listening to my fav songs n making cute little pink valentine's gifts for my besties this is what life is rlly about 😙💗👭🎀

ayo feel like doing a gorou confession fic for me? pretty please with sprinkles on top (you know that fucking tiktok)

Ofc Pizzato anything for u my dear 🥰

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1,969

You heard a couple friendly knocks on your office door, eyes glancing to the clock to see it was a little past noon and you knew exactly who it was. “Come in,” you chime, putting down your pen and stretching upwards with a smile.

“Helloooooo!” You hear as the door swung open, Kazuha flaunting an envelope between his fingers. “Letter time!”

You sweep to your feet and give him grabby hands. “Give it to me!” He chuckles and places the thin paper into your hands. “Tell me who it is already,” you giggle as you rip it open and slide the letter out.

“No,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I keep my promises.”

You quirk and eyebrow before you fold open the letter. “Even if I bribe you with dango?”

Kazuha smiles. “Even if you bribe me with dango.”

You grunt and groan but it quickly stops when you unfold the letter, reading the contents.

Good afternoon, cupcake, it starts. You blush at the pet name. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I’ve just won the office lottery! I’m going to ask for more snacks in the break room. That way, everyone benefits too! Specifically though, I want more sakura mochi! The ones you made for us were delicious. Share your recipe? :3

I adore you, your secret admirer.

You squeeze the letter to your chest and squeal, your face warm from blushing and your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh, Kazuha, whoever this person is, I really wish they’d come up and confess!”

Kazuha tuts and wiggles his finger. “But then the mystery wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Screw mystery!” You squealed, gazing down at the illegible and scratchy handwriting, the mysterious stains and fur all over the page. “I’m ready to hear these words in person.”

Just then there was a knock on your door and a quick turn of the knob, one of the top brass leaning against your door frame. “Good morning, Chatty Cathy’s,” sang a familiar voice and ear twitches.

You wave while Kazuha bows, hiding the letter behind your back. “Good morning, General Gorou.”

The tail behind his back wagged discreetly as the two men share a knowing glance. “Kazuha,” the general clears his throat. “May I speak with you?”

The samurai nods his head and gives you a little wave as he walks out the door. “Bye boys!” You sing, tucking the letter back into the envelope and putting it away.

The next day, as routine, a little past noon you heard three friendly knocks on your door. You excitedly put your pen down, closing your ledger and standing out of your chair and onto your feet. “Kazuha,” you grinned. “Come in!”

He pushed the door open with his back, lugging a big box with some plastic sticking out from the top. “I’m just a mule to you guys aren’t I?” He groaned, lifting the box up and onto your desk. “This is ridiculous.”

You stood on your tippy toes to try and peek inside the box without being obnoxious. “What is it?” You hum, getting more and more restless.

“Your letter, what else?” He kind of snapped, letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. “I wish he’d confess too. That way I don’t have to carry these things.”

You pulled back the top of the box that was just out of your reach. “Here,” pushing your hands away, Kazuha tore the box apart to expose a giant basket full of goodies and flowers. “The letter.”

Kazuha snapped the taped-on letter from the plastic and handed it to you. Wasting no time at all, you rip the envelope open and unfold the letter.

Dearest [Y/N], you’ve pierced my heart like an arrow through a target and I simply cannot get you off my mind. I heard from the grapevine that you wish for my confession. …Maybe I shall do so in the near future? It’s not that I do not want to be yours, but rather that you make me quite nervous. Still, we see each other for terribly brief moments but these moments are the most precious to me. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to finally tell you how I feel. In the meantime, please accept these treats and toys imported from across the globe. My favorite are the dog-shaped biscuits.

Your shy admirer.

Looking up from the letter you find Kazuha stuffing his face with some chocolatey cookies from within a tin box labeled ‘Fontaine.’ “Are those good?” You ask, reaching in and stealing one.

“Mhm,” Kazuha hums, taking a bite out of the one in his hand. “I’ve never had Fontaine chocolate. I guess the rumors about being the best were true.”

You melt under the sweet taste and crunchy texture, thinking that if your crush’s letters had a taste, it would be like this. “This is so nice,” you sigh, eyes sparkling as they gaze upon the basket. “Do you think he’s going to confess to me?”

Kazuha stares out the windows of your office that peer into the rest of the building, watching a certain general spill water on himself and the resistance leader. He takes another bite of a cookie. “Maybe.”

You squeal in delight and spin around in joy. “My heart’s beating so fast! I hope he does it soon or I’ll explode!”

Kazuha chuckles and playfully shoves you aside. “If you explode, I’m eating all of your snacks.”

“No! They’re mine!”

Weeks— almost a month— go by with no further letters. Kazuha stopped coming by, whether at noon or otherwise. The only knocks you got were visits from Kokomi about the budget or from other soldiers carrying reports and receipts from spending. Your heart ached at the sudden lack of contact, wondering if you had done or said something wrong.

Maybe your eagerness was intimidating and this mystery man just wanted someone to flirt with without commitment. Maybe he got bored of you. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Regardless, you wanted to try and spark it back up in case you’ve stepped on some toes without realizing. That night when you got home, you tossed the ingredients for sakura mochi into a bowl and got to mixing.

The office ate everything you brought before lunchtime rolled around. With such great success, you had confidence that he’d reach out to you tomorrow, if not today.

But alas you were left in silence once more, leaving your heart to crumble and ache. You were quick to recover, considering you never met the guy— let alone knew his name. But you had no time to be worrying anyway, because in a couple of days one of the squads were returning from the front lines and you needed to factor in medical costs. Apparently they took a hard hit when Sara Kujou showed up with her samurai. Kokomi was depending on you, and you didn’t want to let her down.

You spend these few days really crunching the numbers, making sure that every wounded soldier would get the basic medical necessities with some left over for any miscalculations. With every i dotted and every t crossed, you stuffed your report into a fancy envelope and handed it to Kokomi. “Thank you [Y/N] for your hard work under such a sudden timetable.” She thanked, tucking the envelope under her arm. “The team should be arriving tomorrow, so I will be submitting this for review immediately.”

You bow respectfully and offer your thanks for praise. “It’s no problem at all, Her Excellency. I was given ample time to prepare the balance sheet.” You begin to turn when you’re stopped once again by her.

“Before you go,” she smiles softly. “Would you mind helping out at the infirmary? We’re short handed right now with the sudden intake of Delusions.”

“Of course, Her Excellency. I will be there whenever you need me.”

You weren’t specialized in medics but you had helped around often enough to know the basics. And anyone could become a master at immediate medical attention after doing it so many times.

The flood of gurneys was a little disheartening to see, but you were still thankful for all that they do for the greater of the country. It must be scary being at the front lines, but everyone knew what they were signing up for.

You catch sight of Genera Gorou and Lord Kazuha chatting with Lady Kokomi before you were assigned to a batch of wounded soldiers, feeling a little bad for harboring ill feelings toward the young lord for disappearing. ‘You could’ve at least told me that you were leaving,’ you thought as you rinsed the injured area.

“I can take over from here,” the head medic stepped in, slipping on a new pair of gloves before getting a closer look at the soldier before you. With most of everyone patched up and recovering, the medic team was able to take control of the infirmary once again.

You wash your hands and check the clock. A little past noon. It’s funny how at this time you would’ve waited with bated breath for a couple of knocks. But not anymore.

You step out of the infirmary and find Kazuha and General Gorou sitting outside on the benches there. “Oh, hi boys,” you say surprised.

