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cathyparrlyn · 4 years ago

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do you like the ladies in waiting?

Ummmm, okay looks like I’m finally answering this x

So unpopular opinion, I like the ladies in waiting.

Another opinion: I don’t like how they are portrayed in the six fandom and I don’t read any of the fics with them being major characters because of that.

I’m not going to get into who writes what cause people can write whatever they want, ima just ignore what personally bugs me. But I don’t really view the Ladies in waiting as something serious or important really, just kinda there to help move the plot along or in Joans case, just exist.

I do however have headcanons for how they look and act, something I have had since last year and adore. Here are my personality head canons for them in my non written and probably never will be written AUs.

Maria: I love my baby drummer. She is a lesbian, this is a fact. She is also kinda the mom of the group, and a bit flirty. (Hotta love it when she mutters curse words in Spanish under her breath.) she is probably my second favorite, maybe my first if a certain someone didn’t forget that they were playing her in our six roleplay every five fucking seconds. She is chill in my eyes, and usually in a story to either move the plot along for Aragon, or for Anne when Maggie and Bessie are busy. Kinda just bossy mom who is also flirty and that’s alright.

Bessie: My faveeeeeee! Absolutely the biconic one. She is the only other one besides Maria in the group who has a brain cell. The issue is that brain cell is gay and will freeze whenever Maggie kisses her. She is a bit quiet, but really sweet and logical. However, she tends to get caught up in the chaos and tries to be the voice of reason, but then she just goes fuck it and takes a swig of her flask (she swears Anne and Maggie’s chaos will make her an alcoholic one day) and does whatever her girlfriend feels like doing. Except if it is arson, she refuses to let Maggie commit arson.... again.

Maggie: absolute chaos, and very gay. She is Anne’s childhood best friend, even if Anne jokingly says they are not friends and Maggie is just someone who follows her. “She’s kinda like a stalker-” “I AM NOT-” “Maybe I should get a restraining order >:3”. She is Bessies girlfriend, and is very into PDA and will literally cuddle her and flip off men who try to hit on Bessie at the same time. She is very sweet, but also can be a bit pushy. Love her though, she is my third fave of the four.

Lastly,

Joan: uhhhhh she just kinda exists. Like I don’t really care for her as much as the others. The others have either the mom friend or the couple thing going for them, so Joan is just in the background being alive. Every now and then she will pop up and trip over something. I don’t know, I mainly put Joan in just as a name because I feel bad mentioning all the LIWs and then excluding her. Guess..... she is short as well? That’s all I got, sorry x

Like I said before, these head canons are mainly made for how they can help move my stories along, and all my fics are centered around Parrlyn and KatAnna (with also Aramour being added). You can like them or dislike them, I don’t really care. But yeah, here is how I feel about the LIWs, they are okay and chill, I just have my own portrayals and don’t take them really seriously. If you do that’s also chill, and if you don’t, again, chill.

I know I have friends who lowkey high key hate and are triggered by the Ladies, meanwhile I also have some who absolutely adore them and their content (looking at you my child, love you so much and you are valid.), personally I guess I’m just neutral about them. To be fair though, that’s because the show is called six, and not ten or four, so yeah, I’ll stick to my WIPs for Parrlyn and KatAnna!

Thank you Anon for asking me this! Always enjoy asks! (Well, at least the ones that aren’t screaming I hate you or I want to snap your neck x)

Love you all, remember to ship KatAnna or die by my sword ⚔️

Jk jk

Unless......

😇

#tw ladies in waiting #for my friends triggered by them I gotchu x #I’m ready to be canceled #still waiting for R*bbie and co to try and cancel me 🤪😹🔪#unpopular or popular opinion idfk #Maria on the drums #cue drum solo #bessie on the bass #big girl Bessie <3 #Maggie on the guitar #*Insert Alex playing the guitar*#Joan on the keys #don’t know what to put here oops #OH IDEA #LETS MAKE SOME LOVE FOR JOAN #Love my orange queen #Not me ending my only LIWs post with saying I am a KatAnna shipper #👀

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katsuhera · 4 years ago

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(Tsundere Tsuki requester here.) That's okay! It doesn't have to be mlm. Maybe an NSFW Tsundere! Tsuki X Female Reader, if that's okay? Don't mean to be a bother, Tsuki's just under appreciated and I love your writing.

hihi! YES i gotchu, you’re not a bother at all 🥺i’m so sorry my response is a bit late - i don’t have much experience writing for him so i took my time writing it. it’s a little long but i hope you enjoy!!!❤️

it’s okay if it’s you (NSFW), tsukishima x f!reader

pairing: tsundere tsukishima x female reader

scenario: you work together at a museum, and your boss assigns you both to the closing shift 😌

warnings/triggers: nsfw, fingering, spanking, other than that i don’t think there are any more! but please feel free to dm if you think i should add anything!

wc: 2.8k

“oi! watch where you’re going,” tsukishima grumbled, as you bumped into him carrying a heavy box of cleaning supplies.

