#if i ever catch a parent doing this to their kid .... ‼️

[hezekiahwakely]

Truly one of those most heinous phenomena that fatphobia has wreaked upon the world is making kids believe at a very young age that smiling makes their faces look fatter (and therefore uglier). Can you imagine anything more existentially soul-sucking than the act of discouraging a child from fucking smiling.

#fatphobia #weight shaming #if i ever catch a parent doing this to their kid .... ‼️ #if youre reading this your smile is beautiful please dont be afraid to smile #a smile is one of if not the most beautiful thing about a person #there is NOTHING about the appearance of your face that can change that #to someone who loves you your smile will always be beautiful

[priniya]

hi lovie! could you do some percy (or leo, maybe both?? i love them sm hahaha) headcanons abt dating an aphrodite’s child?

I COMPLETELY LOVE THE IDEA OMG??? tysm for requesting anon <3

sorry if it’s not like you imagined it😭 it’s my first time with headcanons like that

dating percy as an aphrodite’s child would include . . .

okay you all gotta admit that if percy could, he would brag about his partner being so beautiful that no one can compete with them

i feel like he’s at the university and some guys are talking and he just waits for a chance to show you off and be like “they are literally a goddess’ child”

BUT IN FRONT OF YOU??? he’d get so awkward even if you were dating for so long

also i’m 100% sure annabeth would sometimes point it out and laugh at the way he turns into a hot mess around you

but tbh you thought it was cute, cus let’s be real. it’s percy jackson, if you weren’t a hot mess around him as well, who would you be?

if you two are sent on a mission together, he rarely thinks about himself first, always making sure you’re okay before he checks himself

in his dorm he probably has pictures of you sticked to the wall in like a heart shape and his roommates might make fun of him for being such a simp but those photos gives him strength whenever you two are apart 🔥

he’s all in for that relationship, he even officially introduced you to both his parents and paul

you taught him how to braid hair and whenever you stay at his mom’s he braid his sister’s hair under your supervision ☹️☹️

when he started dating you he probably became such a gossip guy LIKE hear me out, he started paying attention to details and people’s behavior to talk about it with you

“you won’t believe what i heard today from piper.” “nah, she didn’t told me about it directly, her body language did.”, “i know right, how could he do that to her?”

he’s all in for the tea‼️‼️‼️

OH and also when you began dating he started paying more attention to jewellery and his outfits upgraded so much??

HE IS ALSO SO JEALOUS OF YOU AND HE KISSES YOU IN PUBLIC WHEN HE CATCHES A GUY LOOKING YOUR WAY

“i know you’re a child of aphrodite but these people gotta know i am your ares. or hephaestus.” “wait, am i your ares or hephaestus?”

dating leo as an aphrodite’s child would include . . .

this man is head over heels for you, and i know i said percy also is head over heels for his partner but LEO is on different level

he often drags you to the bunker whenever he feels like it and make you sit there with him, while he crafts something (mostly for you)

that man dedicates all his work for you, like

“oh this? i made it for yn cus they said [insert thing] fall apart so i just… did it.”

ngl he is kind of insecure that you’d left him for a child of ares just like your mother did to his father. even though you reassure him he’s the one on your mind, it still stings him sometimes

getting an approval from your mom wasn’t even that hard as you thought it could be. though she wasn’t exactly the most delighted you were in love with her husband’s child but… love is love right?

pet names in spanish ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

n you would pick it up and surprise him by calling him something in spanish <3

EVEN THOUGH he’s insecure about history repeating itself he jokes about it way too much sometimes 😭😭

brags to jason about you so much jason wants to off himself and i am not kidding

he once asked you to charm-speak him just to see how it feels

“what? don’t be like that, mi amor. i gotta know what’s your power’s like in case you do it subconsciously.”

(that’s literally the dumbest excuse you’d ever hear but didn’t care, considering it was your boyfriend who asked)

MANY people says you remind them of charlie and silena and when you heard it for the first time, you broke down crying because it was such a good compliment

#percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson au #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fic #leo valdez fic #leo valdez headcanon #leo valdez headcanons #percy jackson headcanons #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez oneshot

[voltronisanobsession]

I saw your child of aphrodite imagine, and it got me thinking, imagine a child of ares as the opposite. They are the most put-together looking imaginable, have a sort of cutsey or croquette aesthetic fashion taste, and are the most kind, loving, and gentle person you would ever meet. So when the assumed aphrodite kid absolutely demolishes the opposing team in capture the flag and gets claimed by ares everyone looses their goddamn minds.

Reader being the Opposite of a Child of Ares

OMG I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK‼️ I actually really love this AHHH

Not proofread 💯

Another entirely unexpected arrival at camp, campers think it’s the most obvious place where you belong, the Aphrodite kids are ready to accept you into their cabin and everything when you get claimed.

The way reader is so put together has everyone entranced. You always pause to find a reflective surface to fix your hair during camp activities, making sure it falls and frames your face perfectly. Walking with grace and avoiding any muddy puddles to avoid ruining the loafers you walked into camp with. Even when you walk by some campers they can smell how fresh and expensive the perfume you wear is. Even your outfits look expensive and flattering on you, the unique style capturing your natural beauty even more!!

So many people think you’re gonna get claimed by Aphrodite by the end of the night, but everyone is surprised when they don’t see the familiar symbol of the goddess when dinner ends. I mean, she usually claims her children by the first day after all!

Nonetheless, the campers are sympathetic towards you, patting your shoulder as they wish you a goodnight while you’re just confused.

“It’s ok, maybe Aphrodite will claim you tomorrow! Don’t let it keep you up at night.”

You don’t even get a chance to tell them you already have a mother before everyone just disperses to their cabins. I find it hilarious to imagine that reader knows Aphrodite isn’t their godly parent while everyone else is just convinced she is cuz they don’t even know who your mortal parent is (kinda sad if you think about lowkey💀)

You’ve just given up on correcting people cuz you’re too nice (and kind of a doormat💔), using your own time to figure out who your real parent is while people keep yapping about Aphrodite.

Despite that, you’re know as a kind, social butterfly. Whenever someone needs help, whether it be from choosing an outfit, doing braids on the younger girls hair, or needing a sparring partner, you’re quick to volunteer. You’re kind to everyone even the Ares cabin even if they sometimes let snide remarks slip on what you’re wearing that day.

Fast forward to Friday😍 pass dinner again and you’re STILL not claimed people just assumed you’ve somehow angered your supposed mother.

It was revealed that the game for the night is capture the flag earlier in the week and everyone is bustling with life. I feel like Ares!Reader lives in some form of constant confusion since no one tells you anything so when people excitedly give you the run down of the game, they’re surprised when you want to play as well!

Usually the Aphrodite kids sit out on harsh games like this so it catches them off guard when you start putting on armor and grabbing a weapon so you can join the game.

As much the campers like you, the leaders are hesitant to choose you for their teams since they believe that you won’t be much help😭💔

Putting you as defense with some other campers for the flag, nobody really expects you to fight well if enemies make it past their offense group. Lowkey kinda hurts you that they think you need to be watched after but you still stand your ground, tense as you hear yelling eachoing throughout the forest.

When you see campers from the opposing team come running into sight, you get ready to clash against them until your partner tells you to guard the flag instead. While watching them fight, your skin practically ITCHES to join.

Your heart beat fastens watching them, gripping the sword harder as more enemies trampled from the forest, your own teammates stumbling after them. When one camper, Percy you learned his name was, managed to wiggle through your teammates, many of his team fought through the barrier as well.

Raising his sword, you finally gave into your urges to fight, swiftly meeting and blocking him with your own sword. He didn’t have much time to react before you forcibly shoved him backwards which caused him to stumble into the people behind him. With everyone surprised with your new fire, this gives you an upper hand as you begin swinging your sword at the green eyed boy in front of you. You’re all offense now, forcing him and his team into defense as you push them further away from the flag.

You’re absolutely merciless and fast that you manage to fling Percy’s sword from his grasp and continue to pick out his teammates one by one once he’s no longer a threat. Like it’s not even funny, you’re like a bull as you swing your sword like a maniac.

Everyone is in chaos as they try to get away from you😭😭 your own team doesn’t even know if you’re on their side or not LMAO💀 and from the corner of your eye you see that same boy you taught earlier climbing up the rock your flag was on. So without a second thought you disarm the person in front of you and fling the sword at Percy with as much force as you can.

People gasp as it goes straight into the rock beside him. Had you aimed a few more inches to the right you would have definitely killed him, no doubt. He could only stare back at you in shock, the friendly face he was used to seeing twisted in an unfamiliar, threatening look. The way you looked at him made it feel like you were going to pummel him into the ground if he even dared to continue going for your teams flag.

Even as the sound of a horn faintly echoed in the background, the group of campers were captivated by the bright red symbol glowing above your head. Glancing up, you could only breathe out a soft “Ares” before it slowly faded away into nothing.

It was quiet for a moment before someone jumped on your back and started yelling with joy. Everyone quickly surrounded you, cheering and screaming at how amazing you were. No one saw it coming and that’s what made them even more excited.

Coming out of the woods, campers would still surround you and praise you for your amazing fighting skills!!! When you revealed you never even held a sword before this week, no one believed cuz nobody could just do all that without any training!

Now that Ares claimed you as his, I think reader would have difficulty adjusting to the harsh and brash atmospheres of the Ares cabin.

You’re very different compared to them despite having excellent combat skills and fighting tactics. Your overall appearance and personality makes you stand out against your siblings, which is something they sometimes target you for.

They’ve seen you get stepped on by other campers though, so in their weird way, this is them kinda trying to toughen you up. They’re lowkey proud when they see that you have more witty comebacks whenever they throw comments at you.