Kazuha grabs and shakes your hand. “Thank you for helping out our soldiers,” he says seriously.

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal,” you mutter. “I do this all the time.”

A calloused hand pushes Kazuha’s away and shakes your hand firmer, harder. “No, [Y/N],” Gorou says with a sort of oomph behind his words. “These are my men…my family. They would be suffering if not for your help.”

You look to the side uncomfortably, a little put-off by the tension in the air. “And that’s why—!” Gorou continues, suddenly eight decibels louder. You hold eye contact with the general, his face darkening into a deep red flush, his eyes glassy and ears twitching. He squeezed your hand harder and shut his eyes. “M-My C-C-Cupcake!!! P-Please let m-me take you on a date!!!!”

Kazuha winced at the loudness of his friend, covering one of his ears but still smiling nonetheless. The people walking by stared and mumbled, but it didn’t matter as you felt your heart pound against your chest. You felt your eyes well with tears as now your face flushed red, the general cautiously opening his eyes to see your trembling lips and pathetic pout. “A-Ah! [Y/N], don’t cry!!”

You tug on his hand hard, pulling the man into your arms and squeezing him tight. You sobbed into his chest, hearing and feeling how frantic his heart was beating as well. “You idiot!” You shout into his battle-worn chest. “Don’t disappear without telling me…”

Gorou caressed the back of your head and chewed on his lip, his tail drooping with guilt but twitching with excitement for being in your arms. “Did I…scare you?” He whispered tentatively, choosing his words carefully.

You pull away and wipe your eyes, Gorou watching you closely and holding tightly onto your waist. “I thought you got tired of me…because I stopped hearing from you.” Gorou frowned and cupped your face, thumbing your cheeks gently. “I even made sakura mochi and I didn’t—”

“You made sakura mochi??!??!!! Is there any left?!?” Gorou’s jaw dropped. He let you go to turn and run to the break room, halting before running back to embrace you once more. “Heh, uh…” he chuckled nervously. “I’d actually…rather hold you like this…”

You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your cheeks, flushing your body against his chest. “That’s okay,” you giggle. “There aren’t any left.”

You had no idea that his ears could flatten sadly like that.

Never-Ending Encore, ch3

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Chapter Summary: Everyone has opinions, Eden is Lonely™, and grocery shopping late at night is the best way to fight off a panic attack in Gotham City. Nothing bad could possibly happen. Nothing at all.

Warning: anxiety/panic attacks, canon-typical violence (attempted assault), nonchalance towards death/dying, swearing, blood

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Chapter 3:

Eden was an actress in a big city, not a baker on a farm. But she grew up in a bakery on a farm, and over the years she'd amassed a long laundry list of things to do on said farm that helped ease her nerves. She'd always loved that simple things like taking long walks, racing horses, bucking hay, cleaning stalls, shooting targets, blasting music, and putting in extra time at the bakery were enough to clear her head and calm her racing mind. But in Gotham, those simple things were incredibly hard to come by.

There were no fields or woods to walk through near her apartment. No horses to ride or bales of hay to chuck. No stalls or animals to tend to. There must've been a shooting range or two somewhere in the city, but she didn’t have the time, nor money, to go to one every time she felt frazzled. All she had here was music and baking, and even then she had to compromise.

With thin walls surrounding her, she couldn't belt her heart out or freely crank music high enough to shake her bones. She had neighbors to consider! (Even if they rarely seemed to consider her.) And baking only calmed her down when she could really get lost in the process. That was easy when you could, say, whip up ten loaves of bread for tomorrow's hungry customers. But Eden was only one person. She couldn't eat more than a single loaf of bread or helping of muffins or whathaveyou in a week without making herself sick, and only making one batch of something was rarely enough to settle her down. 

She needed to figure out something to do in this city. And quick. Because otherwise, she was going to drown.

Ever since finding that note from Red Hood, Eden had been bubbling with the urge to tell someone about their encounter. She almost called home to tell Kit or one of the boys. Almost. But that would’ve meant telling them where she was, explaining how she got there, and admitting what had happened in the days before she left. She wasn’t ready for that talk yet. She was especially not ready for Mama to know anything. Granted, she probably already knew more than Eden wanted her to, but talking to someone else back home would only guarantee it.

Eden couldn't risk that. So she settled on telling her coworkers instead.

The morning after the whole fiasco, Eden waited for their first break to tell her tale. She got about two sentences in when—

“Hold up,” one of the girls, GG, said suddenly. “You met the Red Hood last night?”

Eden nodded. “Yeah, outside my apartment,” she said again. It sounded better than saying on her fire escape.

“Whoa. You’re lucky to be alive!”

“I... What?”

“Don’t be an idiot, G,” one of the guys, Aaron, said. “Everyone knows Red Hood stopped killing people ages ago.”

“You seriously believe that?” she scoffed. “The guy was a mob boss. Decapitating gang lords and collecting their heads.”

“What?” Eden yelped, glancing frantically between the two of them. 

GG ignored her. “You really think he just, what, gave all that up? Give me a break.” 

“He works with Batman,” Aaron said rolling his eyes. “He’s one of the good guys.”

“If he was really a ‘good guy’,” she said making air-quotes, “he wouldn’t be shooting people up every night.”

"He’s not killing anybody," he pshawed, flicking his wrist to shoo the notion away. “Honestly, I wish he was killing people still. Gotham was so much safer then."

GG shook her head at him, clearly annoyed. Eden blinked at them, mouth open wide with questions on her tongue, but the director called for everyone to wrap it up. GG grumbled something at Aaron as they walked back to the stage area, and he glared at her, but rehearsal continued without any more talk of Red Hood.

Eden probably should’ve gotten the hint there, that maybe she should keep the night's events to herself, but she couldn’t help herself. Now she really wanted to tell someone about what had happened. It was ridiculous enough before, but hearing the vigilante she'd given cookies to – who'd helped her through a panic attack – was actually an ex-killer? A former mob boss who collected people’s heads? It was a whole new level of bizarre! She could barely wrap her head around it!

The whole thing fogged her mind for the rest of the day. When everyone was finally dismissed, she nearly exploded as she and a few others left for the subway station.

"I met Red Hood last night!" she announced.

"Ooo, lucky!" one of the leads said. "He's so cool!"

"Yeah, he—" 

"He's not cool, Marsha," another lead, Veronica, interrupted to chide her friend. "He's a killer."

"Was a killer," one of the guys said. "He's a good guy now. He doesn't do that anymore."

"Yeah, he does," someone else argued. "Just not in Gotham."

"That's not true."

"Is too! And he's a total badass for it!"

They went into a detailed retelling of one of Red Hood's 'badass' exploits, complete with sound effects for the guns and explosions. One of the guys told a different story, painting the things Red Hood did as inexcusable and unforgivable. Someone else mentioned their younger sister getting a Red Hood toy from a fast food joint not too long ago. Veronica called that despicable and said it sent kids the wrong message; someone else said she was being too judgemental.

Eden listened quietly to them all, captivated by the native Gothamites' nonchalance as they went back and forth on the violent, graphic things Red Hood had done and how they each felt about it. Eventually, one of the girls, Marsha, scoffed and began explaining in detail all the good that had come from the vigilante's not-so-good deeds. The conversation got more intense as the group started to debate more seriously on whether or not Red Hood's actions were truly justifiable. A few passersby even added their two cents while the group was waiting to cross the street. It nearly turned into a full-on brawl when they started arguing if he was, could be, or ever should be considered a hero after all he'd done.

