Kenia

[keniahunte]

elliot-kc‌:

Elliot was far too nice. He could hear his husband saying it just the way he always had. But not everything needed to change, right? Elliot was ready to help her find the “perfect” box of noodles. Whatever the standard may be. 

“Call her a ‘whole ass teenager’ again and I’ll break every one of these boxes,” he teased. The joking tone not there as much as he wanted it to be but, boy, talk about parenting panic. Thinking about his daughter as a teenager was enough to have Elliot curl up in the corner and cry. Grabbing two boxes at once, he passed them down for her to inspect. 

“That’s a big offer and you don’t have to. I’m kind of used to it and really, I only got one arm to use but it’s far better than listening to her whine about everything she thinks she needs. And I’m not great at saying no.” 

She watched, eyes wide as he started to grab the boxes. When he joked about breaking them, she stared up at him a little startled. She had yet to really adjust to Americans’ sense of humor. Chuckling nervously, she simply took both boxes and placed them gingerly in her cart. Beggars can’t be choosers after all. 

“You sure? Doesn’t that get tiring?” She said looking at the child imaging that she probably got heavy in his arms after only a few minutes. “Oh yeah.. that’s a dad daughter thing I think... dads really struggle to say no to their girl.” She thought about how it was in Barbados and her mom would have made her walk the entire time and if she complained she’d get in trouble. “What if you need something down low, big man?”

[keniahunte]

elliot-kc‌:

The day had been longer. Longer than most felt and there was so much to still accomplish. The day didn’t show on Elliot as much as it showed in the sleeping child he held in his arms. At seven-years-old, she was too old to be carted around like this but Elliot was a pushover and claimed this was the singular perk to being tall; holding his child long after the “appropriate” age. 

Elliot had seen the woman struggling from down the aisle and, truth be told, had they not needed the all-important cups of mac and cheese on the aisle, he would have walked away. Carrying his daughter was a perk. This? It was the burden of being six and a half feet tall. “Language,” he teased, drawing attention to the child before swooping in and grabbing the box of shells with ease. “I can’t have her learning shit like that.” 

Kenia was reeling back to throw the rice one last time when she heard someon chide her for her language. Turning to talk back she realized the man was holding a child. “Oh shit.. sorry....” She paused realizing she cursed again “Fuck! I mean.. agh.... my bad baby” He coaxed a small laugh out of her when he cursed himself. “Thank you.” She said as she carefully lifted the box from his hand, inspecting what she could through the clear panel of the box. “Oh.. uh... actually.. could you grab me a different one?”

Her green eyes looked up at the giant pleadingly. “A lot of these are broken and I need like.. whole shells.” She said softly. She really wasn’t trying to be a pain in the ass. “You want some help with your stuff? Grocery shopping can’t be easy carrying a whole ass teenager.” She teased with a giggle.

[keniahunte]

@bostonstarters​

Kenia was just trying to get her groceries for the week, but she always seemed to hit a snag at the store. Whether they didn’t have the ingredient she needed, or there was someone walking devastatingly slow and taking up the entire aisle, she always left the store annoyed. Right now, she was in the pasta aisle, repeatedly tossing a package of rice up at the top shelf, trying to knock down a box of the giant shells she couldn’t reach. “Mother... fucking...” She whispered as she threw the rice up again. “UGH!” She groaned in frustration. 

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kennedygmez‌:

@bostonstarters​

Kennedy smiled when she heard the bell ding to signal that a new patron had entered the bar. Placing the glass she’d been cleaning down and the rag over her shoulder, the bar owner moved towards the person in question. “What can I get you?” She asked, sliding over a coaster with a menu of specials. It was a new addition to the bar in the hope of bringing in a little more revenue. “I can make you almost anything, except one of those fancy drinks. Doesn’t mean I still can’t make you a simple sweet drink if that’s your thing, though.”

Kenia had already had a rough night. She had met someone from Tinder at a different bar but quickly excused herself when he start asking questions she felt too invasive. She had made her way to a different bar, just to be safe. Leaning one arm on the bar she sighed. “Yes... please.” She said with pleading eyes. “Just something strong. Whatever you got.”

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mxlamente‌:

        knock. knock. knock. jessica hated doorbells, they were too abrupt and she rather ease her intrusion than throw people off guard. with the cake slice in front of her, she was practically bouncing on her heels waiting for them to answer the door. she beamed - grateful that they answered. “i made gluten-free carrot cake and i desperately need a second opinion, please?” while jessica loved to bake, she truly loved making something and having others enjoy her creations. there wasn’t a week that went by where jessica wasn’t dropping off baked goods to her many neighbors. @bostonstarters​

Kenia had just gotten out of the shower when he heard a knock on her door. “what the fuck?” She said checking the clock on her wall. She knew literally nobody, who would possibly be at her door. Kenia threw a towel around herself and walked to the door, hair still dripping. Opening the door just a peek, she saw a girl outside. “Can I help you?” She asked, clearly confused. When she was presented with cake, Kenia’s face scrunched up. “Your mama never taught you to not take food from strangers did she?” 

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smhlua‌:

@bostonstarters     

            caffeine. that’s what luana was in need of after that tiring day of meetings and prepping for court. so she made her way to her favorite coffee shop to order her usual– black, no cream. not being able to resist the look of a red velvet cake, she bought it too, thanking the barista and wishing them a good rest of the day. as she turned around, cup in one hand, cake in the other, she slightly bumped into a figure that had been standing behind her– shit, were they wearing white??

            “ oh!! i’m so so sorry. ” cursing under her breath, she quickly scanned the other person’s state, visibly sighing in relief after confirming that she didn’t drop anything on them. looking up to meet the other’s gaze, she knew she’d blushed in embarrassment. “ shirt’s good as new– can i buy your drink to make up for the scare? ”

Kenia had a long break between clients at the salon, so she went to get a small lunch and a cup of coffee. She was checking her texts, having a few of her friends from back home blowing up her messages. Kenia always knew what she wanted in any cafe, so she didn’t bother to stare up at the menu like everyone else. When she felt someone hit her, she quickly looked up to see the other woman. 

“No worries baby.” She said with a soft smile. Now, Kenia almost always accepted free things from men, but she wasn’t about to take anything from another woman. She might just be having an off day. “Nah it’s fine! Don’t worry about it, just a bump.” She said sweetly. “You wanna sit with me though so I don’t have to sit with that dude?” She pointed to a sketchy looking guy in the corner. 

[unrequitedsilences]