!" sign to the "closed :(" I swept, wiped windows, cleaned counters. I was done with this place for the weekend. It was Saturday night, holy fuck. Abby comes home today, once the realization hit me; I starting putting a little pep into my step with cleaning.
I've owned the bakery for well over two years now, the first time I met Abby was early Summer of 18' she was young, I was too. We played around a little, makeouts and sleepovers. Never sex. That was until my girlfriend of six years, Ellie Williams, left me to move to California. She was an amazing artist so I tried not to blame her until two weeks later, a post with her new GIRLFRIEND. I was devastated.
Abby hopped into my dms soon after that day, she asked to go get coffee. I explained I had a bakery so we agreed to meet here. She came here which one thing led to another and we fucked in the back room. It was one of the best days of my life...after that we smoked then ate an unhealthy amount of cupcakes, she ended up spending almost everyday with me at that bakery since. Or at least that was until last month....
“Baby…I’m so sorry but I got called down for some meetings next week back in Seattle ): I love you so much and once I get back I’ll take you on an amazing date.”
I wanted to die, genuinely. What if she leaves me like Ellie did? I wanted to vomit. I felt like I was going to when I had heard the news. But she texted me all day long; checking on me, sexting; I needed her so badly when she’d do that, and she knew I did. I had a plan for when she was coming back. I bought some lingerie, I was going to surprise her in the shower once she got home.
I arrived home, cleaning up, opening up a bottle of wine and plopping down on our sofa. I pulled out my phone checking messages….
Abby<3 - at the airport waiting…so bored and i’m missin’ you princess )):
y/n - ugh my baby, maybe i could help with that?
Abby<3 - oh god y/n…. don’t do this to me right now baby
y/n - I cannot wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours
Abby<3 - baby…..
y/n - making you feel good, rubbing my fingers down your slit. Rubbing your clit until you cum all over me.
I pulled down my pants and began rubbing my clit, videotaping it.
“fuck yeah- oh my god i’m gonna cum” I rubbed faster and faster until I felt my stomach churn, I released all over my hands licking them clean while recording. I pressed send and took a long sip of the wine. Tonight was going to be great.
Abby<3 - oh my god princess, I’m going to fuck the life out of you after. i’m getting in my taxi now, im fucking soaked. you have such a hold over me.
I smirked at the phone, I had to get everything ready now. She was forty minutes away, I had made some cookies and brownies; a charcoochie board and some pasta. I was beyond excited to fuck then eat.
I settled back down on the couch, it eating me up. I heard the door twisting to be unlocked, I quickly sipped my wine running to the door to welcome my girlfriend home.
“Y/N!!!” She screamed, I jumped up wrapping my arms tightly around her neck nuzzling. I began sucking on her neck, she pushed me away…
“y/n…” I leaned in kissing her not letting her finish that sentence, I could feel her face heating up. She needed me in her.
“baby- let me go shower first okay?” I nodded. All part of my plan. I pretended to go back and sit on the couch. Once I heard the water turn on, I made my way back into the bedroom. I took off all my clothes, the cold air made my nipples harden. I slipped on our pink strap-on, all eight inches, thick and girthy. God I couldn't wait.
~ Third person ~
Y/N slowly creppted into the bathroom, the glass door too fogged up to be seen through. You smirk as you slide the door open inviting yourself in. You wrap your arms around Abby kissing her neck, you taste her pine soap on her neck, the sweetness from it makes you even wetter.
"Fuck y/n" Abby let's out a choked moan while you rub the strap in between her folds. Pushing her over so she's holding onto the bench in the shower. You spit into your hand, she's already wet enough but you needed more.
You begin stroking the strap, slowly starting to push the tip into her.
"Holy fuck- oh my god..."
You smirk at her moans, she's so sexy when she's submissive. You begin grinding, reaching a hand up to cup one of her breasts. Your finger goes over her nipple immediately hardening it. You speed up, your stroking becomes faster as do her moans. The hot water hitting your back like shards of glass, the sweat pouring down your face. It was all so hot.
"babe...I'm gonna cum"
Abby let out her thick juices which proceeds to drip down the faux cock. You smile at her pleasure knowing you made her feel this way. "Princess...why don't you let mommy shower then I'll take care of you, okay?" You hurried out making your way into the bedroom, the strap falls from your waist. Drying yourself then slipping on your, sexy black and red lingerie.
Your feet smack against the ground, plopping onto the couch waiting for your lover to return. Abby walks out from the bathroom, steam spreading throughout the house, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her waist. Her black sports bra held her figure nicely. You were soaked just at her standing there.
Abby walks over to you flinging you over her shoulder like a rag-doll, you weigh nothing to her based on her muscular physique. She tosses you onto the bed, the comfortable material warming you.
"fuck you're so sexy y/n" Abby says staring you down like a hungry wolf. She begins to pull you up, motioning for you to lift your arms. Once the shirt is off, Abby stares at you, analyzing your body.
Each and every inch of you is perfect, she never fails to make you feel beautiful. "Let me have my way with you pretty girl" Abby says flipping you over and palming your ass cheeks.
You moan out when you felt the friction between the two. She slips her two thick fingers in between your slits from behind, your ass still facing up. Laying on your stomach, she rubs your clit in circular motions.