Eden could only stand there, flabbergasted by it all. Somehow she felt even more like a fish out of water than the day she'd first arrived in Gotham. Which, considering she'd stepped off that bus with only half a plan, a backpack full of belongings, and the duffel bag filled with Frank's cash, was saying a lot.

She watched them argue as long as she could — until she absolutely had to leave to catch her train. The group showed no signs of stopping.

“Are you a good guy or a bad guy?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

Talk about an understatement! Red Hood must've known how contested he was. Everyone in Gotham seemed to have a strong opinion regarding him and that... that was bad. Continuing to bring him up was bound to get Eden into some kind of trouble sooner or later. More trouble. That was the last thing she needed right now. As disappointing as it was, she knew she had to drop the whole thing and just keep it to herself...

But it was such a ridiculous experience! She'd met a vigilante – an apparently very dangerous vigilante – randomly on her fire escape. He helped her fight off a panic attack! She made him laugh— laugh! She made Gotham's big, scary, shoot-y vigilante laugh! And she gave him cookies! And he liked them enough to write her a damn note! And he was an ex-MOB BOSS! It was impossible! It was hysterical! And it— it—

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter. She couldn't risk getting into any sort of hot water here. Maybe if she actually had someone to talk to in this city, somebody she could trust, it would be different. But she didn't have anybody like that. So it didn't matter. She was alone and had nobody; the story would die with her and that was that.

A dismal ache punctured her chest. Eden was alone. She... hadn't realized how true it was until just now. She had nobody in this city. Nobody to talk to, no one to confide in... Not even with something as small and ridiculous as what had happened with Red Hood... 

For the first time in her life, Eden was truly and completely alone.

The glowing, blissful solitude she’d reveled in for months was gone. Painful, heart-wrenching loneliness swallowed it whole. She had nobody. She had nobody. And it was all her fault.

For over a week, the tiny notebook she’d stored everyone's numbers in taunted her. Every night she sat at her small kitchen table flipping through its pages. She debated over whether or not to save them into her new phone or, heaven forbid, call one of them. Until, finally, it was too much.

She would throw the notebook, and her phone, into the depths of her closet to stop the temptation. She would drown out her thoughts with painfully loud music. She would throw herself onto her mattress on the floor and scream into a pillow in an attempt to get everything out. Then, when she was too exhausted to do anything else, she would drift into a restless, dreamless sleep.

The next night, she would do the same thing over again. And again. It was an awful, vicious cycle — much like her encores.

Tonight looked like it would be no different. Sitting again at her small, scruffy kitchen table, Eden bounced her knee and stared at the notebook. In her hands, she fumbled with the phone she’d bought with Frank’s money.

She debated, yet again, on whether or not to sabotage everything. Was giving everything up worth not feeling so damn lonely anymore? Was she so desperate to just talk to somebody she'd risk telling her family about everything she'd done before she was ready? Would she ever be ready? What if she wasn't? What then? Would she have to feel this way forever?

Eden stood abruptly, her chair legs scraping across the floor. She started pacing.

Her apartment was small. A single room shaped like an awkward U. One small room that wasn't even half the size of the barn. One small, damned room with no woods, no creek, no nothing out back to walk through. No fields, no pastures, no space to breathe in. Just a single, small, damned room.

Eden's hands shook as her headphones blared. There were no horses in Gotham. No animals at all. No hay, no stalls, no targets. No creek, no woods, no family. No friends. No nothing. No one. Just Eden.

Eden. All alone.

The thin walls around her got smaller and smaller until, finally, she could take it no more. Eden ripped off her headphones and threw them at her bed. She carelessly stuffed her wallet, keys, and a can of mace into her coat pockets as she hurried out the door. She left her phone on the table. Bringing it with her wasn’t a good idea right now. She couldn't trust herself; there were too many numbers she knew by heart.

She marched loudly down the dark streets, channeling her wild, palpable energy into something that could resemble rage. It was a long trek to the store but thankfully there weren’t many people out. Those who were took one look at Eden charging down the sidewalk – looking like a demon on a warpath – and quickly turned their heads. She was grateful.

The old man working the checkout didn’t make any small talk when she walked in – people here rarely made small talk – but he quirked a thick brow in her direction. He quirked it again when she only set down eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, and yeast in front of him.

“Stress baking,” Eden told him.

He looked from her to the poorly lit streets beyond the store's barred windows. Then the old man nodded slowly like maybe she was crazy. Which was fair.

This was Gotham. It was nighttime. And she definitely felt crazy.

“Good luck,” he murmured, handing her her bags.

“Thank you.”

The walk back was harder. Worse, because her hands were full; no matter how angry she acted, she was still clearly vulnerable. That made everything feel darker and colder than it had before.

Even fewer people were out now, but Eden was easy prey. Some men took advantage and catcalled her as she passed. A few even followed her down a handful of streets, heckling and laughing while she reprimanded herself. 

Why couldn't she have just gone through with her usual routine? It was unsatisfying, yes, but safe. Why hadn’t she just gone to the store tomorrow? She could've broken the cycle then, when it was safe to go out. Not now. Not right now. What in the world made her think leaving her apartment right now – in Gotham City, at night, in this neighborhood – was not only a good idea, but her only sane one? Had she been possessed?

Eden's heart pounded fiercely in her chest. Her vision tunneled. The sidewalk stretched further and further into the night, never letting her closer to home no matter how fast she walked.

“Excuse me!” she chirped as she nearly ran into someone turning the corner. A pair of men looked down at her, surprised.

Eden ducked her head and scurried away, grimacing. Nobody in Gotham excuses themselves like that. Nobody in this neighborhood excuses themselves at all. It was a rookie mistake.

“Hey, wait a minute!” one of them called after her. “You ain’t from around here, are you?”

“You lost, pretty girl?” the other crooned, sounding closer. “Need some help finding your way?”

“No, I—” Eden snapped her mouth shut and moved faster.

Don’t talk back, she told herself firmly. Don’t engage with them. And whatever you do, do not be Louanne Smith’s daughter. Or Frank’s. Definitely don’t be Frank’s. You’ll only get yourself—

“Here, beautiful. Lemme help you with that.”

“Fuck off!” Eden shrieked, jerking away from the man and firmly planting her feet on the ground. The burly men shared an eager grin as they moved closer.

Well. At least she’d tried not being her parents' daughter.

“Boys,” she said slowly.“I appreciate the offer. Really. I'm downright flattered." Her voice dripped with an eerie mixture of danger and hospitality — something she’d picked up from her mother. "But I'm not interested. So why don't y'all skedaddle on home, hm?"

The bald one furrowed his brows.

The other scoffed. “It's too bad you feel that way, sweetheart.” He pulled out a knife. “Cuz we ain’t offering.”

His friend started to chuckle, leering at Eden like she was their next meal. She just stared at the knife, looking bored.

She stood as tall and proud as Frank had taught her but tried to treat the situation as her mother might — like the knife and their ogling and their heavy builds meant nothing to her. Acting as if her body was a far more potent weapon than anyone could fully comprehend. But that's all it was. An act. On the inside, her heart was racing faster than lightning. 

Where was her mace? Somewhere deep in the crevasses of her coat pockets? Had to be. Was it too late to start digging for it? Probably. Scrambling for it would just make her more vulnerable than she already was.