“ah! my bad,” you mumbled back. you’ve been coworkers for a couple months at the sendai city museum, and while you’ve been able to warm up to all the other staff, tsukishima was the only one who’d remained aloof and detached. it’s not that his distance particularly bothered you, but it did make you wonder why it was so hard to get to know him.

you never had trouble befriending people. even at your job at the museum, your other coworkers loved you and looked forward to your shifts together, as you cared deeply about creating amiable atmospheres wherever you were. the only one who you couldn’t seem to get to join your orbit was him, tsukishima kei.

the earlier incident in which you bumped into him was actually the most he’d spoken to you in a while, so you were secretly thankful when your manager assigned you two to tonight’s closing shift.

at least he’ll be forced to talk to me, you thought excitedly. you were convinced that you had only cared so much about having time alone with him because he was the only one of your coworkers whom you really didn’t know much about, but to your best friend kiyoko, it was clear that subconsciously, your feelings had more depth.

kiyoko: keep closing tonight pg, ok? you: what?? i just want to talk to him kiyoko: yeah yeah, that’s what you’ve been telling me for the past month but you definitely like him, y/n. i’m not STUPID you: … you’re wrong kiyoko: ya ok kiyoko: lmk how it goes though

you sighed and put away your phone before your manager came around and saw you distracted. you normally dreaded closing shifts because of how much work they entailed, but you were looking forward to this chance to get to speak with him alone. maybe he’ll be more friendly when there isn’t a group around, you thought cheerily. it’ll probably be easier to speak with him one-on-one anyway!

as the museum security began to show people out, thanking them for their visits, you became weirdly more and more nervous. your coworkers left, one by one, bidding you good night.

you shuffled around quietly, packing stuff in boxes and organizing them where they belonged. tsukishima had disappeared for a couple of minutes, leaving you a little bewildered, but you had to concentrate on cleaning up for the time being before you could get a chance to speak with him.

heading for the staff backroom, you looked around for a new disinfectant spray, as the one you were using had just run out. setting the box you were carrying down, you wiped your hands on your jeans and looked around.

fuck, these shelves are so messy, you fussed inwardly. how am i supposed to find anything in here? you bustled around, shifting items around until you noticed a new bottle of windex sitting on the very top shelf.

you sighed loudly. you had no idea how you were going to get it, and tsukishima was nowhere to be found, so you’d have to try and bring it down on your own. standing on your tiptoes, you reached fervently for the top shelf - to no avail. you really hated being short sometimes.

you continued to try and reach for it, your hands outstretched and flailing around, attempting to knock something down that could potentially help you reach the bottle, until you felt a presence right behind you and a hand gently grasping your shoulder.

“here,” tsukishima said simply, holding the bottle out to you. your eyes widened, suddenly anxious now that you were so close to him. his hand was still on your shoulder, and you struggled to keep him from noticing your blush as you looked up to him.

“t-thanks, tsukki,” you said nervously. the nickname kind of just blurted its way out of your mouth, but you didn’t regret shortening his name.

“tsukki?” he questioned, the corners of his lips turning down. “no one calls me that. plus, you were about to die, the way you were knocking the shelf down.”

your cheeks reddened even further, and you giggled nervously. you didn’t know what it was, but the feeling of his hand on your shoulder and the way he was so blunt in speaking to you made you laugh, but also made you a little jumpy. maybe it’s because this is the most we’ve ever spoken, i’m not used to even hearing his voice, let alone him touching me.

“sorry, i just said tsukki since it’s a little easier to say,” you said meekly. thinking that this could be your chance to keep up the conversation, you decided to be a little brave. “can’t i call you that? no one’s around to hear, anyway.”

“tch,” he said, turning and walking away. you smiled, watching his retreating figure. you took his response as a resounding yes.

he seemed to be more comfortable with you given that no one else was there. maybe he found the silence comforting - you certainly understood what that felt like. but, your objective tonight was to get him to open up, so you were sorry, but the silence would have to wait for another time.