Clarisse is one of the few campers that treat you the same, still throwing sly remarks and insults your way, but she does acknowledge that you are one of the strongest, if not the strongest, people in the cabin.

Overall I think Reader is the only camper that everyone gets along with that’s in the Ares cabin! Whenever there are group games or activities that involves fight, everyone is calling dibs on you. You still manage to keep your grace and loving nature even when surrounded by your siblings. Your open personality scares them at first since they’re not used to being fretted over and showing emotions, so it’ll take them some time to get used to your affections!

Ares!Reader shows others that you can be a badass fighter on the field while being a kind person off field! Love this reader tbh😝

#pjo x reader #Percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo headcanons #pjo concept #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x you #percy jackson ask

[love-toxin]

just read your latest billy fic and am now obsessed with the idea of billy babytrapping you and/or having a massive, unhinged breeding kink. in his mind you won't ever leave him if he gets you pregnant.

(please bear with my ramblings below)

billy obsessively tracking your cycle and going at it like rabbits when you're ovulating. sex that goes on for HOURS because he wants to get multiple loads inside of you, just to be sure. plugging you up afterward so all his cum stays inside. constantly telling you what a good parent you would be, and how beautiful your children would be because he's pretty, and you're pretty, so it just makes sense, right?

I really think he'd get so delusional about it. burying his face in your arousal and insisting he can tell you're fertile just by the smell/taste. bending down to whisper in your ear only to tell you how full and achey his balls are getting. leaving you little gifts but they're all pregnancy tests or baby clothes. forget whatever stage of a relationship or situationship you guys are in, he's starting a family with you. he'd get such an ecstatic glint in his eye when you finally tell him you're pregnant. don't get me started on the pregnant belly worship.

tl;dr if billy fucks me and I'm not sitting in a puddle of his cum afterwards, I don't want it‼️🗣

PRRRRRR!!!! yes. im into it. now u have to bear with MY ramblings

(cws: babytrapping, fem pronouns)

Feels like babytrapper Billy is an untapped gold mine--it's less that he wants a baby at first and mostly just that he wants control over you, but that switches up real fast when you actually get knocked up. When you actually wanna be sweet about it. Fussing about cribs and a nursery and having enough baby clothes, making him take you to the ultrasound appointments and actually getting a 'tude with him because he did this to you and now he's gonna have to deal with just as much as you have to carrying his baby.

But Billy ends up loving the shit out of it. He loves your attitude. He loves your mood swings. He loves your hormonal cravings and your tears when you throw up morning after morning. He loves holding your hair back and stuffing your bed full of pillows so you're comfortable, and he loves laying his head on your belly and hearing those little gurgles and feeling those little kicks from his baby.

At the same time, however, it makes him emotional. If this is how he feels before his baby is even here, then why would...how could his father ever treat him the way he does, and did? How could anybody do that to a kid? It makes him angry at himself for the way he was treated and the way he took that out on Max, too. He's got lots of apologies to make. Those experiences don't take up all his attention, though--he has a pretty partner to care for now, and having that to fill his time over bouncing from party to party and girl to girl just to feel something makes him unbelievably satisfied.

It honestly makes him glad that he never knocked anyone up accidentally leading up to when he met you. It had to be you, he knows that now. It had to be you that he coerced, begged, and fucked into submission to make you his, it had to be your womb that he wanted so badly to break and your pussy he wanted to risk going raw into. Wouldn't you just be the cutest with a baby, anyways? You're such a catch and you're so pretty. You'd make such adorable babies. It's obvious he never wanted to be one of those guys with a handful of baby mamas and kids he rarely sees; he wants you and your kids and that's it. It's official--you've hooked Hawkins' resident playboy into a dedicated partner and father, whether you wanted to or not.

If there's one thing he loves most about your pregnancy though, it's that he loves your neediness. He loves that something seems to click in you that makes you pine for the man whose seed you've sown, like there's an invisible connection between you two that pulls you both closer. It's like you're instinctually drawn to him and he hopes, god he hopes that continues after you've had the baby. He's ready to make love to a woman after she's had a child (after you've healed sufficiently, of course, he can wait) it's like that next stage of maturity for him. He can't wait to see how far you've come and how much you've sacrificed just to have his baby, and he can't wait to look you in the eyes and tell you he wants another. No, he doesn't want you to work off the baby weight first or fuss with your hair or your clothes to try and get back to looking like you were before. He wants you now. As you are. Raw. He's sick of those prissy party-girl snobs and their perfect bodies and their permed hair that they can't let get messed up. He wants the woman who stays up all night feeding his daughter and rolls her eyes at his flirting attempts in the morning. He's totally whipped, and even with those bags under your eyes and that tension headache behind his from the crying of his precious baby girl, he still wants another. And he's got ways of making sure that you do, too...after all, he got you into it the first time, right?

#billy hargrove #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

[stinkypeanutbutter]

silly headcanons pt 2‼️

here we go. . Yay

Whenever they go out, Ashlyn had to wear like a TON of sunscreen because she’s pale af (same)

Scratch what I said last time, Aiden actually likes spiders, but is scared of grasshoppers. Why? Because they keep jumping on him and towards him because they don’t mind their stupid business and are so big for no reason. Ashlyn agrees with this statement

Aiden is so scared of failing his parents, as they seem to have high expectations with him and he’s worried that whatever he does may not be good enough or doesn’t fit their criteria, even if his parents try and reassure him it’s fine to mess up something, referring to his past

Aiden and Taylor totally listen to vocaloid

Beach time? Ashlyn is hiding in the shade on her phone, occasionally going out to swim. . But goes back because the water is freakishly cold. Ben is making sand castles (with or without that little cousin I forgot her name) Logan is collecting shells and cool objects for the sand castle and observation purposes (nerd) Taylor and Tyler are splashing eachother and seeing who can swim faster (Tyler refuses to play but does anyway for her) And Aiden is catching sand crabs, swimming, and climbing the rocky areas to find creatures or lost items to show everyone else.

birthdays? Aiden buys the best gifts cause he rich and seems to know everyone the most because he’s intrusive. Ashlyn buys pretty good ones as well becuase of her hearing everything everywhere. Logan isn’t the best and struggles but pulls through well in the end. Ben makes his own birthday gifts from scratch like a pro!! Taylor and Tyler team up, and usually do well (especially with secret Santa)

Aiden never actually went trick or treating before (bozo) because of his constant traveling, so the most he could and would ever do is buy candy the night of and watch something alone. The buds got together for a day and all went trick or treating for Aidens sake and he loved it. (He scared many kids that day because he went as a clown lmao)

Aiden does graffiti art les go!!!! (Got in trouble once)

Aiden ALMOST went to jail, but it was just some old lady complaining about how he looked because he kept smiling at her and thought he was being cocky (he was)

Ben listens to metal (you just take a headphone from him and you hear screaming and a heavy instrumental 💀)

both Ashlyn and Ben also listen to orchestral music, Taylor occasionally because it appeases her mind.

Horror movies? Ben dos NOT like them, but watches for the others sake. Logan feels the same way, and covers his face anytime a jumpscare is coming up (fails each time, ends up seeing every jumpscare and screams, jumps into the arms of the nearest person) Ashlyn doesn’t get scared easily with them, but only when she can’t tell if one’s gonna happen or not. Tyler likes them, but doesn’t admit to being scared at times. Taylor and Aiden love them, actually talking about what parts they liked and what they could have done better on.

since people are doing these, here:

Bi Ashlyn, considers herself a girl, but also as nothing sometimes (idk the word)

Pan Aiden, doesn’t care who you are, just be able to tolerate him.

Tyler is a homophobic homosexual

Logan is bi, no major preferences.

Ben is a straight and ace

Taylor is ace and demi romantic

love how most people seemed to agree with Taylor and Ben being ace

Ashlyn and Taylor have girls nights sometimes, usually with Taylor taking a ton of photos and Ashlyn getting bombarded with questions from Aiden and Tyler (mostly Aiden)

TW!! SH

When it came to Aiden being a alone in his room and him moving around a lot, it was hard for him to feel anything besides loneliness, so he took to SH for a while, mostly on his upper thighs because he felt no one would see them as easily. Even now he starts it up again when he’s super upset and had really no way to get his frustration out, didn’t help with the constant mask he put up. He feels better, but every now and then his emotions slip and he starts it up again, going further without realizing. He wears a strong foundation to at least cover some of them up, but someone noticed. Who? That’s up for you to decide.

ok good bye thanks for reading!!11!! 😹🌝🤺

#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon) #My headcanons #I’ll do more once I think of some #school bus graveyard webtoon #aiden clark #ben clark #tyler hernandez #Ashlyn Banner #Ashlynn #Taylor Hernandez #silly headcanons woo hoo!!

[kookieswan]

Wait!!! Don't!! Am I too late?? I wanna get one last order in for the boys before they close shop for the time‼️

Can I please order a tall shot of enemies to lovers from our beautiful barista Hoseok (or Namjoon if Hoba decided to make my last order)?? I'd love to taste some spicy tension and raw hatred with a dash of misunderstood history and family feuds for that extra hit of flavor 👀💔

I'm feeling angsty can you tell? 🤫

Tied to You

Criminal!Namjoon x Rich!Reader (f)

Word Count: 573

Genre: E2L, Affluent!AU, Criminal!AU

Your chosen barista: Namjoon 🌳

… You again? How many times are you going to come back before you understand I don’t want you here? After I get you your sweet peach tea and red velvet cupcake, I expect you to be gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t know why I’m putting myself through this.” As much as you agree with the sentiment, it’s for a good reason…. Hopefully You sit across from the biggest asshole you’ve ever met, Namjoon Kim, wunderkind supreme and complete douche nozzle.