She cursed silently as she tossed her bags aside, careful not to disturb the eggs too much. Had she ever successfully wrestled a knife out of somebody’s grasp? Yes. Without getting stabbed first? Maybe, but it certainly wasn’t her strong suit. None of this was. That’s why she did do stuff like this. She only got herself killed trying. At least it was a knife this time and not a gun.

Her mind, already in a frenzy, jumped back to that fight with Chris Henriksen. Her shoes skidding against the gravel of the diner’s parking lot as he tried to swing her off him. His finger on the trigger while she tried to twist the gun out of his grip. The gun firing, him shrieking in pain. His hand free, aiming at her.

A ring of shots. Sudden, ripping pain.

Her, against the gravel. Him, standing over her. The gun, cocked. Him—

“Fuck off!” she screeched again, louder this time. “I’m warning you, shitbags! I’m not afraid of you or your stupid fucking knife!”

The one with the knife grabbed her by the shirt. He pressed the blade into her neck. “You shut that filthy mouth of yours, you dirty fucking bitch," he growled. "Or I'll give you something to be afraid of."

Eden stared him down. She glared at the other man, thinking. Could she win this fight? Two big, burly men against little ol' her? Maybe. Could she end it quickly though? Definitely. But it would cost her.

The man's eyes traveled downward. He licked his lips and Eden scowled.

Fuck it. She wasn't playing this game.

Eden lurched into action, grabbing for the knife — trying to bring it closer to her neck.

“Hey, you fucking psych—" Eden slammed her knee into him, cutting him off. He doubled over as she tried to steal the knife from his hold. The second man grabbed her like a vice, nearly crushing her arm as he yanked her away from his friend.

Eden kicked and screamed and thrashed against him. She smashed the back of her skull against his nose. He swore loudly as he dropped her, clutching his face. She grabbed his arm and yanked him by the shoulder, swinging him over her like a huge sack of potatoes. His back hit the sidewalk and he let out a loud, satisfying, "Oof!"

The first man grabbed Eden again and flung her into the wall beside them. She turned just in time to see the knife sailing down toward her. 

It wouldn’t kill her. She knew that. A single stab wound rarely killed a person. She'd been stabbed enough times to know that. It would take a few more swings.

Her death tonight would be long and painful.

She shut her eyes tight, wishing it could already be over. An encore was better than the alternative but... the pain was her least favorite part. 

She wondered if anyone on this street would bother calling the police. Hopefully, they wouldn’t. She didn't want to deal with that. She didn't know how to deal with that. Not without her family there to help her out. 

More importantly, would anyone try to steal her groceries? Hopefully, not. That would be the real tragedy of the night. Maybe her dead body would deter thieves. Or at least make them—

BANG!

Eden shrieked and the man in front of her howled.

She opened her eyes. The man staggered away from her, clutching his bloody, bleeding hand to his chest. Eden pressed herself further against the wall and slid down, trying to make herself as small as possible. His blood-drenched knife lay a few feet away. She grabbed it and held it tightly; the palm of her left hand wet and burning.

The man looked up – high, up toward the sky – and paled. Fear overtook his features and he turned, screaming bloody murder as he ran. His partner was already halfway down the street, swearing frantically.

A gun went off again, twice. Eden flinched at the sound.

Her attackers kissed the concrete as they fell. Once they hit the cold hard ground, they didn’t move. She didn’t move either. If they were already dead there was nothing she could do for them anyway. And even if they weren’t, she was more than happy to let them bleed out on the silent, empty street.

Eden inhaled deeply, trying to calm her shaken nerves, but couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart thundered in her chest as something wet dribbled down her shirt, down her fingertips. The world swayed and her body slunk over, falling completely against the building.

Was she still going to die? That didn’t seem fair.

Then again, the universe didn’t care what people thought was fair. It had its own rules; the number one being that it did what it wanted.

Eden stared at her groceries, unable to focus on anything else. She silently begged the universe to leave them alone. If she had to die right now, going to the store again was uncalled for. The universe would just be kicking her while she was down. If it could just give her this one, little, tiny sliver of kindness, she would be happy. She didn't need anything else. Just let her die and her groceries stay by her side. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Hey,” a sudden voice said at her side. “You okay?”

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Chapter 4

Mocha Choco Latte: A KiriBaku fanfic

My first MHA fic, and it’s going to be a multi-chapter KiriBaku one! A special thank you to my lovely wives @wingsonghalo and @ittybittytoostormy, and my dear friend @musics-lifes-record. This insanity wouldn't have been possible without your constant encouragement. A special thank you to Wing for helping me with edits <3 I love you lots, babe Title: Mocha Choco Latte Pairing: Kirishima/Bakugou (with background Izuku/Ochacco) Rating: T, mostly for language  Wordcount for chatper 1: 3,039 Summary: Katsuki hadn't anticipated spending his senior year of University working at a cafe, but who was he to complain when it paid the bills? Besides, what could be the worst thing that could happen? Also available on: AO3

Chapter 1: Caramel Mocha Frappuccino 

If there was one thing that Bakugou Katsuki despised, it was people. Specifically, idiotic people. Like the ones who came in with a stupidly complex order that he had to repeat back twice to make sure he got each and every instruction right. Or the ones who would watch him make their drink, and the moment he would finish it, they would mention that they needed a milk alternative because god forbid they say something when ordering, or when they saw him grab the container of milk. And don’t even get him started on having to take their food orders; that was a new level of idiocy he hadn’t believed could be possible. Whoever said the customer is always right should be kicked in the face. He swore that this cafe was a beacon for idiots, and here he was, front and center, having to cater to their every whim.

“Kacchan, you’re scaring the customers again,” Midoriya Izuku commented as he approached the register to clock in.

“Can it, nerd. It’s not my fault that some people can’t get their order right the first time they order it,” he grouched, throwing a glare at the woman at the end of the counter who was typing away at her phone, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for him to give her her drink.

“Still, you can try to be nicer to the customers. You are the cashier, after all.”

“And whose fault is that? I was perfectly happy being the cook until you fumbled because you were geeking out and spilled hot coffee all over the CEO of Nighteye Records.”

“Oh come on. I’ve apologized for that enough. You know I didn’t mean to! I just can’t help getting excited when I meet celebrities,” he complained as he shrugged on his apron.

“You’re lucky he didn’t try to get you fired, dumbass,” he scoffed, eyes rolling. He grabbed the cup from the steamer, the extra hot almond milk frothing, and quickly poured it into the to-go cup, mixing it in with the mocha syrup and the three decaf espresso shots, before popping a lid on the cup because heaven forbid he make the mistake of adding the whipped cream.

“Here,” he said, placing the drink on the edge of the counter aggressively. The woman huffed, throwing her phone in her purse before she scooped the cup up.

“About time. And would it kill you to be a little more appreciative of your customers? After all, you were the one who messed up my order in the first place. I can just take my business elsewhere, you know?” The challenging smirk she wore as she took a sip of her drink made Katsuki’s blood boil.

“Alright, listen here you b-”

“We are so sorry about the mistake! Please, have this cookie on the house!” Izuku interjected quickly, forcing himself between the seething Katsuki and the lady, thrusting a pastry bag in her direction.

“Well, at least ONE of you has manners. Thank you.” She snatched the bag out of his hand and stomped out of the store. Katsuki was fuming; how DARE she treat him like he was the idiot when she was the one who couldn’t get off her phone for more than five seconds to order her damn drink with the proper milk? He hoped she enjoyed the word “KAREN” scrawled across her cup. He turned toward Izuku, eyes narrowing.