“tsukki!” you called out from the backroom, putting away some documents. “do you know the login information for the manager’s desktop? we need to file this, but it’s missing some information, i think.”

you waited for a couple of seconds, but there was no response.

“tsukki?”

tsukishima didn’t like to open up too quickly to people he wasn’t sure would stay in his life. for the couple of months he’d known you at work, he viewed you as a ball of sunshine that sought to light up all the corners of the world. he appreciated you - he really did, but couldn’t get himself to reciprocate the energy. thus, he also was thankful to your manager for assigning you both to closing tonight.

he’d been cleaning up the halls when he heard you calling out for him. the sound of your voice twinkled like fairy lights, and he’d unknowingly been bewitched by you. automatically, he left his things down on the floor and left to see why you were calling for him.

“yes?” he said, peering at you from the doorframe.

for whatever reason, it was at this moment that he started to view you differently.

your cheeks were flushed, a small bead of sweat dripping down your neck because of the lack of ventilation in the staff room. your hair was tied in a messy bun, perched on the top of your head, stray hairs framing your face perfectly.

he swallowed thickly. you were literally just sitting there, but something had switched inside of him - a strong force attracting him to you.

you looked up at him with doe-like eyes.

“do you know the login info for manager’s computer? i’ve been trying everything, but i guess i forgot what the recently changed password was,” you said, pouting.

right then, tsukishima wanted nothing more than to caress your cheeks with his hand and pull you in, to feel the warmth of your body and the softness of your skin against his.

“yeah, one second,” he muttered, and headed toward you to punch the keys in. he hovered over you, effectively caging your body in with his own, his arms placed to both of your sides.

you hoped dearly that he couldn’t hear how loudly your heart was beating. for some reason, there was so much tension between you two that the air started to feel electric, and your head started to be clouded with what could happen if you touched him, merely leaned your head against him…

“there, should be good now,” he said, clicking around on the screen.

“thank you,” you smiled, looking up at him. suddenly, your body moved before your mind could react properly - you reached out to his hand as a manner of thanks, trying to test the waters and see what would ensue if you provoked the electricity surrounding you two.

the soft pads of your fingertips sent shocks through his skin, and before he knew it, his body also reacted before his mind could catch up.

his fingers ran through your hair, eliciting a small gasp from you. he bent over you, matching his eye level to yours.

“don’t test me, y/n,” he said lowly, holding your eyes intensely.

you swallowed hard, too conscious of the growing heat between your legs. trying to emulate any type of friction, you responded while squeezing your thighs together.

“make me.”

his lips found yours instantly, his arm around your waist lifting you from your chair to situating you onto the desk.

i guess kiyoko was right, you thought wryly. seems like this was what i wanted all along.

your arms wrapped around his neck as your legs hooked around his hips, locking him into you. you moaned lightly at the feeling of his hardening bulge against your heat, and you melted fully into the kiss as you rocked your hips into his.

when tsukishima clocked into work today, the last thing he was expecting was to be fucking you over your manager’s table during closing hours. that being said, he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

the sensation of you grinding against him was killing him, his cock nearly begging to be freed at this point. his hands traveled up your waist, sliding to your back underneath your shirt and unhooking your bra clasp. you’d let go of his neck in favor of palming his bulge, evoking a soft groan from him.

he honestly had no idea how you two had ended up like this, but you were one of the few people who he felt comfortable around. sure, he kept up colder pretenses around you, but it was different being with you with the rest of the staff versus just being with you alone. he didn’t mind letting down his guard around you - he was just surprised that letting down his guard led to pulling down your pants.

he worked to unbutton your jeans, you wordlessly assisting him in the effort and lifting yourself up off the table so that he could slide your clothes down. you did the same for his pants, desperate to free his cock so you could feel its full length in your hands.

his fingers reached your panties, soaking wet with your nectar. all rational thought was out of the question - his mind was entirely clouded with lust and desire and the prospect of fucking you dumb in this small room, your moans and shouts to echo throughout the empty museum.

he entered you with his fingers just as quickly as he had pulled your panties off. you breathed in sharply, stilling your hands that were pumping his cock.

“i told you not to test me,” he muttered into your ear, making a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, reaching that spongy spot inside of you.

moans and gasps were blocking your throat such that words couldn’t reach your mouth, and you simply lost yourself in pleasure, bucking your hips against his fingers and leaning your head into his chest.