“Because we have to Namjoon. Get over it.” Picking at your chicken parmesan, you choose to ignore it as he sighs and crosses his arms like a petulant child. You’re starting to regret getting all dressed up; the lovely dress you’re wearing is worth thousands while Namjoon isn’t even worth your time.

“I have better things to do on my Saturday night than sitting across from your prissy ass.” The words come out venomous, his eyes bored as he stares at the burning candle that sits between you. A humorless laugh escapes your cherry lips before you can stop it, the clink of your fork against the plate loud in the nearly empty room. The servers around you look nervous, but choose not to intervene. Smart of them.

“Wow, keep talking sweet to me baby. You really know how to claw your way into a girls heart…” He looks at you with a grimace, eyebrow arched before he tuts like you’re the one being inconsiderate. The fuckers lucky you’re even allowing him to be in the same room as you.

“How did you convince your parents to arrange this with mine? I know I’m a catch but I didn’t realize you were this desperate.” At this, you pause. Stop completely, trying to process what he said before a twisted sort of humor bubbles forth. Snorting, you mouth turn up wickedly as you lean back in your seat, crossing your legs haughtily.

“Actually, your parents arranged it with mine. They want us to get to know each other so we can eventually merge our companies, you cretin.” At least you’re parents had been honest. They want you to marry rich, an understandable desire to keep the family’s name well known to the masses, even if Namjoon’s family likes to fiddle around with super illegal shit. The man gapes at you, and you swear you can see his right eye twitch almost violently. It’s hard not to coo.

“… You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You were unhappy before but the sheer amount of misery that washes over the fuckers face has you grinning into the glass of wine you sip from. It was fine before, but it’s like the sweetest of berries now, the sugar dancing across your tongue as you continue to bask in a sort of victorious state. Eying him, you see Namjoon hasn’t moved much, face permentely marred in discontent. The poor thing.

“You’re surprised?” The teasing is obvious in your voice apparently, Namjoon cutting his eyes toward yours in the meanest glare he can muster. You’ll admit, he can look intimidating, but you know he’s nothing more than his silly little insults. He’s got no real backbone.

“I just thought they wanted to make nice to avoid bad press, not lock me into marrying your crazy ass.” Humming a little, you pick up your fork and gather a bite of the savory food, raising it up. Instead of bringing it to your own lips, you raise it up to his thick ones, tone almost biting as you smear it on his skin.

“You can cry about it later hubby. Now, eat your fucking food and enjoy my company.”

#bangtan cafe weekend ❤️ #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon angst #bts x you #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts angst #bts

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 2

Rating: Explicit. 18+

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Bad girls are sad girls! Always wondered what goes through the mind of a spoiled, rich but intelligent and perceptive teenager? Have you found yourself craving that adrenaline rush, the danger of a forbidden fruit? Okay. That was cheesy as hell. Gross.

Let’s try again. Sarcasm? Check. Vine references? Hell yes! Crude humour? Check. Blunt honesty? Double check. We’re living in a Lana del Rey song, ladies.

The author doesn’t actually condone codependent relationships in real life. This is a filthy little fantasy. Enjoy, deviants.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @vozit​ @another-stark-sub ​ @mostly-marvel-musings​

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings  ! She deserves all the love 💙

Peter woke me up at eight AM the next morning like the little shit that he was, demanding I make him pancakes. It wasn’t the first time I’ve had the joy to experience him in the morning and he knew exactly how to antagonise me enough to make him the special pancakes he liked so much. They had become kind of a ritual whenever he stayed over at my house, which was quite often - teachers liked me enough to pair me up with one of the most sensible kids for any projects that couldn’t be done alone by yours truly on her own.

I put on my yesterday’s dress, applied moisturizer and obediently trotted behind an excitedly mumbling Peter. The kitchen was large, beautiful and delightfully empty of any resident superheroes. I’ve indirectly crossed paths with all of the tower’s residents hanging around Tony, but I’ve yet had to speak more than polite niceties to any of them. 

Spying a bowl of boiled eggs and some sort of weird salad alongside half burned toast on the counter, I suddenly understood why Peter demanded his pancakes. I strictly instructed the disaster child to stay away from my cooking process and set to work with one ear listening to his ramblings and a headphone in the other. 

A set of thumping footsteps appeared behind me as I was pouring the batter for the first pancake. Their owner loudly sat down next to Peter, sighing, groaning, generally making “I’m not a morning person” sounds.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” Peter’s tone was way, way too chipper.

“‘mrng,” The Sergeant grumbled. “Who’s this and why is she making pancakes?”

I turned around, spatula at the ready. “It’s me,” We’ve actually met before, but Barnes had left before I could even come over from my side of the work bench to say hello.

He nodded in acknowledgement after giving me a suspicious once-over. “One of Stark’s science children. I’m James but you can call me Bucky,” His voice sounded rough and gravely, and he clutched a coffee cup half the size of my head.

I snorted. “Science child, sure,” It wasn’t half-bad actually. I wisely choose to ignore the part of being Tony’s. No matter how hot the man was, I wasn’t anybody’s but my own, thank you very much. “Go get the bananas, Nutella and maple syrup, fellow science child.”

Peter scrambled to follow instructions as I plated the pancakes and cut the bananas into neat little rings to fill the sweet circles with. A tablespoon of Nutella, half a sliced banana, wrap, garnish with powdered sugar and pour maple syrup generously on top. I really didn’t see how this could be difficult but any and all attempts to teach Peter how to recreate my masterpiece always ended up in an absolute mess. I turned around to ask Bucky if he wanted any. The look of a man starved answered all my questions.

“You’re a goddess,” Peter moaned around his mouthful, nose smudged white with the powdered sugar.

“Gross, chew first then talk, you neanderthal,” I scoffed, prepping more batter for the second batch of pancakes. I wasn’t sure if everybody would show up but figured it would be rude to exclude them from the sheer magnificence that were my pancakes. I was just that good.

The music in my ear drowned most of Peter’s disgusting chewing noises, thankfully. My second batch vanished into thin air, inhaled by the two males like the garbage disposals that they were. Peter, in particular, ate an alarming quantity of food and I was surprised how he managed to stay so skinny. His daily eating schedule resembled the Hobbits.

More people appeared, this time acting less surprised regarding me standing at the stove. Hawkeye, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and her brother, all of them wandered in wearing sleep attire with various amusing prints. Thankfully, they mostly kept quiet or chatted with Peter - I would have definitely grumbled if someone tried to talk to me. As far as my body was concerned it was still the middle of the night.

“PANCAKES,” A booming voice announced and I shuddered at the sheer intensity and devotion contained in that one word. Thor.

“Please use your indoor voice,” I snapped reflectively. My brain caught up with what I just did so I hastily backtracked. “Sorry, I’m a bitch in the mornings.”

The blonde man chuckled, coming over to poke his nose into my flurry of pour-flip-fill sequence. Then, with all the grace and manners of a prince, he dipped one (1) large finger into the jar of Nutella and wandered off with it stuck in his mouth. With this turn of events the Nutella was bound to run out sooner than expected.

I turned around, annoyed confusion in plain sight. “The fuck?.. That’s gross, don’t do that,” Finding his brother (adopted!) sitting next to Thor, wearing a haughty smirk, finger still in his mouth. So Loki turned into his brother to steal Nutella from a jar. I sighed. Nobody even batted an eye. “Your alien germs are in there now, double ew.”

“Alien germs? Where?” Bruce entered the kitchen with a tablet under his arm, wearing Hulk themed pajamas, Captain America in tow. I was honestly on the verge of breaking down into hysterical laughter. Domestic Avengers wasn’t something I’d expected to see or experience, ever, much less be a part of. It took a moment for me to remind myself that they were people, too, and each of them was entitled to their own quirks. 

“America, egg-splain,” Peter muttered under his breath, giggling. “Loki stuck his hand in the Nutella jar,” He pointed at said jar. “She got grumpy,” Peter pointed at me. “Don’t make her grumpy, please, I want more pancakes,” And turned his pleading puppy eyes in my direction again.

“This is indentured servitude,” I pointed my spatula at the little shit. “You just had, like, ten.” But I made more batter nonetheless. I must admit it was kind of cool, seeing the earth’s mightiest defenders so relaxed. And Pete being happy, that was just… The best. I don’t know how to explain it. His eternal cheerfulness was highly contagious.

Chuckles filled up the room, the adults chatting and bickering amongst themselves while they patiently waited for their own breakfast. 

“Do you need some help?” Bruce approached me after stopping to fetch himself a cup of tea. It smelled strongly of tangy herbs and honey.

“I need more Nutella and bananas,” I admitted, surveying the sheer amount of people I had to feed. I didn’t doubt the Captain and two Asgardians had an appetite to match Peter’s which meant a literal extra set of condiments was required. Thankfully, Bruce fetched them for me, coming to a stop next to me. “Anything else?”

“You know, I tried making these with Peter and he just ended up with powdered sugar and chocolate all over himself,” I mused, noting the way Banner was carefully observing the assembly of a pancake. “You think Doctor seven-phds can manage to add a few toppings to a pancake without causing a disaster?“ 

Bruce rolled his eyes fondly, bumping me with his hip. "I’m no Clint Barton when it comes to cooking but at least I don’t burn my toast like Steve,” True to his word, his hands made swift motions of filling, wrapping and plating each individual pancake. They were almost as good as mine albeit more messy. I had lots of practice though. We finished off a batch in companionable silence, sounds of the team and my music playing in the background. 

I didn’t notice when I started swaying to the rhythm, catching a confused look from Bruce. I brushed back my hair, revealing a wireless headphone in my ear and he chuckled in understanding. “What are you listening to?”