"Fuck Ab-"
"call me daddy" Abby demands cutting you off.
"Fuck daddy- oh my god" You moan out as Abby begins slipping her fingers inside touching the spongy part of your pussy. You feel yourself building up slowly, as she fastens her pace.
"you like that you little fucking slut" the muscular girl says going faster and faster. You can't even reply, suddenly she stops flipping you over once again.
"I'm going to tie you up like the little animal you are" Abby begins to take out the faux rope you guys had purchased from a sex shop. She ties your legs and hands up. Hands behind the backboard and feet down at the bottom of the bed.
You looked up at Abby with doe eyes, her towel drops. You lick your slips staring at her soaking wet slit. She pounces on you like a wild animal, smacking her tongue onto your pussy. Unable to contain yourself, your moans get louder and louder. Her slow circles around your clit releasing a smacking sound.
"holy fuck-"
"Take it" Abby says shoving her two fingers inside, your tight walls wrap around them. You feel yourself stretching, the pain is bearable but the feeling isn't. Your stomach begins to bubble, her pace quickens inside you.
"Oh my god daddy- I'm gonna cum"
"Hold it princess" Abby says.
You try and try, as hard as you can until you release, Abby's hand quickly pushes on your lower stomach. You release all over the bed, a solid stream of liquid. Before you could relax Abby straps up, slipping on the leather harness. Once again pouncing on you, kissing on your neck and sucking on your ears.
"jesus-" Was all you could make out until she shoves her fingers in your mouth gagging you, scooping some spit to use as lube. She strokes the cock, then slowly rubbing it up and down against your hot cunt.
The tip, then the mid section went in. She went in and out ensuring not to hurt you. Once the cock was in, she began sucking on your tits, leaving small purple and red marks on them. You moan in pleasure as she gets closer to your right ear once again.
"You're so hot when you're vulnerable for mommy" The girl says looking into your eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Meanwhile her stroking was getting faster, and faster. "Abby- babe please I'm gonna-" You don't get to finish, she covers your mouth.
"Shut up slut and let me do as I please" she speeds up once again.
You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, she lazily rubs your clit until finally pulling out. She plops next to you, staring deeply into your eyes.
"we're gonna have to shower again babe" Chuckling you look back at her, then down. Her pussy is dripping and red. You knew what you wanted to do.
You just had to figure out when.
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Do You Feel It Too?
Pairing(s): Darby Allin (Samuel Ratsch) x You
Summary: Samuel "Darby" Ratsch, is a dude you have had your eyes on for, like, forever. As you overhear a talk with him and your father, Sting, you realize he feels the same.
Warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, shitty writing. DAD STING!
It was the day of Forbidden Door, meaning you were pretty busy, but thankfully you weren't the only camera-person on duty. Nonetheless, you where prepping your camera, wiping the lens carefully as to not scratch or damage it. A sigh escapes your mouth as you set the camera down, the noise being fueled by frustration.
"God damn it! There's some shit behind the lens that blocks the focus!"
You reach to your messenger bag and grab a screwdriver kit, as you open it a person scares you. You drop the kit, causing all the smaller parts; such as screws, to fly all over the place.
"Jesus Christ, dad! You can't just scare me like that!"
"Sorry, kid. It's like dad logic to pop out and scare your kid like that!"
"It's fine, pops. Just don't forget that I was raised by one of the worlds best wrestlers, I'll uppercut your ass."
Steve rolls his eyes and grins. A small smile weasels it's way onto your face as you shove his shoulder and give him a short hug.
"Now you better help me pick up these screws, old man!"
"Yes, your royalty."
As you squat down to pick up the screws you see someone, well, to you he's more than just someone.
Darby Allin, or as you know him Samuel Ratsch. The former AEW TNT world champ, and the sweetest man you have had the pleasure of calling your best friend.
"Ooohhhhh, Y/N's little boyfriend is coming over!" The rest of the staff that are in the center of the arena say, making you roll your eyes and stand back up, wiping your slacks off. A kind wave is directed to you and your dad, causing a small blush to form on your face. Steve's little smirk and eye roll making you return the eyeroll.
Samuel busts a light jog to get to the two of you, but soon speeding up to give you a harsh, yet friendly hug.
"Hey, Sammie! How was being back in Seattle?" You say as you break the hug, his hands still lingering on your waist.
"Oh, it was nice! I missed hanging with you though."
"I know, cause' I'm just so cool, and awesome, and hot, and did I mention awesome?"
"Well, yes you are all of those things, but mainly because I have never been in an empty apartment by myself, without you, at least."
Your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him into another long hug, nesting your head into his neck
"I missed you a lot, Sammie."
"I missed your dumbass too."
A smile creeps onto your beet red face, you mentally curse yourself out as you remember that he is not only your best friend but also your co-worker.
"Hey, get your ass over here, lover boy." You hear your dad call towards the taller man that has made himself a home in your arms. Samuel's face forms a small frown as he places a small, totally platonic, kiss on the top of your head. The tips of your ears heating up at the small gesture, a line of a smile sneaks its way onto your face as you watch your dad mouth something as he points to Samuel and winks. 'I got this!' are the words you feel like he says, although it looks like he was saying something about pasta.