“fuck, tsukki--!” you choked. his cock pulsed in your hands, desperate for some attention, but you were too busy melting into your nearing orgasm.

he kept up his pace, relishing in the way your walls squeezed against his fingers, making it difficult for him to continue his motions inside of you. if you feel this tight with just two of his fingers… his cock twitched in anticipation as he wondered how your walls would feel clenched around it instead.

“please- cumming!” you moaned, letting go of his cock to clutch onto his shirt, supporting yourself through each wave of white hot pleasure.

once he’d felt your walls start to slow in their pulsing, he spun you around wordlessly, putting pressure on the small of your back indicating that you should bend over. you complied, legs shaking as you were still recovering from your high. you supported yourself on the table with your elbows as you arched your back, holding your breath as you waited to feel him enter you.

tsukishima took his time looking at you, your delicate body flushed and arched perfectly, just for him. he couldn’t help but admire your perfect ass, and squeezed and reveled in how soft your skin felt against his coarse palms. guiding his cock to your entrance, he took it slow and merely slipped the tip in, gliding it up and down to gather your slick.

you mewled, desperate to feel him fill you up. ever since he’d fingered you to ecstasy, your body was pining for more.

he grabbed one of your arms to pin it back strongly, leaving you to bury your face in the crook of your other elbow as he pushed into you swiftly.

a moan escaped you involuntarily as you pushed back into him, determined to feel all of him inside you, even if you did feel yourself stretching to accommodate his size.

he sighed as he bottomed out in you, stilling for a second to savor the feeling of your walls clutching around him. tightening his grip on your wrist, he began to move, eliciting louder and more desperate mewls from you.

the sensation of your walls fluttering around him and the way you rocked your hips back with each of his thrusts was getting to be almost unbearable for him, and he forced himself to hold out just a while longer. he was resolute in making sure you had at least one more orgasm before he let go of his self-control.

a hard smack! echoed around the room, as his hand came down on your ass, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake.

“that’s for calling me tsukki,” he said, smirking. he held back groans that threatened to spill out of his mouth as he continued to pump in and out of you, mesmerized by the way your ass cheeks bounced against his hips with every thrust.

you were so close to your second climax - the tip of his cock brushing your cervix and his veins dragging across your walls made you insatiable, ready to cream all over him once again.

he let go of your wrist to grab onto your hips, giving him the support he wanted in order to fully thrust into you. he couldn’t get over how easily your flesh melded into his hands - all he wanted to do was clutch onto it forever.

“sorry, tsukki-” you started, but were abruptly interrupted with a particularly deep thrust, a moan slipping out instead. you started to see stars in your vision, knowing that he was sending you quickly to a second orgasm.

“i- cumming-, please-!” you panted, unable to speak any more than that. he continued relentlessly, the sounds of skin slapping and your lewd moans and sighs like pure music to his ears.

struggling to pull out and thrust in as your walls contracted, trying to keep him in, he took a deep breath in trying to hold out long enough for you to ride out your high.

he looked down to see your legs shaking, wobbling under him, and that was too much for him to handle.

“y/n-” he managed to say.

“i’m on the pill,” you barely panted, your vision and mind entirely blank.

he finally let go, his cum painting your walls white as he loosened his grip on your hips, and you pushed back into him, determined to be filled with every last drop.

you both stilled, conjoined, motionless, as you raced to catch your breath and he let his cock pulse dully inside of you, pumping out its last few drops.

tsukishima pulled out slowly, the both of you gasping as the cool air rushed to fill the gap between your bodies. reaching for nearby tissues, he couldn’t help but admire the way your hole was fluttering around nothing, thin trickles of cum leaking out of it.

he helped to clean you up, and as you both got dressed, the atmosphere suddenly became very awkward. you refused to look up at him, despite him being the cause behind two of your greatest orgasms.

y/n… you thought to yourself. your objective was to talk to him, not fuck him.

your cheeks grew warmer as you struggled to think of something to say, anything to fill the silence.

“it’s… okay if you want to call me tsukki,” came his voice, quiet from across the room.

you looked up in surprise. for some reason, you were embarrassed - it was as though his permission for using that nickname felt much more intimate than the moment you had just shared.

“i’m okay with it, if it’s you,” he said, his eyes meeting yours.

you smiled.

“thanks, tsukki.”

you couldn’t wait to tell kiyoko about this.