“Right now? Kings of Leon,” I said, leaning towards him so he could hear the chorus “Use Somebody” currently occupying my right ear. 

“I like them, too,” He said, his cheek gently touching mine. His hands slowed on the pancake, a soft hum vaguely reminding me of the song’s melody emanating from his throat. “What else do you usually listen to?”

“Mostly heavier stuff, but I have a whole separate playlist dedicated to mid-2000s bops,” I answered. “I’ve heard I’m quite old school when it comes to music.”

“Well, I am an old man, so…” Bruce grinned mischievously. “But my guilty pleasure is Lady Gaga,” He admitted with a laugh.

I laughed, too. The image of his dancing in his lab to Born This Way was too much for my brain and I hung my head, fighting giggles. Bruce bumped me with his hip again, faking a pout. “Okay, okay, that was a fucking hilarious image, you go dude,” I finally powered through my struggle to contain laughter. “My own guilty pleasure would be… Umm… Lana Del Rey, I guess.”

Bruce made a vague noise of confusion. I took a brief break from mixing the batter to dig out my second headphone, presenting it to him and switching to a song. “This is what makes us girls”. Despite the fact I have never stolen a car or had a close female friend, the nostalgia was real. “Carmen” followed after the first song and I silently thanked whatever deity that “You can be the boss” was taken out of Spotify - I don’t think I was prepared to share that kind of information with a lab partner. An older, handsome lab partner. Wait… Where did that come from?

“I like it,” He said after the song ended and my more usual stuff began playing. “It suits you, I think.”

I groaned. “Really? I think it’s edgy,” Hiding away the embarrassment, I passed him a tray of freshly baked pancakes, occupying his immediate attention.

“You’re an old soul,” He gave me a lopsided smile. I saw a very faint blush tinting his cheeks, the kind of blush that had me wondering about the meaning behind his words. 

I gave an attempt at a smile in response, the left corner of my mouth barely tilting up. We talked some more about the rock music we shared in our earphones. I had a lot of 80s hair metal and 90s grunge in my playlist. Bruce was not a Curt Cobain man but enjoyed the works of his legacy, Marcy Playground. 

A tan hand wormed its way between me and Bruce, snatching a handful of banana slices and disappeared just as swiftly. “Tonyyy,” Bruce groaned, picking up another banana to replace the stolen pieces.

The spatula in my hand became a weapon as I blindly aimed at the target behind my back. A loud “ow” indicated I hit it. When I turned around, Tony was clutching the side of his face, a hurt look in his eyes and cheeks stuffed full of stolen goods. I stared him square in the face, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was shirtless - the arc reactor glowed brightly in the middle of his toned chest. Fuck.

His chest was honestly what I was aiming for. I constantly kept forgetting how short he actually was. There was this one time when Tony had to put his arms around me to steady a piece of tech - he felt huge, hard and enormous around me. 

“What’s that for, Princess?” He finally chewed through his food and found his voice.

“For being a Tony,” I retorted. “Stay away from my workspace and wait for your breakfast like everybody else.”

“Hey! This is my kitchen,” He whined immediately, like the adult man that he was. I nearly cried from how adorable his face became, eyebrows scrunched up. “I don’t want to wait! And why does he,” Tony’s finger accusingly pointed at Bruce, “Get the bananas?!”

“Because he’s Brucie-bear,” I stuck my nose up in the air when Bruce’s arm wrapped around my waist. “He’s my science father,” I stuck my tongue out at Tony, seeing Bruce’s triumphant smile. Banner used every opportunity to get back at Tony’s incessant sass. 

The gleaming in Tony’s eyes should have alarmed me. “But he’s not your science daddy,” Tony’s flirting was accompanied by a salacious eyebrow wiggle and Peter’s screech of “OH MY GOD!" 

It took me every ounce of willpower to not flush. It was one of those rare times that I was at a complete loss of words. Thinking on the spot, I gave a very meaningful look to Bruce - thankfully, he got the gist and returned an equally filthy smirk back. Tony gaped.

"Is this how they are in the lab?” The Captain’s quiet voice leaked horrified amusement.

“All.The.Time.” Peter’s resonating groan was followed by Romanoff’s laughter.

We went up to the lab after breakfast. Thankfully Tony stopped his dramatic bitching when I served him my pancakes, scarfing them down much like everybody else. So me and Pete were accompanied by one (1) happy engineer, all three of us tinkering away on a robot that we were supposed to present in our science class in a month. The focus that was required to solder was immense and our usual banter was missing, replaced by an occasional request for a specific tool or a water bottle.

It took a few hours to get the dirty job done even with Tony’s help (technically he wasn’t supposed to but neither me nor Pete had the heart to forbid him from it when the man looked so content and happy soldering away). By the time I uncurled from my spot on the bench, my back was in knots and my dress had oil stains and holes all over it. I immediately went to the nearest water bottle, finishing half of it in seconds, picking up my phone to see if I had any important messages from my mother.

None.

Just a message from Bruce.

I tapped on my phone, idly scrolling through the Instagram app, liking some pictures of people I barely knew and keeping up a general appearance of being very busy. When the ringtone started playing, it took me a whole five seconds to understand it was, in fact, coming from my phone - I certainly wouldn’t put something so… Outrageous as my main tone.

Banner had discovered the power of the internet. You Can Be The Boss played loudly, and it played from my phone and Bruce was calling me. I picked it up, turning around, fighting the incoming laughter. “Yes, Brucie?" 

To say that Tony’s and Peter’s faces were scandalised was nothing. The boy’s face was such a deep shade of red, I started worrying about his blood pressure and Tony’s mouth hung open limply, like he was witnessing the second coming of Christ. 

"Is Tony sufficiently traumatized?” Judging by the breathless tone of his voice, Banner was resisting a mighty laughing fit of his own.

“Oh, absolutely,” I happily chirped.

“Good, keep it up. Come to my lab before you leave,” Banner snorted and then, realising what he’d done, promptly hung up, the tell-tale beginning of a giggle fit abruptly interrupted by a dial tone.

I put the phone in my bag, gathering the rest of my things with a look somewhere between innocence and indifference. At least, I hoped it was - my mind kept jumping between the engineer’s ridiculously scandalised face and the way his mouth went slack, lips moist and soft and plush. That’s a very dangerous trail.

A very dangerous trail I couldn’t resist exploring in the solitude and privacy of my own bedroom, at home.

#bun writes #party favours #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x y/n #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n

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Hello kind anon! Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry for the delay on this one, classes have been making me want to scream into the void, but I finally have some free time! Hope you’re having a good day 👉😎👉. LETS ROLL!

17 - Would you ever start a family with your f/o?

When Rae and Knuckle reached that point of comfort in their relationship to be able to openly talk about the potentials of their future together, Knuckle commented on how he would catch Rae sometimes smiling fondly at small kids with their parents as they walked around together, and asked her if she ever thought about it having some of their own. She was taken aback when he asked the question at first, she was never the childcare type, regardless of meeting and looking over Gon and Killua, and how children seemed to naturally gravitate to her. Sure she’ll give a kid a smile or a funny face to make them laugh but to raise one of her own? But then again, she wouldn’t be alone. She knew Knuckle puts his all into everything he did, and being a father would absolutely be no different. He would make a really incredible, caring dad. She remembered how Gon told her about how kind Knuckle was to him, how Knuckle essentially mentored him and Killua through training, caring about how much sleep he got, how much he ate, and how he was doing. Knuckle was great with kids and animals alike, and she smiled fondly when she realized she would have the confidence to be a mother if he was by her side. But realistically speaking, they were nowhere near ready, both of them. They were both constantly traveling as ranked hunters, throwing themselves into potentially dangerous work and missions. And honestly, neither of them wanted to settle just yet. Stay together, absolutely, but they wanted to explore, get further into the world and see what oddities and wonders there were to see. So that’s what she told him. He smiled, big and soft when she told him she had thought about it, but only if it was with him. But agreed when she brought up cons. so then came his next question, “What about a dog instead?”

8 - Whats your favorite way to relax and unwind with your f/o?

Ooh I’ve been rolling a lot of 8’s. This is the third one! The other two are over here but of course, i got more! Here are the other two!

Ah, these two love spending time and relaxing together and they have multiple ways to do so! Yet another way they enjoy their downtime is by reading manga together. They both like reading it, (Knuckle in canon actually ‘borrows’ Gon’s manga without him knowing and gives it back to him in an end credit scene) engrossing themselves in the characters, story, and art style! They both have a solid collection of different titles, and when they lived separately, they would bring a manga or 2 to the other’s place in case they got in the mood to snuggle and read. when they decided on living together they combined their two collections to make a little manga library for themselves and they add a couple of mangas whenever they get the chance to! They would sit or or be spooning in a comfy spot, usually their bed. Rae would be holding the book and have her back against Knuckle’s chest, while he would have his arms wrapped around, peeking over her shoulder and reading along with her. He’d be resting his head against her too. More often than not they would read aloud to each other, Rae had the tendency to read in accents for each character, and she could feel warm butterflies in her chest every time she felt Knuckle smile or chuckle against her ear. He would read to her too, she loved the gruff but soft tone in his voice, feeling its vibrations rumble into her back. Knuckle eagerly asks her to turn pages, or stay on the current one to take in the artwork. They would comment on the stories, theorizing about what was to happen next, talking about characters, and how some reminded them of each other, and asking what the other would do if they were the character in that situation. These were some of the cherished quieter, cozy moments between them; the opposite of their usual loud and energetic selves. Sometimes they were so cozy that one of them would fall asleep, usually it was Rae. Knuckle would notice her hold on the book start to slip, or she would yawn and snuggle a bit more into him. When she would doze off, Knuckle always gently took the book from her, marking the page they were on, put it to the side, and lay back down with her, kissing her cheek and pulling a blanket over both of them before settling in for a nap. (I think of this a lot whenever I read manga lol I need this irl 😩)

13 - What’s your f/o’s love language?