You picked up all the screws, just like you were doing before Samuel came over to you and Steve. Small sighs and nose exhales exit your body as you hum a small tune, more specifically 'Telephone' by Waterparks. Once you pick all of the screws up and fix the focus on the camera you walk over to catering, as you usually do before setting all the cameras' audio and making sure that you can hear the commentators. This time it was different though.
"You can't hide this from them forever, kid."
"I know, Steve, but I don't think they even picture me in the way I picture them."
"First off, that's my child, I think I know them better than anyone, ever. They definitely like you, hell I would go as far as to say they are infatuated with you. Every time they see you, they come over to me and ramble about how 'handsome' and 'perfect' you are."
"They think I'm handsome?"
"Oh my God. I shouldn't have said anything."
You soon turn the corner and see Samuel and your dad talking. They were talking about you!
"Oh.. Hey, Y/n!"
"Hey, hun. This doofus was admitting how in love he is with you."
"I was not! Don't listen to him, N/N. He's like a master manipulator!"
A chuckle exits your mouth as a small blush forms on your face. Your shoulders sputtering as you laugh your ass off.
"Hey! This isn't funny!" Samuel said, going into a mom stance as he put his hands on his hips. Steve looks at him in pure disbelief, the look on his face spelling disappointment.
"Well, if anything this 'master manipulator'," you say pausing to make air quotes. "says is true, then I like you too, dufus."
Smiles and small laughs exit the men's mouths, Samuel soon walking to you and giving you a kiss. The action makes your dad smile, but slap Samuel away.
"That's my kid! Don't be weird, kiss later."
"Yes, Sir." Samuel says, intimidation lacing his voice.
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I’m in neeeeeed of an angsty jjxreader. Your writing is my favourite on here❤️
i got chu bestie.
leave me alone
pairing: jjxreader
wc: 1066
TW: implied self harm
a/n: i can't remember if i ever posted this on here, but it's 100% on my wattpad so if you feel like you read this you probably did LMAO
you really didn’t want to go through this. you really didn’t. there were so many other things you would rather be doing, and avoiding one of your best friends definitely wasn’t in the plan. you had done everything in your power to avoid telling jj what was really going on, but she was starting to figure out that you weren’t as okay as you made yourself seem.
it wasn’t until a case in new jersey that she really noticed something was wrong- you kept picking at your lip, and you were wearing long sleeve tee-shirts. you rarely wore long sleeve tee-shirts, since you loved to show off the giant rose tattoo you had on your forearm. you had started to use the excuse that it was cold since it was beginning to be winter, but now it was june and you were still in long sleeves. another thing that had tripped jj up was the fact you had stopped putting effort into your appearance. you would just throw your hair up into a bun or a ponytail, rarely making the effort to do your makeup unless you really felt like you needed to. she noticed you were wearing the same shirt multiple days in a week, which wasn’t like you. you usually spaced out how frequently you wore a shirt, even if it was new. you had started to slip, and she knew it.
which was how you found yourself avoiding jj at all costs. you would head to bed early while the team was going out for drinks, or just straight up refuse to go to rossi’s for pasta nights. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to hang out with your team, it was that you just didn’t want to hang out with jj. you didn’t want her to question you and you sure as hell weren’t ready to break down into tears around her. you were strong, you could do this.
or so you thought.
it was a rainy night in seattle when you eyed the razor in your go-bag. the case had been a tough one, and you were just itching for the release. but, you were still at the station- you couldn’t do much now. you could only hope that hotch would send you back to the hotel for the night so you could be in peace. you needed a good cry, especially after the events of the day. it was only a matter of time before you were going to break down. and you needed to break down alone in the solace of your hotel room.
thankfully since you were the newest member, you were usually the odd one out and got put into the solo room. you never minded this, since it meant you could decompress by yourself. it was nice, being able to be alone sometimes- especially after benign surrounded by people all day. there were days much like this one where you’d rather be alone, but sometimes you could just feel the stare of one jennifer jareau and knew that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it.
the second hotch dismissed you for the night, you practically ran to the cars, hopping into the one that morgan was driving and hoping that jj wouldn’t come in. she didn’t, and you made it back to the hotel without seeing her. you got your room key out of your bag and smiled over at morgan, rossi and reid, shooting them a small wave before you went into the room.
you locked the door straight away, grabbing everything you knew you would need. before you knew it, you were standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, staring at yourself. thin little red lines filled up your left arm, your tattoo taking up your right, mostly covering some old scars that had yet to fully fade. the scars of what once were, and the scars of what had been. there were many stories behind them, most of them not good ones. you hated recounting those moments behind some of the larger ones, which you had covered up with the tattoo. but the other ones, those were more recent. you weren’t sure why you started, but you did. either way, it made you feel better, and that's all you wanted to feel right now.
you were stopped by a knock on the door to your room, a pause, and then a slightly louder lock. there were only so many people it could be, and you knew that if it wasn’t emily, it was going to be jj. you had wanted to save her from the heartbreak of seeing you like this, but you knew it was going to happen eventually. you pulled on the closest shirt you could find, barely noticing the fact it was short sleeved until you opened the door.
jj’s eyes trailed down your body, landing on the scars and then falling to the razor in your hand. she pushed past you inside, leaving you to shut the door behind her.