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h3l10tr0p3 · 6 years ago

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Headcanon: Deku, the Serial Shipper

Contains- Mentions of sexual activities, established relationship - Bakudeku; Crack pairings- TodoIna, JiroMomo, UraTsuyu, UraTenya, DenkiSero, Kirimina, platonic Kiribaku etc.

(Beware- Long post)

Jesus Christ, I just had this HC and now I gotta spill, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. Here's another annoying Long Post for y'all)

Deku, as a Pro Hero and Katsuki's Duo Partner, has a pretty hectic life since the media are crazy bloodhounds, the villains are a pain in the ass, interacting with fans becomes exhausting at times, and the critics are demons wailing for his blood.

Yeah, very hectic. And on top of that, there's very little time to relax. Most of the days he sneaks some solace in the gym, if he can buy more time he likes to read and immerse himself in his notebooks and research. Fighting Katsuki to blow some steam is a last resort to shed off weeks of frustration and only reserved for off-days or desperate times - because something like that inevitably devolves into gratuitous rough sex or worse, day-long fuck-a-thon. Not that Deku doesn't enjoy it, he simply doesn't have the time to indulge and he knows Kacchan doesn't either, so they try to keep their hands off each other unless the occassion begs for much-needed violent release.

But sometimes, you just want instant relief. Sometimes Deku just wants to kick back and relax like a normal person, go on the internet, without everyone hounding him for a piece of his mind.

So he does.

Under Anonymity.

Et viola @allmight9000 comes alive on several media platforms including Tumblr and Twitter. At first, Deku masquerades around as a hardcore All Might fan fighting anyone who dares to diss the retired Symbol of Peace . But since his retirement, his popularity has gone cold, not many heated debates take place around him anymore and as sad as this makes Deku, he decides to discover new venues.

Now, Deku knows there's this dark void of fanfiction lurking on the net and there's no escape from it should he ever set foot into it. He is also aware of the dark things that beckon him from the sewers like Pennywise the Dancing Clown (eg. All Might/Endeavour, Hawks/Endeavour, All Might Bowl, All Might/ Hero Harem, All Might/Midnight, All Might/Aizawa/Present Mic and so on), things he should rightfully keep a safe distance from. But this is fucking Deku we are talking about- ofcourse he dares to dip his foot into the murk of fanfiction.

For science, he thinks, and takes the plunge.

It all goes downhill from there.

One day, Katsuki comes back from his shift to find Deku face-planted into the sofa, he hasn't eaten lunch, hasn't bathed and is claiming trauma, repeatedly insisting that he has sinned and he is going to hell for it, then he shakily holds up a 367k word fic of Villain Might/Endeavour. Katsuki has to slap him back to his senses. Later that night, Deku calls up Toshinori and asks him for forgiveness, when Toshinori asks him worriedly, 'For what?', Deku assures him he DOES NOT wanna know.

After obsessively going through various tropes and completing every Enemies to Lovers / Mutual Pining / Unrequited Love fic there is (and there is a lot, Deku hates himself every day for it), waiting torturous weeks for dead authors to rise from the ashes for a teeny tiny update, Deku finally gives up his small lake of unfulfilling All Might ships (because frankly it's hard to find a fic that suits his tastes and convincingly fleshes out a love story around a man who has pointedly avoided romance for the better part of his LIFE or a find a fic which is COMPLETE) and sets out into the sea of Ships.

Bad Idea.

Very VERY Bad Idea.

(We know it, he knows it. Katsuki is the only one who is blessedly oblivious because he chooses not to wade into Deku's mental shit and compromise his own sanity.)

Strangely, Deku has come to take an odd satisfaction of returning to fan mentality of shipping two people without restraints (rarely more than two)-it's simple, senseless, easy. It gives his head a break from all the overanalyzing it does and gives him a small dose of endorphins when he cant work out, eat out or fuck out the frustration. He was adverse to it first, since these are strangers trying to ship two random people (people he is friends with), and it was unsettling to find so many people shipping them when they've BARELY had any interaction in canon real life! What's the premise of shipping them at all? He just didn't find any allure to it back then. So he kept his reads under fluff and under mature ratings because he feels uncomfortable reading smut about his friends.

But Deku had a 'Oh my God they were ROOMMATES' moment when Jirou and Momo announce that they are dating to the U.A. Alumni, that too after reading a really fluffy Creati/Earphone Jack fic which accurately referenced their public sightings together and spun it into plot-points quite masterfully. ( the author did a real good job on it) And the most horrifying thing about the fic, Deku finds, is the fact that NO ONE, not even the AUTHOR knows how correct they were in their estimates! No one except Deku.