Despite his tough looks and attitude, Knuckle’s a very loving dude, especially when it comes to how he displays his love for Rae and quite honestly, anyone who he thinks deserves it. He touches on all the love languages but he really thrives off of receiving words of affirmation. Though he may deny it, he’s always trying to better himself, whether it be for his own ego or for the sake of others, and though he tries not to ask for it, he greatly values someone who recognizes his work and efforts. He pointed out that Shoot should be proud of him when he was able to leave the dogs he couldn’t care for behind, despite being so emotionally attached to all of them, putting the mission ahead of his own personal beliefs. He also respected Youpi and lost the will to kill him when he acknowledged Knuckle as a worthy opponent. Sometimes all he needs is just a bit of reassurance that he’s doing the right thing, because he is impulsive, and he tries his best not to act just on impulse. When Rae picked up on it, she always made sure to reassure, praise, and acknowledge him whenever she could, and though he wouldn’t say much besides a small “thanks”, she could see in his eyes and slight blush how much it meant to him. When it comes to giving however, Knuckle is all about physical affection, and it increases tenfold when it comes to Rae. Part of it is because it’s her top receiving love language, but also because it translates better from him. Though Knuckle can be quite a smooth talker, his emotions can sometimes get in the way, and he can be quite overwhelmed in a short period of time. He uses his touch to really solidify his communication with her, from loving kisses and nuzzles, to a gentle reassuring hand on her bouncing knee to calm her anxieties, to a protective arm slung around her shoulders or waist drawing her closer to him. Even the way the play with each other, gentle shoves, punches, or nudges at each other when they banter, he shows his true intentions by the way he touches her. They’ve learned to pick up on the other’s social cues through their time together, able to have a conversation just through touch, and they wouldn’t have it any other way

Here’s the prompt!

#thank you for the ask! #ah I love these so much I always like thinking of little scenarios and character development situations for Knuckle and Rae #send more if you’d like and I hope you enjoy this one! #anon #❤️ #himbo king #rECH #Rae and Knuckle #self shipping #f/o imagines #ask prompt

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Hey here’s a propmt for playing house. I want you to write something where Beth and Rio have to explain to one of the kids where babies come from 😂😂 I can just see the arkwardness 🌹‼️🤪🥰❤️

Sorry this has taken so long! Hope you like it

Set in The Centre and Circumference / Domestic Fic universe

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“Hmmm, I don’t know if I like this,” Annie says, squinting across the backyard as Beth passes her a mug of coffee, moving to sit beside Ruby on the other outdoor setting, following her sister’s gaze out across the yard. Beth hums in agreement, watching as Emma glances back at them, Jane and Marcus on either side of her, whispering things into her ears like an angel and a devil on her shoulder, and god, who’s she kidding. A matching pair of devils.  

“Right?” Beth says, taking a sip of her own coffee as Marcus suddenly starts talking louder, becoming audible albeit not intelligible, gesturing to Jane and Emma together, and then to himself, like he’s trying to convince them both of something. She frowns, considering them. “They’ve been like this since I picked them up from school yesterday.”

Well, Jane and Marcus have at least, Beth thinks. It’d been weird. They’d been unusually quiet when she’d gotten there, sitting together in the back of the classroom, furiously whispering to each other which had their poor teacher laughing nervously (and god, he’d been so relieved when Beth had led them out the door to take them home, a fact she has approximately zero intention of telling Rio any time soon. Although even now the thought makes her groan – parent-teacher night’s next month after all, and she’s not sure she’s ready for the laundry list of Jane and Marcus’ misbehaviour, at least not while sitting next to an inevitably irritable and punishment-scheming Rio).

The fact of all of that alone had been strange enough, but they’d just sort of - - stared at her, like they’d never seen her before. In the classroom, on the car ride home, even when she had all five kids set up at the dining room table doing homework. Stared at her until Beth had jokingly made some robot noises which - - okay, they were seven and the unimpressed look on Jane’s face and the pitying one on Marcus’ had Beth already dreading adolescence.

Thing is, it hadn’t even stopped at her.

Rio had gotten home from work just before dinner, and Jane hadn’t been able to stop looking at him either, but Marcus - - he’d barely been able to look at his father at all, had pointedly avoided him in a way that had Rio tense throughout dinner and then quiet in bed with her. The way his unhappiness over it oozed off him had had Beth pulling his head to her chest and massaging the tension out of his neck until his eyelashes fluttered shut against her skin and his breaths steadied at her breast.

She tells Annie and Ruby as much (albeit with a little less detail).

“You don’t think one of the mom’s has said anything to the kids about Rio again, do you?” Ruby asks, tone weighted with concern, and Beth rocks her head from side-to-side.

“I don’t think so? As much as I hate it, Rio wasn’t wrong when he said Marcus is used to kids saying things about him. Besides, why would that mean they were staring at me?”

Both Annie and Ruby seem to consider that, and Beth lets her gaze settle back on the kids, watching as Emma suddenly furiously shakes her head, Marcus still talking beside her. She clutches her doll to her chest, and Beth sighs, shifting to get up only - - only Emma’s not upset. She’s wrinkling her nose, like he’s just told her something gross. Beth sits back down, frowning, confused.

“Maybe they’ve just realised that you’re all ABC family hour, and gangfriend’s like, late nights on HBO,” Annie jokes, and Beth just gives her a look. “Speaking of gangfriend, where is he? Thought you said he’d been taking the weekends off when you guys have the kids?”

“He is. He just likes to go to the gym in the morning. He and a few other guys have this like, boxing group. They’re all pretty into it.”

And so’s she, if she’s honest. Likes Rio coming home a little sweaty and a lot relaxed, the tension eased from his body in a way she only usually sees when he’s fucked her until she can barely walk which is - - fun too, but not exactly helpful the weekends they have a houseful of kids and an errand list as long as her arm.

“Mm, I bet they are,” Annie hums dreamily. Her gaze flicks back to Beth. “You need to tell me where he goes.”

Beth snorts.

“What, so you can perv?”

It’s enough to make Ruby laugh and Annie to give them both a look of mock outrage, waving her arm out enough to spill her coffee on her jeans, but she barely seems to notice.

“Maybe I want to join, huh, did you think about that?” she says, and then, a breath later: “But for real. I’m single, and there’s something like, primal about watching hot guys box. I assume he’s boxing with other dark and broody babes? What am I saying, of course he is.”

And god, it’s not like Annie’s wrong. On the primal thing, or the other babes. Rio had tried to get her going to his trendy inner-city gym instead of the yoga studio at the club a few times now, and it had just been too much. She always finished working out before him, which meant she always ended up watching him until he was ready to go, and she’d never really understood it before him, but watching Rio box just did things to her. The strong, firm line of his body, glistening with sweat, the light agility of him on his feet, the power in his arms, in his legs, the way he usually won, and just - - god, she was always breathless by the time he was out of the ring, and then even more so when he fucked her up against the lockers in the change room, the metal cutting her back, his body slick with sweat against hers, the way he’d fuck her like a prize, his fingers bruising at her ass, and - -

Beth swallows thickly, crosses her legs, and Ruby stares at her, amused, eyebrows halfway up her forehead.

“You okay there, B?”

Beth waves her off, taking a sip of her coffee.

She’d stopped going after they got caught by a guy Rio knew, materialising out of nowhere and wolfwhistling right as Rio had slammed back into her and just - -

Seriously.

She blushes to the roots of her hair.

She could never go back.

Beside her, Annie suddenly lurches to her feet, finishing the last of her coffee and letting it hang limp from her hand. She gestures vaguely to Beth.

“As much as I’d love to unpack everything about that look, I should probably go,” she says. “Greg’s dropping Sadie off tomorrow and like, I haven’t done any dishes since he picked him up, so.”

Which is - - well, a pretty effective way to kill any of Beth’s leftover heat (she should really keep that in the back of her mind for when Rio’s feeling particularly – um – playful in public). Ruby seems to echo the disdain at least, and they both groan at Annie.

“Bitch, it has been a week and a half. Are you kidding me?”

“I would literally buy you a dishwasher myself if I thought you would ever actually use it,” Beth adds, and Annie laughs, opens her mouth to reply when Marcus and the girls suddenly appear at her side on the patio. Beth sits up a little taller, smiling at them, and Marcus smiles back, a picture of innocence as he says:

“Miss Elizabeth, do you and my daddy have sex?”

Somewhere inside, Beth can hear Kenny and Danny playing video games, can hear lunch gently simmering in the crockpot, can hear the faintest whir of the washing machine working through its cycle. Which is nice, she thinks blankly, her smile not shifting as she tries to process what Marcus has just said to her. She can’t quite look at Ruby, who even out of the corner of her eye she can see has her mouth hanging open, and she definitely can’t look at Annie, even if she does see her drop heavily back down into her chair (doesn’t even have to know for sure to know that she’s grinning).

Beth clears her throat, softening her gaze.

“Who told you that?” she asks, and beside him, Jane shrugs, a suspicious look on her face.

“Lucas Bircher. He said he saw his daddy naked and he put his penis inside his mommy’s butt and then his daddy told him that that was sex and it was how they made babies.”

“Not if it’s in her butt,” Ruby says quietly, taking a sip of her coffee when Beth spins around to glare at her. She drops her mouth open, planning to tell the kids what, she’s not sure, when Jane continues:

“But then we asked Kenny, and Kenny said growed-ups have sex because it’s fun and that you and Mr Rio do it all the time.”