“Quit it, Deku. I had that under control.” Izuku gulped, taking a step back from Katsuki, throwing his hands up in front of him in defense.

“You were about to call her a bitch, Kacchan. I had to do something. Sato’s told you if he gets any more complaints about you being rude to the customers, he’ll have to fire you.” Katsuki sighed, shoulders sagging as he realized just how right his friend was. He couldn’t afford to get himself fired, not with rent coming up soon. He was sure that Deku would help him out if that did happen, but damnit, his pride wouldn’t allow freaking Deku of all people to be the one to help him out of a bind like that, even if he was his roommate.

“Whatever. Anyway, Batteries for Brains dipped early, so I’m glad you showed up. Wasn’t looking forward to trying to run both the line and the register on my own. He should be lucky that all the orders so far have been for drinks and pastries, otherwise I’d have to kill him.”

“Kaminari’s a good guy. He probably had a very valid reason for leaving early,” Izuku said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Hopefully to tutoring. That guy’s math is atrocious,” he griped, counting the drawer down for shift change. “Oh yeah, pastry girl asked about you,” he called over his shoulder, smirking as he heard Deku run into the door frame, a muffled swear falling from him.

“U-Uraraka? What did she have to say?” he asked nervously, rubbing the red spot on his forehead.

“Wanted to know what you were up to this weekend. Told her to ask you herself.”

“Kacchan! That’s so rude!” Izuku whined, grabbing the pickup order ticket that printed off, scanning over it before grabbing one of the to-go cups to scrawl the instructions on it.

“What? I gave her your number, you moron. I’m not that heartless.” He finished counting down the drawer, noting that that idiot Kaminari short changed him, and took the cup from Izuku, whose face was as red as one of Sato’s cherry danishes.

“W-why would you do that?” he stammered, grabbing the next ticket and moving to the pastry case.

“Because clearly you’re not going to be the one to make the first move. You’ve been pining over her like an idiot since we first started here. I still can’t believe she caught you when you tripped on that drink that you spilled. You could barely stutter out the words ‘thank you’; do you really think I expect you to be able to ask her out?”

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Thanks for having my back, Kacchan.”

“It’s whatever. You owe me one,” Katsuki grunted out as he sprayed the whipped cream on top of the drink before fitting the lid on it snugly. He placed the finished drink next to the pastry bag on the pick up rack and went for the next order. “Here, this one needs actual food. Get out of my space, loser.” Izuku took the ticket with a smile and went to the small kitchen, humming as he got to work.

Time passed idly, customers trickling in—some passing through for pick up, others dining in—and Bakugou was counting down the minutes until he was off. The dinner rush had come and gone, leaving the two to focus on the pre-closing procedures in between orders. Which left Katsuki with time to let his mind wander.

Working in a cafe wasn’t how he anticipated his senior year of university going, but it paid the bills. The place had a nice homey quality to it—the mismatched chairs and tables scattered about the dining area paired with various paintings and prints from local artists really made the ambiance. There was a small section by the register that displayed various knick knacks made in the community that were for sale, though Katsuki hated dealing with those purchases since there was a lot of paperwork involved to make sure that the right artist got their money. The real money maker of the cafe laid in the pastry case, though. Sato’s confections were famous throughout Akihabara; many locals supported the young business man who had a heart of gold and sweets to match. And Sato wasn’t a bad guy to work for. Quite the opposite, in fact; he paid his employees well and was very flexible with their schedules since most of them attended University of Akihabara, which is how Katsuki got roped into the evening shift. Not that he was complaining about that—it was generally a quiet time and he didn’t have to deal with as many stupid customers. Overall, it wasn’t a bad gig.

Katsuki had just finished breaking down the decaf espresso machine (good riddance—it was an abomination to mankind) when the bell at the front door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this onslaught of stupidity. The last patron had argued with him until they were both red in the face about the cafe having diet whipped cream, even though he assured him that the cafe never had any to begin with. Eventually, he was able to convince him that the drink was perfectly delicious without a topping, and sent him on his merry way, all the while wishing he could punt kick that pint-sized asshole across the room.

He exhaled and made his way to the register, finally looking up and blinking in surprise as he took in the appearance of the customer waiting on him. This guy looked ridiculous—his obnoxiously bright red hair was spiked up and Katsuki was sure that this guy was trying to emulate either a hedgehog or a porcupine. His choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was as disastrous as his hair. His chest was fully exposed and the only sort of covering his upper half had was some sort of weird cropped red and black jacket. Black pants tucked themselves into hideous muddy-red boots, but what really took the cake was not the weird open-mouth face mask that he wore; instead, it was the piss-poor attempt at red chaps that were held together by a gaudy-looking R-shaped belt buckle. He looked like he walked right off the page of some sort of shitty manga that he was sure Deku would read. It wasn’t like they didn’t get cosplayers in the cafe, because they did all the time, but this was surely the most bizarre one he had seen. The guy smiled at him, and Katsuki had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid, over-friendly cosplayers.

“Welcome to Sugar Rush. What do you want?” he asked gruffly, ignoring the softly chastising “Kacchan” coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t help it—he had had his fill of idiots for the day and his feet were fucking sore.

“Uhh,” the redhead eloquently replied, craning his neck to look at the menu. Clearly this guy was more brawn than brains, in Katsuki’s most humble opinion. Miraculously, he kept himself from tapping his fingers against the countertop in annoyance while the other scanned over the hand-written list of drinks, his eyes finally lighting up in delight as he settled on one.

“I would like one of the caramel mocha frappuccinos please!” he said with a smile and Katsuki noted that the guy even had put in false teeth; the ones grinning back at him were sharp and dangerous looking.

“Size?”

“Um, large?” he replied, though to Katsuki, it seemed like he was uncertain.

“Is this for here or to go?” Katsuki was praying that the guy said to go because if he had to wipe down the lobby one more time before they closed, he was sure he was going to lose his mind.

“To go, unfortunately,” the cosplayer laughed, handing his card over as Katsuki gave him the total. “Oh yeah, don’t you need to ask my name?” he asked, putting the card away along with his receipt.

“Nah, I’ve got it. Just go to the end of the counter,” he replied, scribbling on the cup then turning to get the ingredients, effectively cutting off any conversation. He swore he heard the cosplayer mutter something that sounded suspiciously like “of course you do ” under his breath, but Katsuki refused to ask. As he stood up, milk in hand, he was met with disapproving green eyes peering at him from over the kitchen window.

“Not a word, Deku. And I swear to god, if you come out here, I’ll kill you,” he threatened while measuring out the milk. Izuku sighed, shaking his head and disappeared from Katsuki’s line of sight, which he much preferred right now. He poured the milk in the blender, added the pumps of mocha and caramel syrup, and tossed the ice in before popping the top on the machine and turning it on. Katsuki caught himself checking out the cosplayer out of the corner of his eye while he waited for the drink to be blended perfectly. The guy was sort of cute, he mused. Kind of in that endearing puppy dog sort of way as he hummed along to the shitty pop music that was playing on the speakers while he scrolled his phone. It was ridiculous, however, that he would even be thinking about how attractive the guy was—he was sure that he would never see him again. That, and he was nothing more than a customer; Katsuki had no business daydreaming about how nice it would be to feel those arms wrap around him, crushing him to that stupidly beautiful chest that was on display for all to see. Nope, not at all. It was hopeless. Just a fleeting crush that would never come to fruition.