That realization shakes the foundations of Deku's beliefs and morality as he wonders how many fics out there , sfw or smut, requited or unrequited love, enemies to lovers or lovers to strangers, fluff or smut have come so so close to the truth, been so damn close - like an alternate course of their love-story? and WHY IS NO ONE GIVING IT MORE KUDOS?

This is how Deku ends up being the most irredeemable Shipper of the universe- with a mission in hand:

To curate proof of all valid ships and to supply aforesaid proof of it to the world (as subtly as he can of course, so as to not compromise his own identity or the privacy of the Shipped.)

He begins to scour through the net for paparazzi photos, indulges in gossip, pries out information of who is dating whom from his Hero contacts, authenticates it, creates folders and subfolders of photographic 'proof' (they are just teasers really) and whenever anyone writes a fic that comes anywhere close to the real thing he makes sure to tag them in his tumblr/twitter post with photos which basically pour gasoline over their fiery passion to continue dreaming and writing fics around those Ships. Like:

You wrote a fic of Fluffy Iron Fist x Real Steel? Here you go- an obscure pic of them leaving her apartment together

Uravity x Ingenium and Uravity x Froppy? A love triangle that could possibly end in heartbreak?!! Damn, sistah, who knows? (She's confused too, imho) So here you go- Uravity getting tipsy with Froppy and Uravity snuggling to Ingenium under the rain.

One-shot of Chargebolt x Cellophane getting frisky in an alley? Honey, I gotchu. Here's a pic of them arriving at a villain scene together with dishevelled clothes.

All Might x Endeavour Slow Burn? My dear friend- here's a picture of the Symbol of peace roasting marshmallows with Shouto on flaming Endeavour merch. Please don't make me block you.

All Might x Midnight? Here's a pic of my mom, me and my Dad AllMight. Midnight, Who binch?

Celsius (Shouto) x Gale Force Stripper AU? Oh, hey, look I'm totally that one lucky guy who was in the right place at the right time, okay? I dont know these guys personally, OKAY? Not. At. All. But I have some Opinions™ about your fic? and pics to support it. Just wanna show you that maybe...i mean...MAAYYYYYYBEEEE...the stripper is Galeforce, not Celsius? Yeah? Don't worry though, You're doing good. Love the slow build, keep up the good work!

Deku becomes a sensational fic-writer-enabler and often gives inspiration to writers who are looking to write for a new fandom. Deku's got their backs.

He sinks so deep into this Shipping business that one day Katsuki catches wind of it. It was becoming painful to keep ignoring Deku's descent into madness. Katsuki was okay with it as long as the nerd did his job well and fucked him even better (which Katsuki will never admit to enjoying, even at gun point. Pull the trigger, you coward). So, yeah, Katsuki could have accepted all of Deku's weird stalkerish behaviours (even if they weren't fixated on him all the time anymore and the 'Kacchan, sugoi!' comments had plummeted drastically....who needs the shitnerd to validate his worth, right?! Right...it didn't make him pissed AT ALL. because admitting that would mean he enjoyed it, WHICH HE DID NOT, MIND YOU)

What Katsuki couldn't accept was Deku accidentally using his official Hero twitter handle to post a very platonic (but in the eyes of rabid fans- borderline homoerotic) pictures of him and Eijirou and posted it as #Ground_Riot. The fucking flood of Zeku-haters and pro-GroundRioters had the comments section on FIRE. The post goes VIRAL.

Deku, fucking DEKU, the man who is secretly ENGAGED to him, is promoting GroundRiot like NO ONE's business and HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID WRONG.

Katsuki finds Deku happily puttering around their shared apartment completely oblivious to the PR hell that has been licking at his heels. He immediately attacks Deku's account and is completely gobsmacked. Lo and fucking behold- every fifth picture in his blog is fucking GROUND RIOT.

Not just that, apparently, THIS MAN, his fucking FIANCE, is not only a renowned peacemaker in inane Ship wars, but is hailed as a Soothsayer of Ships for always correctly prophecizing "Ships that will Sail into the fucking Sunset', he is basically some minor god in the Hero fandom who is extorting excitement out of fic writers and fans alike so that 'the crime of incomplete fics' can be eradicated once and for all. And Deku's fucking commited to it.