And Beth blinks at that, heat flooding her cheeks, and she’s not sure if it’s more in embarrassment or anger, because god, she could kill him.

“He said what?”

“I said you’d never do that, mommy. I told them you and Mr Rio don’t like having fun,” Emma says authoritatively, and just like that, the dam breaks for Annie, her braying laugh exploding out of her as she collapses back into the chair.

“My daddy loves having fun,” Marcus insists with a frown, and Annie laughs even louder.

“Oh, he really does, kiddo, he really does.”

Beth spins around to glare at Annie, only to catch Emma and Jane in the process, who are looking at Beth unconvinced, which - - rude, Beth thinks. She’s a lot of fun!

“But how does putting a penis in your butt make a baby?” Jane says with a frown, and well, Beth swallows a grimace, looking helplessly over at Ruby, who just shrugs uselessly back at her, waving out a hand. Beth sighs, trying to remember how she’d explained it to Kenny, and - - right. She’d explained it through being pregnant with Jane, but Jane was the youngest, and there was barely a year and a half between Emma and Jane, and Marcus had no younger siblings (well, not until Jane), and Beth flounders a little.

“Well, you remember your Aunt Nancy,” Beth tries. “You remember how her belly got really big because it was busy making your cousin Dakota.”

Marcus looks at her blankly, but Jane and Emma both seem to think about it, Emma most of all, clutching her doll back to her chest, her forehead furrowing deeply.

“So Uncle Greg and Aunt Nancy had sex,” she says slowly, and Beth blinks as Annie’s laughter stutters, and right, this might not have been her best idea.  

“Are you and Mr Rio trying to have a baby?” Emma asks, brightening suddenly, and Jane stares at Beth and scowls.

“You had enough babies. No more.”

Which is enough to make Marcus frown, like he categorically disagrees, and god, Beth wishes she could take this conversation back about ten minutes and…then maybe put a pin in it for ten years.

“No, we’re not trying to have a baby,” Beth says, ignoring Annie’s thank god, and Ruby’s muttered agreement, and she flushes again before she can help herself, adds: “We-“

But before she can get very far, Emma interrupts her.

“But then why are you having sex?”

Jane scoffs, rolls her eyes, shoving Emma’s arm.

“Kenny said it was fun, stupid.”

“I’m not stupid!”

“’Ey, nobody’s stupid.”

Rio’s voice cuts through the kids’ chatter like an arrow, and Beth spins on the spot before she can help herself, her eyes wide, mortified, because god, this is not a conversation anyone should have sprung on them, and she’s flushing to the roots of her hair all over again. Rio clocks it, forehead furrowing slightly at her as he strides forwards to stand beside her chair, his duffel bag from the gym slung over his shoulder, his knuckles still strapped, and he looks impossibly good in a pair of sweats and a loose tank. He pauses only when he suddenly sees all three sets of kid’s eyes wheel around onto him, and Beth feels it – the way his eyes dart first to Ruby, who’s suddenly looking incredibly enthralled by something in the sky, and then to Annie, who’s grinning so wide her face looks like it might split in two, and then to Beth, who starts mouthing words at him before she can help it, trying to give him a heads up, but he just returns the kids’ stare instead.

“Still doin’ this, huh?” he says, amused, or at least he is until Marcus asks him:

“Daddy, why do you have sex with Miss Elizabeth if you’re not making me a baby brother or sister?”

And honestly, it’d almost be funny – the short circuiting look on his face if Beth could summon a breath. At least Annie seems to find it funny, if the way Annie’s laugh twists into an almost strangled scream is anything to go by. Rio gives her a look that should just about kill her, before he turns his attention to Beth. He pauses briefly, taking in her flushed cheeks and her wide, slightly wet eyes, before he looks at the floor, then lets his gaze flick back up to her.

“Elizabeth, why is my son askin’ me about sex?”

His voice is deceptively calm, but she can hear the do-not-want strain underneath it, and Beth, she shakes her head.  

“A kid at school talked about it,” she says apologetically. “And then Kenny maybe offered an - - an inappropriate opinion.”

Rio nods, unblinking, staring down at Marcus who just tilts his head, turning briefly back to Beth.

“Is sex why you kiss so much?” Marcus asks her, having not gotten an answer from his father, and Jane nods, adds:

“And why Mr Rio touches your boobies?”

“I don’t think boobies are for sex,” Marcus says authoritatively, and he glances over at Beth’s chest, squinting a little at them, like he’s trying to understand. “Miss Elizabeth’s are just big and really soft and like the best, most comfortablest pillow in the world, and my daddy likes things that are the best.”

“You need to kill me,” Annie whispers to Ruby. “My life will never get better than this moment.”

It earns her another sharp look from Rio, his jaw rocking forwards, before finally he huffs out a breath, stepping forwards on the patio to crouch down in front of the kids, his gaze shifting between them, and it’s almost unfair, how easily he can command their attention.

“I kiss Miss Elizabeth for a lot of reasons,” he tells them, and Beth feels her breath catch. “I kiss her because it’s fun, like Kenny said, and I kiss her because I like her, and I think she’s real pretty, and I kiss her sometimes to make her feel better, or make me feel better, and sometimes just when she’s talkin’ a lot,” and okay, Beth thinks, rolling her eyes. “And I kiss her coz she’s my girlfriend, remember?”

The kids all seem to consider this, their little faces scrunching up, and it’s Emma who asks:

“Do you kiss her when you have sex?”

“Yeah, I do,” he tells them easily, his voice soft. “Sex is somethin’ that grown ups do for all those reasons as well, and yeah, sometimes to make babies too. It’s how me and your ma made you,” he pokes Marcus gently in the belly, before glancing over at the girls. “And how your mama and your dad made you guys, but it ain’t just for that. Most important thing to remember is that sex is something special two grown ups who like each other and want to be with each other share together, and when you guys are a lot older, when you growin’ up, and you want to share that somethin’ special with a boyfriend or a girlfriend of your own, you come and talk to me and your mama about it, and we’ll help you make sure it’ll be somethin’ that’s gonna be real special, and real fun, yeah?”

The kids nod, placated, and she can tell they’re still a little curious, but at least for now the matter seems to be settled. Even more so when Rio suddenly claps his hands together, rising back up to his feet and grabbing his duffel. He yanks open the zip, pulling out a white paper bag, and says:

“Now who wants donuts?”

It’s seamless then, the utter delight that erupts on the kids faces, and Rio grins, nodding his head back towards the house, waving the bag at them.

“I’m gonna be checkin’ fingernails before you gettin’ one of these, so go clean ‘em up.”

The kids practically sprint into the house, giggling and Beth watches them go, amused if not still a little embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she says, wrinkling her nose, and Rio looks back at her, shrugs.

“Kids,” he replies simply. “You gonna have the talk with Kenny about appropriate conversations or you want me to?”

“I can,” Beth says with a sigh, although she doesn’t particularly want to. Rio just nods, takes her in, and Beth blinks, feels a heat shoot through her that really has no place right now. “Let me know if you need me to help you feel better after, yeah?”

It’s flippant, but it’s also - - god, it’s loaded, and Beth flushes, bites her lip, and Rio grins at her, waving a hand back at Annie and Ruby, adding a, “Ladies,” by way of greeting before darting back into the house, calling out to the kids, and Beth just watches him, a warmth spreading in her chest that she doesn’t really know what to do with.

“How does he do that?” Annie says behind her, and Beth reels around at where her sister is squinting after him, and Beth puts on her best groan.

“I know,” she says, playing up her resignation. “I hate it. I mean, I love it, but you know. I hate it.”

“Love it, huh?” Ruby says, and Beth blinks over at her, eyes scanning her face, and Ruby just wriggles her shoulders, sinking a little further down in her seat, taking another sip of coffee. “Just like he likes you, huh?”

And just - -

Beth flushes, squints, fumbles a little with her coffee mug.

“What are you talking about?”

And then Annie and Ruby are both laughing, and Beth rolls her eyes, shuffling up to her feet, grabbing their empty cups and telling Annie she should come with her, if she wants a demonstration on how to clean up after you eat, which only makes her sister squawk, and so what, if maybe Annie and Ruby look at her a little knowingly later too, when they catch Beth watching Rio carefully clean the powdered sugar from the donuts off the kids’ hands?

And so what if maybe Ruby just smiles at her, watching Rio set the table for lunch?

So what if she lets Rio make her feel better later, and so what if he makes her laugh, tickling her bare chest with his stubble, if he bites her breast in that way that makes her breathless, so what if it is fun, so what if she lov - -

Oh.