A crash from the kitchen followed by an exclamation of “oh holy shit ” snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he huffed out an angry sigh. Leave it to Deku to break something once again. He emptied the contents of the blender into the to-go cup, adding a swirl of whipped cream to the top before securing the lid to the cup with a soft pop. He felt a smirk start pulling at his lips as he turned around.

“Large caramel mocha frappuccino for a ‘Shitty Hair,’” he called out, causing the cosplayer to look up from his screen, blinking in bewilderment as he looked between Katsuki and the drink that was on the counter. The reaction was priceless, if Katsuki could admit that to himself, and it was totally worth the look on the cosplayer’s face and the shrill “Kacchan ” yelled at him. What Katsuki wasn’t expecting, however, was the cosplayer to start laughing, a deep rumbling sound that sent shivers running through him. God, why was this guy’s laugh even attractive? It wasn’t fair.

“Oh shit, that was great!” the cosplayer replied once he was finally able to catch his breath, wiping tears out of his eyes while reaching for the cup. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Have a great day, man!” he exclaimed, placing some coins on the counter as a tip before grabbing a straw and leaving the cafe. Katsuki was baffled at the guy’s reaction—most people didn’t thank him for insulting them. He shook his head, pocketing the yen, and turned to see a heaving Izuku with his hands on his knees like he had just ran a marathon frantically looking between him and the now closing door.

“Kacchan! You can’t call people names like that! Do you even know who that was?” he cried.

“Uh, just some shitty cosplayer, duh?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s theatrics, grabbing the blender and heading to the sink to rinse it out.

“A cosplayer?? No! That was Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan!” Izuku replied and Katsuki dropped the blender in the sink, whipping around to face him.

“Kirishima Eijirou, as in the fucking actor?” Katsuki could feel a ball of dread curling up in his stomach. He was hoping that Deku was wrong, but that nerd knew celebrities like the back of his hand. The exasperated look he got in return was more than enough to confirm his worst fears.

“Yes that Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you called him Shitty Hair. What were you thinking?” he asked, pulling at his hair.  

“In my defense, I thought he was just some shitty cosplayer! What the hell was that get up, anyway? God, it was awful.”  

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me, right? He’s currently filming for the live-screen adaptation of the Red Riot comics. This has been a highly anticipated movie from director Toyomitsu Taishiro that’s been in the works for the past four years. All Might productions picked it up and they finally just got the casting settled last year and were able to move forward with the filming process. And, he’s the main character. Oh my god, my best friend just called the actor for one of my favorite comic book heroes Shitty Hair. Oh my god, what if he gets the cafe shut down? What will we do about rent money? I’m sure mom could help me out, but still…” he trailed and Katsuki had to take a deep breath.

“Calm down, you dork. I highly doubt he’s going to get the cafe shut down. Hell, he seemed to have a good laugh over what I said. Besides, if he was upset with anyone, it would be me, not you. So don’t overwork your brain over there with things that won’t happen.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Izuku exhaled, visibly calming. “I still can’t believe you did that, though.”

“Are you ever going to shut up about it?” Katsuki groaned, going back to cleaning the blender out.

“Only when you decide to stop holding you being a barista over my head because of the Nighteye incident,” he laughed, walking out to the lobby to lock the door and turn the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed.’

“Fair enough. Now, let’s get this shit done quick. My bed is calling my name.” They continued with their closing procedures, and as Katsuki was counting down the drawer for the night, his thoughts were haunting him. He just happened to have the shittiest luck, he determined. Not only was he crushing on a customer, but the customer was an actor. An actor who he happened to insult. Holy fuck. Great job, Katsuki. Way to fucking go. As they finished closing and were leaving the shop, he decided that it didn’t matter. This would just live to be an embarrassing tale that he would make sure he and Deku took to their graves. It’s not like he would ever see the guy again, after all.

Thanks for making it to the end of chapter one of my very first BNHA fic! Hope it was to your enjoyment. Please feel free to leave a review and let me know how I did! Chapter 2 should be coming soon <3

alright, after several certified Angst Fests i think we all need some fluff, and i n e e d the ROs to know that they are all the lights and loves of my life. so. RO reactions to the MC telling them that? thank u rena, ur a star

Finley: “Oh? Then perhaps that explains why I can never look at you for too long, as I’d go blind otherwise.” They remark with a crooked smile. They’ll move forward to the MC then, keeping them there in a long, lingering kiss. Will most likely find some way to work in calling the MC with some light-based nicknames after that (starlight/my light/sunlight).

Raf: “I’m- I-…” His face is a bright red. He wasn’t expecting that at all, but as soon as the MC says it you can see the beginnings of a smile crossing his face- and his eyes even get a little watery. He cups their head in his hands, tracing all the lines on their face with a gentle smile. He kisses the corners of their lips, and by the time he pulls away the gentle smile has become a full on grin as he leans his head against theirs, “You are… more than I could have possibly dreamed of. I love you- more than words can account for. I love you, I love you…” He’ll keep saying so, brushing their lips together, as long as they’ll let him.

Jacob: “Dammit!” Alright that’s… not the reaction you expected. And by the look of how his face quickly goes red not exactly how he wanted to respond either, “I’m sorry it’s just- you’re- you’re so amazing. I just- I love you. I have no idea how to describe how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and how you continue to astound me, each and every day, and every time I think that I know exactly how wonderful you are you go and you floor me in some new way and I just-…” He sighs, “I wish I was able to let you know how much you mean to me. You always seem to know exactly what to say I just… I wish for once I was able to tell you how amazing you are- and I- fuck, I already used amazing didn’t I? You see, here you are with all this beautiful, elegant ‘light of my life’ stuff and I just- how am I supposed to keep up?”

He shakes his head, but by now there’s a broad smile on his face. “How am I supposed to tell you just how much I love you- if you always seem one step ahead in doing just that?”

Lucy: The MC isn’t going to stay on their feet for long- she’s going to sweep them up in her arms and hold them close, the room filled with her boisterous, wonderful laughter. She’ll swing them around if they don’t stop her, one of Lucy’s famous, extra-special hugs. And when she does finally set them down she’s still not going to let them go- kissing their lips- their cheeks- their nose- everywhere she can get. Giving little “I love you”s between each kiss.

Yolanda: She seems caught off guard at first, her face blank and unmoving as she stares at the reporter in return. But she gathers herself quickly, and takes her face between her hands- brushing along her cheek and pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. She doesn’t pull away until they’re both breathless, “Never in my life did I expect to find someone quite like yourself, my darling. You are… simply indescribable.”

Eileen: “Oh…!” Her face flushes the kind of deep red that hides her freckles, her mouth parted, agape in a little ‘O’ for a while until she gathers herself- then it’s a smile bright enough to challenge the sun. Expect a big, puppy-eyed, loving gaze for quite a while. You’ll probably be able to catch her humming happily to herself for a week or two afterwards, too. Not to mention the many heart-shaped cookies. Lots of heart-shaped cookies. Get ready for the entire house to smell of nothing but cookies and sound like little happy humming.

Informant: Don’t expect to be let go for quite a while. Because he’s not about to let them go for a long time. He’s going to wrap them up in the biggest, warmest hug the MC has probably ever felt and bury his head into the crook of their neck or the top of their head or wherever he can- far too happy for words. Though they’ll probably still be able to feel him smiling against their skin- the little kisses they’ll be receiving afterwards probably help as well.