“y/n- talk to me. what’s going on?”
“jj…”
“is this why you’ve been acting so weird lately?” you didn’t answer. “y/n.”
“please, leave me alone.”
“i’m not going to leave you alone,” jj stepped closer to you, freezing as you flinched. “you don’t have to go through this without someone to talk to.”
“i really don’t want to talk, jennifer.”
she pouted at the use of her full name. “i’m not leaving, y/n. not when you’re like this.” she took another step closer to you. “you’re hurting, and i know you don’t want to talk but you need to. you can’t keep your emotions to yourself. let me help you, y/n. please.”
you let the tears fall, letting the razor drop to the floor as she took you into her arms, wrapping her arms around you. you cried for a while, standing there in the protection of her arms. you finally stopped a while later, reaching up to wipe the tears from your face.
“do you want to stay with me tonight?”
“but what about emily?”
jj chuckled. “she’ll understand. come on, lets get you over to my room, yeah?”
you nodded, grabbing your bag. you had thought this was going to go a lot worse, but thankfully it didn’t. you could count on jj, and this was the moment that proved it.
#jennifer jareau#jennifer jareau imagines#jennifer jareau x reader#criminal minds#criminal minds one shot#an i (queue) of 187#melly writes
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I assure you it is neither Seattle's nor our best.
Seen in Osaka - this one serves pasta!
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7, 16, 22, 29!
what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
ALL OF THE FISHIES I DO NOT DISCRIMINATE (altho that one octopus at the seattle aquarium has always been the best)
thoughts on mint chocolate chip?
I don't like the flavors together like, at all. It's taken about 30 years just to get where I can eat an andes mint without making a face
do you have an emotional support water bottle?
…no, but I get really personal about random inanimate objects. nothing like an emotional support thing tho
preferred pasta noodle?
literally just a huge plate of spaghetti. with or without sauce
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What is your favorite grocery store?
What are your go-to dinner and snack foods?
my fav grocery store??!? oh MAN this is hard. i really love the giant market 32 in my town. my fav asian market is in seattle its called H mart. amazing.
i really love carbs haha like pasta which is super easy to make. if im super lazy or busy ill get some good cheap ramen and doctor it up. snacks are the best. i love chips and dip, gummies of like any kind but the sour haribo are where its at. obsessed with ice cream. i usually have chips and ice cream on deck 😅
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You Know I'm No Good - thirty seven
Week From Hell
Warnings: None
Two hours. That's how long Tallulah figured Paul would still be asleep for. She has wasted fifteen of those minutes on the drive to the grocery store, and nearly twenty on getting the necessities they needed. He had been off patrol for two days, still in a sling as his bones recovered. She knew the boys ate a ton, given their fast metabolisms, but with Paul being home all the time, he was like a human vacuum.
Turning down the pasta aisle, Tallulah ran right into another person while looking down at the list on her phone. She was quick to apologise, looking up to see who exactly she was apologising to, only to hold in the scoff that threatened to come out.
“I can’t do this right now,” she said, pushing past her father.
“Tally, please.” His grip on her arm was weak, but she stopped nonetheless.
“Paul's hurt, okay?” she admitted, her already hectic day piling on top of the fact that she was a nervous wreck leaving her imprint alone all day. What if something happens and she's not there?
“What? Is he alright?” Her father asked, the concern seemed genuine. Though she knew better.
“He’s healing,” she mumbled. Knowing her dad knew about the accelerated healing in the wolves genes from personal experience.
“What happened?” he asked.
“No one has told me. Ask your buddy Sam.” she snapped at him.
“Tal, I had good intentions for keeping everything from you. I wanted you to go to school, to live a life full of adventure,” he paused before adding, “Safely. Not be caught up in this whole lifestyle Paul has.”
“And then what? Never come back to La Push? What good would that have done me?” He was hitting a nerve that neither of them were ready to deal with.
“I realised that wasn’t the best option, so I told him to befriend you. No wolf business. I gave him an inch, and he took a mile.”
“You imprinted on Kira, you know there was a possibility that we would..” she trailed off, not as comfortable delving into her relationship with Paul as she was with her mom.
“I was an adult when I imprinted on Kira, and there were no threats to the tribe anymore. No need for me to continue phasing. I could just focus on my family. Paul can’t do that, and you're still a child with a whole life ahead of you.”
“What about your wife and kid?” She was fixated on which family he was referring to. She didn’t care for his opinion about Paul, she loved him and nothing was going to change that. She thought, of all people, her dad would understand.
“I never stopped caring about you, Tallulah.” he admitted.
“You weren’t exactly an active father to me either.” she chided.
“Was I supposed to follow your mother to Seattle?” he asked.
“Could you have? You said there were no threats, would you have been able to leave, if you had wanted to?” she asked, wanting to know if he had no choice but to stay. Paul and Embry had both mentioned a boy named Jacob who was able to move away from the rez, though they gave no explanation on how that was possible.