#beth x rio #the center and circumference #my fic #prompt fills #beth boland #rio #ruby hill #annie marks #emma boland #marcus #jane boland

[dancekickboxcardio]

I have to keep up with my own life. Has it ever been your feeling that your are not able to meet the demands of what’s going on with your situation? So far, no matter what life has presented on me I tackle them head on. It might be imposed on me and I feel helpless but over the years I am able to get a great handle. I can unleash a great reaction that somehow fate favors I the bold, the brave, the courageous. I say this because last night, I know I am not projecting like putting my issues on others, I deal with it myself, I own up my weaknesses and losses and vow to do better for circumstances like duh 🙄. I feel that it comes natural to me. But not to others. Also, sometimes you were born with great support not everyone were reared in a happy 😃 nurturing house 🏡. I think 🤔 that matters a lot. Making kids feel love ❤️ and accepted is the cornerstone of parenting and I feel that’s what made me a rhino hide. It’s not that my parents were able to provide extra. They were there for us. I remembered when I was a kid, I was bullied shocker by my group of friends. Looks 👀 like nothing changed except you, my Dad said he’d be my best friend. Cute. Yeah, others reaction is to blame others and make their probs another’s. WTFudge. Self-reliance. I am going to share a personal story of my Mom. My Mom has toughened up a little bit. She’s still sensitive as I get like that sometimes. I just outgrew being stuck to myself and be a tough soldier from my father who grew up with 10 other siblings in a military camp on solely a salary of a soldier. Yeah, it was survival and competition. You think 💭. My Mom has a different circumstances. She is the eldest of girls, the second of six. Her Mom was a housewife. She always helped her Mom with household stuff. They didn’t have a helper. The income theoretically was coming from his father who worked for the army. Guess what? He’s irresponsible to say the least. They had to go on. For that matter, my Mom always learn how to tend for herself and to make sure that what disaster she can prevent she does what she can right now. I have tears 😭 swelling up my eyes. She taught that to me and I can only guess it right with my sister too. If I am thinking 100 👣 steps ahead guess why. It might have been a coping mech for me too. But it certainly was an idea 💡 somewhere. All of these touchy touchy stuff to point out ‼️that last night I painted my nails 💅🏾 because it was bad. I told Keya about it. She said it looks like tips. Yeah, when my polish is chipped I usually take off the color completely like her nails or I redo them. I decided last night 🌃that I was going to. So I am ready. I am fortunate that I am not in this constant state of work and rush. Imagine if your system is always running and your stress 😬 hormones are always on. That is one part of the dynamics. I am thinking 💭 soldier’s PTSD like seeing something traumatic and always in a state of fear 😱. You wonder why they are at their wits end. They are going through a lot. I read Life Experience magazine and I find them so much more useful than a self-help book 📖. It’s not made of psychology. These are actually real scientific 🧪 based stuff. I mean you could come from many areas and systems but guess what the answer can be pinpointed and explained wholly in many various components. I love 💕 it. Are you sure you gave up on FNP? Say what? How about dealing the reckoning? Give others the power they feel I am hoarding for myself. They want to join the fun 🎊. Although I am really withholding, I let you guys negotiate where you actually have leverage. I get to live like this wandering soul who doesn’t have to answer for anything theoretically. What I am saying is I can do what I want. I have no schedules. I don’t answer for anything. I am free to roam around the cabin. However, I don’t see it entirely that way and I still give myself responsibility and I feel I am never really not liable. I have full control and acceptance of what I did and consequences. That is a good person. So I say.

I still have not said what I wanted to say. I am such a gab. I prepared last night and this morning I don’t want to get out of my bed 🛏. My body feels like it is in this sooooo soooo relaxed state. Actually, I made myself get up. Usually, I have this hard charging mission that makes me want to push the covers. It maybe shopping 🛍 which is the usual, reading 📖, journaling 📓 🖊, but now rarely wanting to go to the gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 . Don’t get me wrong, I am still putting in my work. But it’s less ball 🏀 busting. It’s more controlling the volatility of what it could be. I try not to meet the tensions and sometimes when it’s not tight I am like, “where is the hoopla?” Wondering why I haven’t set off. It has something I believe to do with reason. Others can act like total fools and jokers and unreasoned. But never I. What makes for a great individual.

My bronze is coming off and I have ☀️ sunspots. The reason I am prefacing with all juicy details is because I am calling it now, I am going to sit it out. I feel languid. Weird because I didn’t even work out that much last night. What’s interesting is I feel I have to adjust 🔧 my caffeine ☕️ drip. I get there and I had my fit Americano at 100p. My gawd, is the Monday no business cares feeling making me seeming as if without interest. I can feel the fall air 🌬🍃🍂🍁 and perhaps like everyone our body is adapting to the dial down of excitement in the air. I told you guys nude lipstick 💄. Apparently they want pop up and I was showing my Mom that when we were waiting for Aqua Zumba 💃🏼.

But yeah, I was falling asleep 😴 on my child’s pose as if I am one of the members who starts snoring in Surrender 🧘🏼‍♀️ . It hasn’t happened to me so far knock on wood. I can get too relaxed 😌 that I walk as if a ghost 👻. But I have never got into a situation where you have to wake me. Yesterday, I can feel the dozy doe. Yeah, siesta hour. Not usually. So something’s up. Perhaps the weather and I have to take it again on myself to be perky. You are in control of your mood states and really body systems. If you feel glum 😔 and you want to stay that way, it’s on you. It’s not that I am saying you don’t have to feel. What I am saying for some people their jobs require that they manage themselves really go and adjust rapidly. They cannot be seen less human like. Right.

Over the last three days if I was counting correctly, I have been eating 🍽 properly. I told Jessica the new trainer 👟 that I feel that my weight gain if you want to put it simplistically is because I am not feeding myself when I must. I am on a 12 hour fast and my sleeping 😴 patterns have not made it possible. My Dad was nice. He made me sausages 🍖. He got me three. I only need one. So I kept the two in the fridge and I don’t have to come in smelling 👃🏾 like grease 🍳. I haven’t been filling out work out 🏋🏼‍♀️ sheets. I think 💭 I am waiting for my binder. Again, the perfect circumstances don’t come sometimes, you just got to do what you have to. I mean I have been taught to find the right time and in working for older adults something like stretching the time. Vie, you obviously are not a worker. At any case, my focus is finding out the right stuff for me. Like I have been saying all along I want to keep the physicality. I asked my sister what are her goals. She said strength. Yeah, me too. I asked if she wants to run a marathon. With all her busyness she has a lot deal with. My desire is to be a great wild outdoors women. Nature 🌳 🐦 beacons. I want to continue being physical yet I have to heedful about it. I know many have personal trainers to help them out and they really have no encompassing schematics ✍🏾 on how to do it. I am pretty serious about it. I have to. I know that health 🥼 is important ⚠️ and I find it my duty and something I owe myself. So I let what I do best unleashed. I am bringing all that I am noticing and questions I have to Laura when I finally hone in on my final 60 Day Challenge assessment. I mean they give you all the tools 🧰 . A lot of free literature. You just have to pay attention and make it useful for yourself.

This song 🎶 elevated my mood this morning. The only red I like. I stay out from the intense color. I like Taylor Swift because her stuff are very contemporary, it’s relevant and universal and has heart ♥️. I want to see what groceries 🥦🥑🍆🍅🥬🥒🌶🌽🥕🍠🥔 🛒 I need to get. I can cook 👩🏼‍🍳 my soup 🥣 today and do my laundry 🧺 . I have no clothes. If I get to it I want to organize my room 🚪 if it’s only not overwhelming my beauty. I get to watch TV 📺. I checked my mail 📭 today. I have no ads but I saw letters of unpaid bills 📩 and from health care provider. I want to write back at how my life has improved and I gained more ways on becoming better. I know I have been adviced not to take care of my finances 🔣🔢. Yeah, but ultimately I will have to get there. I was planning on 📆 straightening them up next year. They are throwing off my timetable. But I am going to stay resolute and make it like interval 2020. Wait, you are not going to be bipolar. 😆 Right. What else are problems in my oh so perfect life? Ah, the stuff I need are 20% off and I have an extra 10% off. But I have been putting off getting other stuff and I am picking them this weekend. I can recalibrate 📏but I am not going to cave in and stick to what I had in mind. Wamesy 🐈 is always caught tangled in the cable wires and I want to get him the tunnel that I am putting off because I am being priority first selfish. I also like the pack of toys 🧸 they have. I like the springs.

I have been talking at lenght. Guess what? I have been taking many shots 📸 too. Do you guys like my eyes 👀 for arts 🖼? How I see I see the world 🌍 on focus. Vie, undistracted? LOL 😆. It catches up with you really. So you have to engage and correct it. I don’t think a lot of people can say that. Let’s be organization about yesterday. Ten points.

1. I am happy that I can adjust to a lot of time and a crunch and I can streamline my practice on the floor.

2. I am not rigid about the stuff that I do but I still hit my conceived plans. If you compare my weekly performance I am gapped where it must be. Now the best thing to do it being optimal. Like yes, you need to take a break during 60 minute cardio ❤️ and that may not be everyday but you must put in the time. The work you put in improves what they call VO2 which is helpful when you are in the mountains ⛰ climbing. Northface.

3. I put in mind that sometimes your body is not all there. Kari nicely stopped by to help me with my form in the rower 🚣🏼‍♀️ . You have to realize that other peeps might get defensive offended. But I took it as free advice. Hello 👋🏾, that’s $55 per session. She told me to use my legs 🦵🏾. Aha, nobody really taught me that. I wanted to say that I have issues with my inner knees. I let her do the talking.

4. Lane also stop 🛑 to say hi 👋🏾. I told him he messed up my serious face. He is a happy 😃 fellow. You wonder why. It must be the horses 🐎. I smiled and I think he’s enthusiasm is contagious it’s like prewired ➿. How many can say they are pretty consistent in their inner mechanisms? A lot and you envy them.

5. I had to take care of my low back and it has been on the forefront of my training. I really listen 👂🏾 to my body as Laura had expertly taught me. I pay attention when I am thirsty. I mean I try to see if my water 💦 bottle is full. But it doesn’t have to be on at all times even if that is the best practice no. I can be struggling. But I noticed in Aqua Zumba 🏊🏻‍♀️ that the area I wasn’t muscle foam rolling less was sore. I tried targeting 🎯 it yesterday even without pain but it was weird that the right side which I feel is the strained side is the one without issues. When I am doing my sitting exercises and for prolonged periods, heck yes, my back is stiff. I am working on improving that heavily injured 🤕 area like many people who fight for a better quality of life. I feel the area and I feel strength in the muscles. I am not overly excited 😊 but I am happy that I am moving in a 🔜 stronger direction.