Ricky: “Uh-huh, I’m sure.” He’s not listening at first, probably brushes it off as needless flattery or just them messing with him at first. The MC will probably need to say it again and call his attention for him to actually hear what it is they said. After that- if he’s holding something, he might just very well drop it. His mouth will open and close as he searches for words but doesn’t seem to be able to respond to that. Will carefully avoid looking directly at them, one hand covering his mouth- is his face red? Yes, yes it is. Don’t point that out though, he’s going to deny it and walk away if you do- or try to. It’d probably be pretty easy to get him to stay.

Later, when he thinks that they’re asleep or not listening, (he’ll probably be up late thinking over what they said anyway), he’d try and whisper it to himself, trying to keep it low enough that they don’t hear/wake ”How can I tell you that you are… the brightest part of my life? I love you, too much, maybe.”

V: “Of course I am, darling!” Though they seem as nonchalant as ever, their wolfish grin is just a tad brighter than normal. Will sweep the MC off their feet- literally- if allowed, to kiss the side of their lips and the bridge of their nose, “And you’ve the honor of being mine, as well, my love.”

10: “Really?” They slap their hand over their mouth, face reddening- they didn’t mean to sound like they didn’t believe the MC, it just slipped out. They are… very embarrassed now, probably won’t look the MC in the eyes for a tiny bit- but at the same time, very much wants to kiss them now.

The want to kiss ends up winning out.

Hey cutie, if you're up to the challenge, all 100 from the list with the 〜(￣▽￣〜) :)

First of all @unluckymess is the most amazing person in all of Texas I love you ilysm. Ahem 1. What are five things you want to do before the year ends? Well first I'd like to develop some structure maybe a morning routine nothing too fancy. Second, I need to buy a bike the bus is getting too expensive :0 Third, I would like to make an A in a class instead of B's and C's what is going on lol. Fourth, I would like to decorate my apartment and always have food in the fridge for friends that drop by. Finally, I'd like to settle this mess with my health insurance and be an adult. @_@ 2. What color are your pants? I'm currently wearing TMNT pajama pants so, green. 3.Favorite motivational quote? The one about John Lennon and his teacher. "I want to be happy." "You don't understand the question" "No, you don't understand life." 4.When was the last time you drank coffee? I had an Almond Joy cappuccino a couple of months ago. 5. What was the last thing you ate? An avocado and swiss cheese sandwich. 6. Favorite animal? Ooh probably an axolotl. Or snakes. 7. Favorite song? Of all time? One Step Closer by Linkin Park. But lately I've been listening to Let Her Go by Passenger. 8. Last movie you watched? While You Were Sleeping. Two Weeks Notice. Both very good Sandra Bullock rom coms. 9. Any turn ons? I've pretty much accepted that I have a thing for D/s (sir/ darling girl)and biting. Also being prettified and dirty talk. Dirty dirty. 10. Any turn offs? Physical S&M. Infantilism. Men who like being called Daddy.11. List 4 big words off of the top of your head. Antidisestablishmentarianism. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Hippopotomonstrosisquipedaliophobia. Deoxyribonucleic acid. 12. What are some meaningful movies? Robin Williams did a lot of those um I love Where The Heart Is. Movies based on books usually have some sort of nuanced meaning :p 13. Who are the 2 most important people in your life right now? Always my mum/brother and my best friend Mikachuu. 14. What are 3 things you want to do before the month ends? First, get a job. Second, take my dog to the vet. Third, learn some self-care darn it. Lol 15. When was the last time you read a good book? This morning! I am so hooked on Agatha Christie it is not even funny. 16. How long do you study for usually, if you study? Usually about three hours. Then I read my time away lol. 17. Do you have any nicknames? I am called San. 18. Favorite kind of perfume? (fruity, alluring, etc.) Happy by Clinique. It's a citrus/floral scent and Man by Pitbull. It's a woodsy?/musky cologne. 19. Do you have any international friends / friends who live out of state? Yes! Far off exotic places like Michigan, Illinois, Oregon, Vermont, Washington, California. Whee. 20. What is something unique that you do every single day? Hm live vicariously through fictional characters21. If there was a movie based on your life, what would it be called? Can't Hardly Even 22. When was the last time you bought a gift for someone? Mikachu's birthday 23. Are you a shopaholic? Nopers. I am poor and a minimalist 24. What are some songs that always make you feel better? Linkin Park. Panic! at the Disco. George Strait. The Hoosiers. Alllll of their songs. 25. List 3 activities that you can only enjoy by yourself. Reading, eating ice cream by the pint, and tightlacing. 26. If you could live in any biome (and survive) which biome would you live in? DRAGONLAND. 27. How do you like being roused in the morning? With poetry and flowers. Also brekkie. Maybe a pun or two lol. 28. How was your day? What did you do? It was swell, I read and ate cookies and doughnuts and an avocado sandwich. Thanks how was yours? :P29. What did your last text message say? Okay good let me know how you're doing. 30. Do you respond to texts quickly? Nooooooo31. Who was the last person you called? My mother, the saint @silver9mm 😇83. Do you miss anyone right now? My brother :)84. Who do you love? Why? All of y'all. Because I want to 85. Do you like sharing? Yes of course 86. What was the last picture you took with your phone? A selfie on SC 87. Is there a reason behind everything that happens? Yeah, the universe is fucking absurd 88. Favorite genre of music? Alternative. Followed by pop, country, and rock. 89. If you had one word to describe yourself, what would it be? San90. Describe your life in 5 words. Out. For. A. Walk. ...Bitch.91. Describe the world in 4 words. TOO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE 92. Craziest thing you've ever done? Survived 93. First three songs in your favorite playlist? These Tables Are Numbered For A Good Reason, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet by Panic! at the Disco. The Little Things Give You Away by Linkin Park. I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance 94. Are you more creative or logical? I think I'm boring beyond imagination 😇95. Would you rather lie or hurt someone with the truth? Truth. But I want to be lied to. 96. What are you most proud of? Being District Spelling Champion in 2013 97. What personality trait do you admire in other people? Charisma 98. When you imagine yourself as really, really relaxed and happy, what are you doing? Taking a hot bath in the dark listening to music reflecting on a book I just finished reading. 99. How do you usually start a conversation? Hi my name is San Juanita, I go by San. What is your name?100. What is the best news you could hear right now? My mother won the lottery !!! That was wild. I LOVED answering all of these thank you so much!!!

ALL of the questions :D

yeeee hawww

0: Height5’7” i think?

1: Virgin?yea

2: Shoe size9.5

3: Do you smoke?nah

4: Do you drink?no alcohol smells and tastes gross

5: Do you take drugs?nope

6: Age you get mistaken foridk probably a year or two older than i am

7: Have tattoos?no :c

8: Want any tattoos?So Fucking Many™

9: Got any piercings?just my ears

10: Want any piercings?the industrial looks really cool!! but i don’t think my ear shape would work for it ;-;

11: Best friend?my friend Kaela!!!!!!!!!!!! and also @galactic-jellybean !!!!!!!!

12: Relationship status:tragically single and low key desperate

13: Biggest turn onspartners who actually like my fatalso neck kisses/bites are my weaknesssss

14: Biggest turn offsanalsorry that’s where u poop n it just doesn’t do it for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15: Favorite movieTHE INCREDIBLES!!!!