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Tallulah felt an arm wrap around her waist as she roughly scrubbed a plate, trying to take out all her recent frustrations on the dish rather than the people around her, or herself. Paul rested his chin on her shoulder after kissing the exposed skin gently. His house being too hot for comfort, especially with him being clinged to her the last two days. It left her no choice but to ditch her usual attire of his hoodies.
“You should be resting.” she scolded, rinsing off the soapy dish before placing it in the drying rack.
“I hurt my arm, not my legs, Tal.” He reminded her again. She has been extra careful with him. He’s the little spoon now, she grabs him whatever he needs, and no sex. Much to his dismay.
She had barely been able to sleep, even with her arms wrapped protectively around him. The sight of him screaming in agony as Dr. Cullen assessed his shoulder, and had officially traumatised her.
“Tal? You never call me that.” She said, scrunching up her eyebrows. She turned her head to look at him but he just shook his, letting her go completely as he backed up.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” he stated, and from the corner of her eye she watched him sit at the kitchen table.
“I know, it’s just unusual from you. Makes me feel like you’re upset with me.” she murmured insecurely, she knew he could hear her.
He shrugged and she raised an eyebrow at his lack of response, turning around and leaning against the counter to look directly at him, “Are you upset with me?”
“No, I’m not upset with you. Annoyed with you being here would be a better description.”
“Annoyed?” Her mind barely registered what he had said, as she took a deep breath, trying to push down the lump in her throat that had formed. “That I’m here?”
“No. It’s more like you’re here physically, but you’re not mentally and it's annoying..” he explained, but it did nothing to diminish her rising emotions.
“You’re joking.” Tallulah deadpanned.
“How often do I get a break from patrol, hm? We finally get a few days to ourselves and it’s like you’ve suddenly got this never ending list of things to do.”
“I’m sorry my life doesn’t begin and end with you, Paul.” She spoke sarcastically.
Graduation was in two weeks and she had never felt so overwhelmed by school. Finals and projects rapidly approached as she tried to meet every single deadline. Not to mention the deadline for her Parsons portfolio that he pushed her to finish. Between all of that she now was intensely worrying about him, and the fact that he would be going back to work soon. She couldn’t protect him from that. The conversation she had had with her father was just the tip of the iceberg for the shitty week she was having.
“Mine does with you.” he said thoughtfully, but it only made her angrier.
She scoffs and before she can stop the words from rolling off her tongue she says, “I bet that’s what Rachel thought too.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” and like the flip of a switch, she had pissed him off.
She stands her ground, “Just means that sometimes you say and do things that mean absolutely jackshit. Go rest.”
She waved him off as he got up from his seat, walking the few steps towards her.
“Hey, no, no.” he cornered her against the counter, leaning down to look at her, his good hand gripping her waist tightly. If it were any other situation, she would’ve played it up. Make him angrier until her back hit the bed and she was begging for a release. But the bandages on his arm brought her back down to reality she was currently in, “What the fuck are you talking about? Did Rachel say something to you while I was gone?”
“Does that make you nervous?” she asked, what if Rachel had said something to her? Would it be the same thing Lenna had said? She’s known Paul since they were teenagers, she probably knew him a lot better than Tallulah did.
“If you have something to say to me, say it.” he practically growled out, not impressed with where this conversation was headed.
“I just find it funny that I’m not allowed to hangout with certain people alone, when you’re the one with the history of cheating.” Tallulah elaborated. Though she didn’t necessarily want to hangout with Chase or Xander. Paul throwing a fit when Embry had comforted her wasn’t something she was fond of. She had to practically beg for his phone number, so that she didn’t have to hike alone for his birthday present.
His nostrils flared as he tried to control himself, taking a step back from her and she can see she struck a chord in him. The only thing she was thinking of was the fact that he wasn’t denying it. He had cheated on Rachel and was seemingly mad she had found out.
“How long have you had that in your back pocket?” he snapped at her, pacing back and forth to keep his cool.
“Lenna told me a few weeks ago. I would’ve preferred it coming from you though.”
“You think I’ll cheat on you.” Paul accused her, seeing the hurt flash through his eyes.
“No. I’ve never thought that. I’m just tired of thinking I know you, only to be told differently by other people.” she crossed her arms over her chest, as much as she tried, she couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“What do you want to know?” he asked genuinely, taking a step towards her now that he had somewhat calmed down.
“Why’d you cheat on her?” Was Tallulah's first question
“Because she made me unhappy. It’s not an excuse, I shouldn’t have, but I did. ” Paul answered with zero hesitation, and she knew he was telling the truth. He had already told her that he wasn’t happy at the end of his relationship with Rachel, he just never told her what his solution was to fix that unhappiness..
“Then why stay for so long?”
“It was easy. She knew everything.” he said with a shrug.
“Am I easy?” she whispered, unsure if she wanted to know the answer. The imprint was beneficial to him, she could know his secret. He would always have her around, leaving him wasn’t an option, if that's what she wanted. The fact that they clicked so quickly in a sexual aspect was just a bonus for him. He was set forever.
Paul faltered, his face softening as he looked at her, “You’re the love of my life. It’s you and it will always be you.”