6. Ok I have 5 more statements I can talk about. I said something about the shift in weather and how I am noticing sleepiness 🛏 when I am not tired 😓 and not really on a regular basis. It’s the cold 🥶. Yeah, but I feel that many are heedful as they must. There are so many things going on in this world 🌎 together like there is an erosion in how police 👮🏻‍♀️ are seen. But many must agree that tough on crime is necessary in the society where we live. We balance freedoms but never tolerate abuses while working for Utopia. Where am I going with this? I feel that without our conscious awareness there are controls that must be to make sure everyone is doing what is in line and really it is for our own good. But you can never stipulate how one should act specially if it’s from your limited experience and knowledge. I have found in life that those that are loud about their imposition are those that don’t have merit at all to make a judgement.

7. Four more. I found myself not being laser focused when I took away my headphones 🎧. Usually, I am. That’s why I try to do other things. Albeit sometimes I need to change my awareness of proprioception if I have to nimble and be alert in a different way. No, I am not letting things run it’s course. I am paying attention to the random thoughts, the noise in my head (metacogniton). I also like just being there and in the “silence” allowing what an everyday thing be seen. I may have that sparkle ❇️ eye 👁 for “oh, my gawd, what a still different 📷.” Notice because I have the time of the day. Just see things as if not a busy body. Yesterday to pull in myself I was doing multiplication ✖️🔢 in my head. I told BFF I need like an activity book. No not sudoku. I hate that puzzle 🧩. But I’d like a math problem text 🔣0️⃣1️⃣6️⃣5️⃣7️⃣. I need some type A let’a keep it rolling. Can you like be still and weird everyone out.

8. I don’t know 🤷🏼‍♀️ if it’s true for you but I am a pretty fast 💨 and decisive person. Yes, like any human, I am discovering for myself how I can change. That resilience. Yeah, so theoretically 🤓. But I am sure that’s how I usually approach and deal with things. There are many ways, millions ways for people to to the same thing differently. I think he’s name is Adam. I want to use the machine where his client is stretching. I could have checked my watch for my 2 minute wait period between reps to bring down my heart ❤️ rate. I didn’t instead asked him about the equipment and not wait. I sat down waiting for a minute. Did you see how I am thinking it and execution right away. Waylay.

9. I didn’t feel like listening 👂🏾 to audio first thing in the morning even if I did a lot of work. It wasn’t enough to stimulate my other brain 🧠 areas. As a result I feel like my waves are lazy and snug confortable. I wasn’t running efficiently although I did a lot. I guess other parts of your thinking cap 🧢 is more active than others. Har har, computer 💻. I did a lot of studying 📖 🗒🖊 yesterday. I have to be close to a habit to it. I guess what I am trying to point at is there are things at least for me that I must do to make sure that things run smoothly. I do things not because this is how it presented itself and how I have this single way to doing it. I can have an overall framework that this is how things are, some cannot be seen, but here are what I must and can do for me.

10. I feel bad 😔 when someone uses equipment after me and I didn’t sanitize it. A lot are very nice about it. And it might be gross to some. I am like the 🦠 germaphobe. Vaccines 💉. I can get my flu 🤒 shot over the weekend 📅 🎊 . I am not gung-ho about it. Guess what and it is debatable, it takes the time for the next member to use it. I found the mat with shoe 👠 marks and I cleaned them myself with disinfectant. I didn’t throw a fit. There is never a germless environment. Trust me. Not.

[meaniescarat97]

Jeonghan||Fluff •1/5•

Characters~

Ji-eun||Nickname~ Jadia •You•

Jeonghan||Nickname~Hannie •Your Boyfriend.•

Seo-yeon||Nickname~Aria•Your Bff•

Svt Members•Friends/Close•

Kim Jong-in||Nickname~Kai •Boy Bff•

Park Jihoon•Brother•

Your Mother.

Your Father

{ Most of the Characters call you by your nickname “Jadia” But Their will be times when they call you by your real name “Ji-eun” So try not to get confused (: }

*Swearing Included*‼️

Summary~

You and Jeonghan Have been dating for Two years now, You are from LA but moved to Korea when You was 10 Years old so you know Korean Pretty good. Last year you and your parents moved back to LA for a bit which made you sad knowing that you could hardly see Jeonghan. You felt Alone as ever this Past year and just.. needed him. You are really good friends with Seventeen and “used” to spend most of your time with them. When you find out They are coming to La for their Tour what are you going to do..? (::

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:✧

“Jadia! Get up your going to be late for work. Your not a kid anymore I shouldn’t have to be waking you up!” Your mom Screams Sending echos through the Living room up the stairway. You moan in grief and squirm in my bed. You get up and get dressed, you have been Moody ever since you moved back here, and your mom knew it as well. Whilst your brother Jihoon having the best of his life in Korea and I’m just here Lonley still living with my God parents.

You Get Dressed into something casual and brush your hair trying to make an effort on your appearance.

You walk downstairs to see Your mother cooking eggs. You sit down and take a sip of water.

“Ji-eun Hunny... I know it’s hard but it’s going to be fine.” You mom says smiling trying to make you Smile back.

“Mom it’s not fine, Isn’t it bad if you haven’t seen your boyfriend in a whole year? What if he’s moved on.. or what if he thinks I’ve moved on?” You say Questionably.

“I’m sure he doesn’t think that Yah?”

Suddenly you get a Message from your Brother Jihoon. Reading~

-“Jadia! Long time no talk Ah?”

• “Hello Jihoon”

- “Your Boyfriend is missing you😘”

• “Wait is this Jeonghan?”

- “Maybe😏”

• “Ugh Jihoon stop playing you know about my feelings..”

- “No really Jagiya It’s me Jeonghan😘”

• “Prove it.”

*Sends picture of Jeonghan*

• “Oppa it’s really you?!!”

- “Yah😇”

• “I’ve missed you so so so much! and why are you on my brother phone?”

- “I’m hanging out with him for awhile and I just couldn’t hold any longer not Talking to you”

“Eat your breakfast Jadia” Your Mom commands as she Pushes the Plate closer to your face. You sigh and quickly message him goodbye.

• “Ah Oppa I love you but I have to go now <3”

- “Bye Jagi😘”

You switch off your phone and Start to eat.

Once you are done you wash your plate up and fix your Hair before leaving for work.

~~Time skip to The cafe(Your work)~~

You are Sitting at the counter Re-Reading the Messages Jeonghan has sent to you. And looking though old photos of you too. You hear the bell ring at the door and straightened your posture... It was Kai.

“K..Kai!!!?” You Say quietly in excitement.

“What? Jadia You work here?” He asks confused.

“Yah for like a couple of months” You reply.

“How’s you and Jeonghan?” He asks in concern

“I mean we don’t see each other anymore but we are still Together..” You smile

“Also why are you in La?!” You ask another question.

“My Cousin lives near by, I needed to come visit her for awhile” He answers.

“That’s Cute, now what do you want?” You ask.

“Coffee and one of them muffins” He says pointing to the Double Choc muffin.

He pays you and you Start making his drink.

You bring over the muffin and Coffee over to his table.

“Once your shifts done want to Stay here a little and catch up?” He asks.

“Sure why not” You smile and bow going back to the desk.

Time skip~

It is 8pm and nearly dark outside, You are about to walk out of the cafe and say goodbye to your manager. You walk out shutting the door behind you when you get stopped, by Kai.

“I thought you said we could catch up after you shift ah?” He asks.

“Oh yeah I forgot.. I’m tired but I guess we could get a coffee my manager doesn’t mind.” You reply.

You walk back in and make you and Kai a coffee and grab some biscuits from the Back. You sit opposite him and talk about life really...

“So how’s your sister, Jennie?” You ask.

“I guess she’s alright, I haven’t seen her in ages though tbh”

“Ah.. you know Kai... what I don’t get” you say.

He tilts his head abit worried.

“What?” He says boldly.

“ how can you, a kpop idol, someone who is on a way higher level them me, be my Bestfriend? I don’t get it, I’m just a normal boring girl.” You say looking deep into his eyes.

He pitches your cheeks.

“Haha Jagiya, You are special, not just a boring “normal” girl” He says smiling.

“Hey! Only Jeonghan can call em Jagiya!” You say angrily.

“Haha I’m joking Jadia” He says rolling his eyes slightly.

The night ends with Kai Walking you home and you say goodbye. You walk inside with all the lights off and everyone asleep. You go to bed, another sleepless night thinking about Jeonghan....

A week later~

It was Saturday.

“Ah no Work”

You say snuggling into your pillow, wishing it was Jeonghans Chest...

You ended up falling asleep again for another like... 25 minutes.

“Yah Ji-eun, you better get down here right now!” You mother groans.

“Every morning.. why can’t I just overlsleep for one morning” You say Moaning into your pillow.

“coming!” You say loudly.

“Jadia keep it down” your dad shouts from afar.

“What the fuck” you whisper to yourself putting on your dressing gown.

You walk downstairs And sit on the couch.

“Jadia, Jihoon is on the line waiting” She groans.

You shake your head

“Jihoon?” You completely forgot about your brother thinking it was Lee Jihoon.

“Jihoon!!!!” You shoot up almost jumping into the chandelier hanging from above.

Your mom gives you a “What the actual fuck” face.

“Yes Jihoon, your brother?” She says tilting her head abit confused why your suddenly so happy to talk to your “brother”, handing over the phone.

You groan in embarrassment.

~“Hey Jihoon.”

• “Wassup Jadia?”

~ “Nothing really, Mainly Depressed”

• “Yah is it because of Jeonghan?”

~ “I guess it is”

............ Too be Continued............