(perhaps more commited to Ground Riot than his own betrothal because there isn't A SINGLE POST of ZEKU on his blog)

There's even a post where he answers an ask from anonymous. The question: "Are you also anti-Zeku? I have never seen you post anything related to that ship. Is it because you think it won't Sail?" And Deku answers shortly how he isn't explicitly Anti-Zeku, but doesn't like the idea of reading fanfics of that ship. He clearly witholds his opinion if the ship will sail or not. Katsuki also finds the chat which started all this shit.

Chat-

Hey! @allmight9000. I wanted to write a GroundRiot fic? Could you give me some inspiration?

Aww, sure! It's my favourite Ship tbh. I love GroundRiot. I have a whole gigabyte of inspirations in my laptop. I'll send you some when I get back home, okay?

Yup!!! I am actually a hardcore Zeku fan. But recently my friends got me into Ground Riot and I am addicted!! But Zeku will always have a special place in my heart <3

I see. :)

Do you wanna try it out? I know you mentioned you don't like it. But I know some REALLY good fics.

No thank you ^_^ I make it a point to not read those fics. I just can't visualize it working, you know?

Oh...np. Each to their own. But I really hope one day you try reading some if you can?

I don't think so ...😅...uh...but..Any preferences for your inspiration though? or genre youre interested in?

Fluffff!!

Haha, okay! Look out for the new post on my twitter!

YASSS!! Love ya!

You too!

Katsuki sees red, he's about to flip his shit when he decides to give Deku one LAST fucking chance to explain WHY THE FUCK is he promoting Ground Riot when he should be shipping Zeku and demands of him if he really wants their Fucking Ship To Sail Or Not.

Deku gets defensive and says of course he does. Katsuki asks why he has been trying to push him onto Eijirou all this time if he wasnt serious about it. Deku doesnt want to answer. Then Katsuki gets fruatrated and asks WHY the fuck didnt he post Zeku.

"Because I don't want to support it"

"We are literally fucking engaged, you moron. What the FUCK do you mean you don't support it?!"

"I support Us, Kacchan! I just don't wanna support Zeku-shippers! Those two things are different!"

"WHy dont you wanna support them?! tHere is No Difference!"

"There is! I am not obligated to do anything for you. But if I admit to shipping Zeku out loud to the shippers, then I'm obligated to post pictures of us and I know that if I start posting that then my blog will literally be a flood of just Us all over!!"

"What is WRONG with that?!!"

"WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ENGAGED IN SECRET! NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO KNOW! you said it yourself! That you don't like the useless yapping of reporters about your love-life where it isn't their business!"

"YEAH? WELL FUCK THAT!"

And Katsuki whips out his phone, takes a selfie of french kissing the hell out of Deku and immediately posts in on his twitter. Deku has hardly reeled back from that intense kiss when he realizes what Katsuki has done and he practically explodes in shame.

"Kacchan!! Our secret!"

"Your fucking fault, Deku. If I have to deal with the shitty extras at all, it better be for the right Ship, you dumbass. I'll punt you straight to China if I hear Ground Riot from your mouth ever again...capiche?"

"But I like Ground Riot...It's a valid ship, Kacchan. You cant diss on it just like that. It has wonderful scope, and the fluff in this ship is AMAZING. I think I have a soft spot for Uke!GZ and Soft!GZ now... and it is a really mutually productive ship unlike- hrmff!", Katsuki shuts him up with a smack to his mouth and sheds his shirt.

"Shut your mouth and strip, shitnerd. I'll fuck the Ground Riot out of you. Also, let's make this fucking clear that if you mention ANYTHING that goes anywhere near Eijirou's dick,ass, balls or mouth", Katsuki shivers, "then I'll wreck your dick, ass, balls and mouth. Remember that. Now STRIP"

"But what about platonically? That's a solid ship, right? Right, Kacchan? Also It doesn't mention Eijirou's- fuck!!!"

Deku gets wrecked thoroughly.

(Let's observe one moment of silence for his Shipping ass 🙏)

(r.i.p. Deku)

Katsuki later asks him why Deku doesn't read Zeku fics either, cause pretending to not like it to weasel out of obligation is fine, but it doesn't explain why he refuses fo read any either.