He took another step closer to her, gripping her chin, as he leaned in so that they were eye level, “The pull that we both feel, that didn’t make me fall in love with you. I know the past few weeks haven’t been easy for you, and you’re frustrated, I can feel it. But at the end of the day, that guy, who cheated on his girlfriend, lost his temper at the drop of a hat, and was just an overall asshole to people. He’s gone because of you. Because you, my sweetness, have given me something to lose and I can’t lose you.”
The feeling of guilt washed over her. She picked a fight out of nowhere and he’s standing in front of her telling her she’s the love of his life. As if she didn’t make his life harder than it needed to be.
“I’m sorry. I just..” Tallulah trailed off, sliding down to the ground with her back against the cupboards and he followed her, sitting next to her resting his hand on her bare knee. The warmth sending comforting waves throughout her
“I get it. You’re bottling things up and me getting hurt was clearly not on your list of things to take care of this week.”
“I like taking care of you, just so you know.” she admitted, it was a nice change in pace from him always worrying about her wellbeing.
“Mm, I like it too.” His voice was quiet as she rested her head against his good shoulder. “What else is going on with you? You seemed less on edge this morning before you went out.”
“I talked to my dad.”
“That’ll do it.” he snorted, soothingly running his hand up and down her leg
“He could’ve come with us to Seattle, but Kira wanted to be close to family, for the twins. So they stayed.” she explained. She could feel the tremble, signalling his anger. Though she knew who it was directed at, the resentment he had for her father was evident..
Sniffling, she asked, “If you could, where would you go?”
He thought in silence, before saying, “Arizona. See the Grand Canyon, finally get some real sun.”
She smiled up at him, “That’s where we’ll go first. You, me and our ten kids,”
“Ten kids?” he looked down at her, amused by her declaration.
“Oh, yeah, we’re gonna have a big family.” she teased,
He grinned down at her, and jokingly said, “Well I guess we better get started now.”
Paul gently pressed his lips against hers, using his good hand to cup her cheek. Tallulah smiled against his lips, humming in response before pulling away slightly, whispering, “After, I finish the dishes.”
He groaned, lulling his head to the side, watching as she pushed herself off the ground. She extended her hand to help him up as he was smiling up at her,before accepting her help.
He kissed her cheek quickly, “I’ll be upstairs, resting.”
“You’re out of lotion,” She pointed out, a teasing smirk on her lips.
“You’re going to get it later.” he threatened lightheartedly before smacking her ass. She gasped and shooed him out of the kitchen, hoping he would actually go to rest.
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#paul lahote x oc#you know im no good#paul lahote#paul lahote fanfic#paul lahote imagine#twilight wolf pack#twilight wolves
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Tasting Menu Restaurants
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Good evening ! Exhausted af, didn't have time to take my naps today 😔
Finally convinced (or at least I like to think that) my mother not to give me her crutches from her surgery if (I really want this to be a when, but you never know) I get them prescribed
No meal (yet) today buuuut I had 3 snacks, including one with my mother since we went on Friday grocery shopping together because of the sales for the upcoming lunar new year and we have a strict rule of sharing any of our asiatic (or asiatic inspired) snacks. No eating them without giving one to the other
I'll try to make some pasta today or puppy-eye my brother into buying me food tomorrow, this ungrateful bitch (with all my love and hatred for him)
Also, good news ; I didn't have the need to read a lot fics today ! Just my normal amount (it's still a lot compared to the average fic reader, but idc about them lol), so that's my win for today !
A bit stressed for Friday, but that's the 9th February, and it's always a bad day for me, but I'm planning what I'm going to do on that day (mainly cuddling with Laika, the best weighted blanket ever)
Have a wonderful morning my friend !
lol I love the sharing Asian snacks policy. so real for that
I'm gonna have to become the Asian snacks dealer for my friends, cuz there's not any Asian grocery stores in the city where they live, and I'll be the only one going down to Seattle regularly lmfao
hmmmmmm I should go to that market..... there's one that I've heard great things about but haven't been to yet lol
I'm also really tired 😭😭😭😭 it's my own fault for staying up late on call with my friends, but what am I gonna do, NOT hang out with my friends?????
I'm still wrestling with the software I'm using to format my DVDs, I can't get the subtitles to look right :/ also I need to find a better sub file. hmm if it's convenient, I might batch-download a couple languages. just to have. shrug
I also ordered a bunch of yarn for a Zazie-themed poncho!!! crocheting is rlly relaxing cuz if I mess up, I can just pull it out and try again lol
d&d tonight!! I actually planned this time, it'll be fun :3
hope you find something you like to eat tonight!!
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Visiting Beecher's Handmade Cheese in Bellevue Square
On Saturday I planned a lunch trip to the Bellevue Square location of Beecher's Handmade Cheese for their famous mac and cheese. The other primary trip objective was to find rain pants and check out waterproof shoes as bike commuting in the rain hasn’t been the most fun. While I did find (and purchase) a really nice pair of rain pants, the high cost was a bit of a shock to the system. I’d done some initial browsing on REI’s website, but in-person I discovered that the more affordable options were slightly too long and more importantly too loose to safely bike in. While I was able to cover the purchase with coupons, member dividends, and gift cards it was really hard to be buying a pair of pants that cost more than my other non-rent expenses combined. As for shoes, the non-hiking waterproof options were very limited. I did however try on a pair of regular trail running shoes that come in a waterproof version just to get a sense of the fit and feel. I found the shoes to be quite comfortable, so I will definitely keep them in mind if/when I determine that I actually need waterproof shoes.