16: I’ll love you ifyou give me any attention ever and you’re nice to me lmao(also if ur older than me hahaaa)

17: Someone you missmy chicken, Bab ;-;

18: Most traumatic experience idk probably catching my dad cheating and then having to call him out on it

19: A fact about your personalityi’m so gullible and dumb :(

20: What I hate most about myselfmy inability to understand any social situation ever

21: What I love most about myselfmy passion for the things/people i love

22: What I want to be when I get oldera financially stable hermit

23: My relationship with my siblingspretty close

24: My relationship with my parent(s)also p close despite the whole dad thing

25: My idea of a perfect datestaying in with cuddling and takeout or something stereotypical like going to the beach/boardwalk for the evening

26: My biggest pet peevesslow walkers/drivers, ppl not taking me seriously, ppl who keep changing radio stations every time commercials come on

27: A description of the girl/boy I likeugggggghhhh he’s super dorky and ugly-cute and he’s a few years older than me and super funny and smart but he lives soooo far away and i’m afraid he doesn’t like me :(

28: A description of the person I dislike the mosta manipulative bitch, compulsive liar, toxic, probably has legitimate mental issues but like that’s no excuse for being an actually terrible person. she’s infamous in my friend group

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friendFear that they would think differently of me/disapprove of something

30: What I hate most about work/schoolschool is alright for me rn but i hate work with a passion because I’m forced to do it

31: What your last text message says“the tachikoma tanks from ghost in the shell are the best”

32: What words upset me the most“idk you decide”

33: What words make me feel the best about myselfidk i guess smart, beautiful, T H I C C

34: What I find attractive in womenhonestly what don’t i find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men good hearts, humor, dedication, open mindedness ? idrk how to answer lmao?

36: Where I would like to livean old farmhouse in Maine (´ω`)

37: One of my insecuritiesngl it’s my teeth

38: My childhood career choiceveterinarian

39: My favorite ice cream flavorchocolate chip cookie dough

40: Who I wish I could beidk myself but richer?? lmao

41: Where I want to be right nowin a bed with my Bae™ tbh

42: The last thing I ateTotino’s pizza rolls

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately me bitch

44: A random fact about anythingwhen the passenger pigeons weren’t extinct, they’d travel in M A S S I V E flocks that could stretch for miles. pigeons are heckin great

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Long distance....

Like many times since I left Durban, but remained in a r/ship with my boyfriend it was my turn to drive 4 hours so that we could spend a weekend together. I honestly don't know how other people do it. Long distance r/ship is hard work, not to mention financially draining. Combine that with our day to day activities, our careers, friendships, family, gym, shopping, traffic..... aaahhh! I'm literally a walking zombie. But there is no room to feel pity for yourself. Friday afternoon, 15:30.... I feel ike the last 30 minute at work are the longest. 1 crisis after another. Could this be God's punishment for rushing to sex before marriage. I mean times have changed. Marriage or not. I love this man and can't wait any longer. I know he feels the same. His messages through out the day and constant video clips every night with explicit sexual content. My man needs me. As soon as it is 16:00 I sign out, get my purse and keys from my locker and left kwamlungu to endure another 4hours on the road while trying to be serenaded by slow jams, my man's memory stick f'cos because I can not compile even 10 songs. I just can't do it. I think he forgot this USB when we were using my car. I doubt he still remembers it. Every now and again he calls to check where I am, and remind me about how horny is, and keep me awake while I'm on the road because I'm extremely exhausted. Working 8hour shifts for 5 days, plus 12 hour shifts over the weekend, come back on Monday to push another 5 days of 8hour shifts is no child's play. But I wouldn't change my job for anything. We have a rule about not picking up hikers along the road mainly for safety reasons. He also doesn't like it if I give people I know a lift if I'm travelling long distance. He says he can not talk "freely". This talking to him makes me miss him even more. I'll probably be in Dbn at 8. I had such a hectic day and left work in such a rush I forgot to buy him something. I will just have to get PS chocolate bar with a cute message when I get to Ultra City. It's cheap but He'll focus on the gesture more. It reminds me of a guy who had a crush on me in High School. Lol. Life was easier back then The phone rings again. It's him of course. The routine checking where I am, how much he wishes I was in his arms already. And I just have to remind him to be a bit more patient because the rain and hail along the freeway is slowing me down. And he cautions me to be extra careful because his throbbing member has been missing me since the last nude pic I sent him. It's 8:20 pm when I finally arrive at his place. He's already waiting for me outside. Soon after parking my car he is standing next to my door, opening it for me. Yerrrr it's bloody cold. I reach for my trench coat on the passenger seat and step outside to the tightest hug and the longest kiss. I can feel his member poking on my stomach. I take my handbag while he grabs my suitcase and make our way to the house. Oh my... As I blink furiously... Red petals on the floor all the way to the passage and... But uMam Nomgqibelo doesn't work over the weekend. So I will be sweeping the entire floor tomorrow. Wow, thanks Mr Romantic. "Guess what I got for u?" I say as I reach for iPS in my bag. He looks at my hand and smiles, leans over for a kiss, before I know it my feet are no longer on the floor ... my heart just skips a beat. These are the moments that makes 4 and half hours on the road through the blazing storm worth it. I have to tell you, I'm not one of those petite women whom any men can easily lift and fuck against the wall. I'm quite thick, but he is carrying 75kg that is me all the way to the bedroom. There are red petals even on the bed forming a shape of the heart. This guy though. In the middle there is a box of chocolate and small paper bag. He gently puts me on the couch, this could only mean 1 thing. He wants his cake now. It won't even be 1 minute anyway. I might as well give him without any foreplay. I take off my coat as he unzip my pants. I don't know when he took off his but he is all over me in few seconds I'm sitting on the edge of the couch with my legs around his waist. He tries to be slow as he enters. Trying to take his time but I've been baking this cookie for more than 3 weeks. Few thrusts and he's done. He hold on to me, not ready to let go but the position we are in is too uncomfortable for both of us. I tell him I need to shower and remove the rest of the clothing I still have on as I make my way to the bathroom. Wow... He ran a bubble bath for me, and behold! More red petals on the foam. I really wanted to quickly jump in the shower but now I am forced to get in the tub. I hope he doesn't join me. It's funny that in few minutes I couldn't wait to be with him and now I've already had enough. Now I just have to survive the weekend and go back home. God knows I love this man. Ught now I'm just tired. This water is almost cold and these heaps and heaps of foam is just too extra. He put so much bubble bath soap the bathtub is almost slippery. If I add more hot water the entire bathroom will be covered with foam. God take me now. He sits on the corner of the tub as I rinse the foam off me. He stands up and reaches for the bath sheet when I'm done. Motions for me step out tub with his head. I oblige and he wraps the towel around me like a baby gives me another tight hug and kisses my forehead. For a few minutes it's quiet. He's leaning against the door looking at me as I apply lotion all over my body in silence. "What's for supper?" I Ask when I realise that I'm hungry. "You".... But I'm really hungry. I don't protest. I walk to him and look at him straight in the eyes with no expression on my face. He opens the door and I walk out. As I'm about to reach for my polarfleece pyjamas from his closet he asks if I'm not going to check what's in the paper bag. I smile and walk toward the bed where he put it. It's a black thingie. Not sure whether it's underwear or for sleeping. I have seen some women on Instagram wearing something similar. He has a goofy smile that says he wants to see me in it. I'm not even sure how to put it on, this thing is mostly strings. I already feel sorry for him as He'll have to un-tie these strings later on tonight. My kinda foreplay. For now, we must eat. And I'm cold. I put on his bathroom robe and head for the kitchen. To be continued ....