Back to Beecher’s and their “World’s Best” Mac and Cheese. While I don’t love it when companies name products like this, I’ll give Beecher’s a pass because they genuinely make incredible mac and cheese. I first tried it last summer during my first week in Seattle when some fellow interns and I visited Pike Place Market. Given how much I enjoyed the mac and cheese, I’m somewhat surprised that I only went that one time. To be fair, I was a bit overwhelmed by the rest of Pike Place, thought it would be better to try different places, and that summer is when I learned first hand (through both observation and calculation) the price differential between home cooked meals and restaurants. Last summer is also when I discovered and fell in love with meal planning. I’m hoping to write a bit more about meal planning in the future, but if you’re interested you can check out the post I wrote last summer on why I meal plan.
Back to mac and cheese, it’s been one of my favorite foods for as long as I can remember. I mean I literally mentioned it in my very first blog post. (I did however call in macaroni and cheese in that post which is totally not how I refer to it in real life). Really though what’s not to love, it’s pasta coated in a creamy cheese sauce! The only gripe I have with mac and cheese is that it needs to be eaten right away and relatively quickly or else the texture suffers greatly. Furthermore, it doesn’t make for good leftovers as it’s difficult to reheat well. This is okay though because as delicious as mac and cheese is it’s not really something you should eat multiple meals in a row. Furthermore, a basic stovetop mac is actually quite quick and easy to prepare.
As for the Beecher’s mac and cheese, it really is amazing and seriously one of the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had. The sauce is made with a blend of their Flagship and Just Jack cheeses and perfectly blankets each and every noodle (they use penne). In addition to being absolutely delicious, the sauce is so luxurious and creamy. It’s hard to explain, but while the sauce is rich and has body, there’s a surprising lightness to it. In other words, it’s not very thick and even after eating a pound of it, I felt like I could easily eat more without feeling ill. There’s a very slight kick to the mac, but as someone who hates spicy food and has an embarrassing low spice tolerance believe me when I say it really just adds flavor. If you do like spicy food, you could consider ordering their Mariachi mac. Beecher’s also sells a frozen mac and cheese that, at least around here, is available in a number of the regular grocery stores. It's nearly inevitable that I'll be trying it at some point, but I’ll note that it is quite pricey for a frozen meal. (Slightly more expensive than going to the cafe, but you do get four more ounces so per ounce it’s a little bit cheaper). Finally, they’ve published the recipe on their website, so maybe I’ll give it a try sometime. Realistically though I’ll just stick with my easy stovetop mac and the occasional trip to the cafe.
The one odd thing about Beecher’s is their locations. For instance, the Bellevue Square location that I visited is literally inside a mall. In addition to the Pike Place location, there’s a medical center location, and multiple airport locations. In other words, not exactly the best ambiance for a nice meal as there’s also no dedicated seating and the serving vessel is just a disposable paper to go container. The one nice thing about the container is that the narrow opening helps to keep the mac nice and warm which as I mentioned earlier is very important for maintaining the texture.
I will also note that the Bellevue mall, The Bellevue Collection, is definitely more of an upscale mall as it has stores like the Apple Store and William Sonoma. And while mall food doesn’t initially sound that appetizing, this mall really does have some good options including nice ramen and pho places. The ramen place (Kizuki Ramen & Izakaya) had an insanely long line, but at least from my experience with the Redmond location that I visited with my mom the food is quite good. (You can check out a photo of the ramen in my post about moving across the country). As for the pho, it’s a regional chain called What The Pho! that I definitely want to try at some point. There’s also a Ben & Jerry’s which I’ll absolutely need to visit at some point. Not getting a cone after my mac and cheese was a bit difficult to resist as the waffle cones smelled so good and I love and miss Ben & Jerrys. However, I’d literally gotten ice cream at Cold Stone the day before with my coworkers and I’d just warmed up with my mac.
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Tag Game Tuesday Wednesday
Thank you @thepupperino for tagging me ^_^
Name: Harley
Age: 21
Where are you from originally? Tampa, Florida
Your go-to coffee, tea, or soda of choice: I don't drink coffee or tea, and I rarely drink soda, but when I do, it's either coke or sprite.
Your comfort film: I have two. August Rush and The Parent Trap (1998 version)
How many siblings do you have? I'm an only child (and I'm still sad about it sometimes)
If you could take a vacation anywhere, where would it be? I'd love to go back to Europe. Maybe Italy? Although if we're talking closer to home I would say either Seattle or somewhere in New England.
Last song you listened to: Ascensionism - Sleep Token
Do you believe in aliens? I guess? I definitely think it's possible there's something else out there but the chances of it being relevant to my existence are pretty much zero so it's not something I really think about.
What about ghosts? Definitely not lmao.
It's 2am. You can't sleep. You get up to get a snack. What is it? Okay so this is the ultimate midnight snack, and I don't want y'all to judge until you've tried it. If I have some pasta, what I like to do is put butter and parmesan cheese on it. Nothing else, no sauce, just butter and cheese. I promise it is like the best depression food. My dad used to make it for me, and it just kinda stuck.
Finally, share something you've done/made recently that you're proud of: I am a week and a half away from getting my associates degree! (unless I majorly screw something up in that amount of time)
I'm late so if you see this and haven't done it yet consider yourself tagged! ♡
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Best European Food in Edmonds
Edmonds, Washington is a picturesque city located just north of Seattle. From its scenic waterfront to unique shops, Edmonds is an idyllic retreat for anyone wanting a taste of small-town life. But it's also home to some top-notch eats! Whether you're after traditional Italian fare or French delights – there are plenty of the best European food in Edmonds restaurants that'll satisfy your cravings.
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If your taste buds are longing for a culinary tour of Europe, going to a restaurant with Edmonds best food is the place to be! From Italian pizzas and French pastries, Spanish tapas and Greek souvlaki - it's all here. But if you really want an unforgettable gastronomic adventure that takes you far beyond what's local or familiar - don't miss out on Caravan Kebab! With its tantalizing best European food in Edmonds cooked up by experienced chefs using traditional recipes, this is where flavor comes alive like never before. Bon appétit foodies!!
Here are some of the must-try dishes at Caravan Kebab:
1. Shawarma: Shawarma is a globally beloved dish made with marinated meat (chicken, beef, or lamb) that's cooked over low heat for maximum flavor. Served up in pita bread and topped off with all sorts of tasty ingredients - it’s no wonder why the world can't get enough!
2. Falafel: Caravan Kebab's falafel is the perfect veggie fix! Handcrafted with chickpeas, herbs, and spices, this deep-fried delicacy gives you a crunchy exterior that leads to an irresistible tender inside. Enjoy it as a light lunch or hearty snack - either way your taste buds will be thanking you!
3. Baklava: Caravan Kebab is a destination for food-lovers seeking an authentic Middle Eastern culinary experience. Finish your meal with Baklava - tender layers of phyllo pastry, crunchy nuts and sweet honey syrup come together to create a treat that's pure indulgence! Perfect for sharing (or not)!
Caravan Kebab isn't the only place to find the best European food in Edmonds, though. If you're looking for Italian cuisine, try Epulo Bistro. Their wood-fired pizzas and handmade pasta dishes are sure to satisfy.
Overall, Edmonds is a food lover's paradise, with a wide range of restaurants offering the best European cuisine in Edmonds. This charming seaside town offers a world of culinary delights, from Greek feasts to tasty Italian dishes and even French favorites.
Ready for a culinary journey? Look no further than Caravan Kebab! From the comfort of your own home or in-house, you can experience dishes crafted to take you away. Visit their website at https://european.restaurantinedmonds.com/ and explore their delectable menu—or give them a call at 206-546-7999 if you're ready to place an order now!
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Best European Food in Edmonds
Edmonds, Washington is a picturesque city located just north of Seattle. From its scenic waterfront to unique shops, Edmonds is an idyllic retreat for anyone wanting a taste of small-town life. But it's also home to some top-notch eats! Whether you're after traditional Italian fare or French delights – there are plenty of the best European food in Edmonds restaurants that'll satisfy your cravings.
Watch Video Here
If your taste buds are longing for a culinary tour of Europe, going to a restaurant with Edmonds best food is the place to be! From Italian pizzas and French pastries, Spanish tapas and Greek souvlaki - it's all here. But if you really want an unforgettable gastronomic adventure that takes you far beyond what's local or familiar - don't miss out on Caravan Kebab! With its tantalizing best European food in Edmonds cooked up by experienced chefs using traditional recipes, this is where flavor comes alive like never before. Bon appétit foodies!!
Here are some of the must-try dishes at Caravan Kebab:
1. Shawarma: Shawarma is a globally beloved dish made with marinated meat (chicken, beef, or lamb) that's cooked over low heat for maximum flavor. Served up in pita bread and topped off with all sorts of tasty ingredients - it’s no wonder why the world can't get enough!
2. Falafel: Caravan Kebab's falafel is the perfect veggie fix! Handcrafted with chickpeas, herbs, and spices, this deep-fried delicacy gives you a crunchy exterior that leads to an irresistible tender inside. Enjoy it as a light lunch or hearty snack - either way your taste buds will be thanking you!
3. Baklava: Caravan Kebab is a destination for food-lovers seeking an authentic Middle Eastern culinary experience. Finish your meal with Baklava - tender layers of phyllo pastry, crunchy nuts and sweet honey syrup come together to create a treat that's pure indulgence! Perfect for sharing (or not)!
Caravan Kebab isn't the only place to find the best European food in Edmonds, though. If you're looking for Italian cuisine, try Epulo Bistro. Their wood-fired pizzas and handmade pasta dishes are sure to satisfy.
Overall, Edmonds is a food lover's paradise, with a wide range of restaurants offering the best European cuisine in Edmonds. This charming seaside town offers a world of culinary delights, from Greek feasts to tasty Italian dishes and even French favorites.
Ready for a culinary journey? Look no further than Caravan Kebab! From the comfort of your own home or in-house, you can experience dishes crafted to take you away. Visit their website at https://european.restaurantinedmonds.com/ and explore their delectable menu—or give them a call at 206-546-7999 if you're ready to place an order now!
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