"A fic, especially the ones that I like, always are these perfect little stories which always have a happy ending. Can't help it, I'm weak to it, Kacchan- it's why I read fics at all, you know? For the rush of happiness and feels! It's always written with the intention that it will be perfect! And it is. But it doesn't come close to the real thing. There can be fics out there that come really close to what we really have though - but I refuse to accept that any fic could be better than the imperfectly perfect things I have with you, Kacchan. No matter what anyone insists, what I have with you is perfect to me. You are perfect to me. And that's all that matters."

Katsuki calls him an incorrigible sap and turns away to hide a violent flush that turns him red like a stop sign.

Omake:

Katsuki's #Zeku goes Viral too. But at this point no one understands what is going on or WHY. Because GZ appears to be a Zeku shipper when Deku is a GroundRiot shipper. Confusion abounds. Zac Efron memes agonize over Both ships, Captain America Japan Civil War Memes make a comeback. And for some reason, Deku keeps posting Ground Riot afterwards too and everytime he does, the next day he is seen limping.

"Did you have a hardtime with Zero-san at training yesterday?"

Before Deku can answer the one who asks him that, Eijirou comes up, winks and answers in his stead, "Very hard", and runs away to Mina's side before Deku has a shame-filled meltdown.

(The Ground Riot thing stops only when Mina and Eijirou get finally married.)

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gayforoctaviablake · 6 years ago

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Hope ya like this nonsense. Y/N= your name Y/F/D = Your favorite drink

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Description: high school AU where you're in a bit of an abusive relationship, and when you're lifelong bestfriend and crush finds out, all hell breaks lose.

Warnings: this could be triggering to someone who has experienced abuse, Language

You woke up to a chilly fall morning. The air was crisp and the leaves on the trees had fallen basically overnight. Fall was always your favorite. You loved the colors and the way the leaves sounded when you'd step on them.

You mumbled to yourself as you got ready, "should I bike or take the bus today? Is it even that cold?" You pulled out your phone to see it was going to be a tad chilly but not enough for you to take the bus. You finished brushing your teeth, grabbed your hoodie and left your house and headed down the street on your bike.

*pop ding*

A text from your boyfriend popped up, it read:

Babe: do you want coffee? Im stopping by the café by my house.

You had to pull over with your bike to respond.

Me: sure! Can you get me a Y/F/D please?

Babe: yeah I gotchu 👌

"Everything seemed so normal. He's either perfect or a nightmare, either kissing or yelling. Either happy or angry" you think to yourself as you continue biking to school.

You got to school at just about the same time as your boyfriend. He gave you your drink and wrapped his arm around you as you walked into the building. Class didn't start for another 5 minutes so you chilled in the hallway for a while.

"Hey Bellamy!" You shouted to your best friend

"Yes princess" he responded. He's called you that since you were little. Your boyfriend didn't like it too much but as if that would stop him.

"Want a sip?" You offered your drink with a cheesy smile

He stared for a second "what did you do to it?" He asked

"Bitch. Nothing I'm just being nice like you would know what that is" you smirked

"Very funny" he took a few sips and sat down with you and your boyfriend.

"So how was everyones weekend?" You asked hoping to break the tension between the two. Bellamy has always been protective of you and your boyfriend was easily jealous. Which makes sense since you've secretly had a thing for Bellamy since 1st grade.

"It was alright. I went skateboarding with the guys, had a few beers" your boyfriend seemed to not give a shit about when you two went to the movies.

"And Bell?"

"What do you mean Y/N we were either texting or hanging out all weekend you were basicslly there" you both laughed

"That is true" you responded

Your boyfriend didn't find it very funny

Class started and you went your separate ways, after of course your boyfriend walked you to your first class. Before you went in he pulled you aside

"Babe, I don't really like you hanging out with Bellamy" he said

"Wha- why?" You were confused. You've known Bell your entire life, why is it such an issue?

"I just don't fucking like it okay!" He shouted!

"Babe I-"

"Hes no good for you! He's a dick!" He just kept yelling. Hes never done this at school before. Sure He's gotten agitated with you but never to this extent.

"Calm down!" You tried your best to keep your cool

"Don't tell me to calm down! I'll calm down when you stop talking to him!"

You were speechless. How could he just flip a switch like this? Bellamy was with you maybe 4 minutes tops this morning. How is he this angry?

You tried to free yourself from his grip but he grabbed on tighter. You were surprised nobody came out of class to see what all the commotion was. You could feel your arms bruising under his hands

"Let go of me!" You screamed at him and tugged with all your strength. Finally. A teacher came out to see what was going on.

"Woah woah break it up right now!" He yelled

Your boyfriend didn't even seem human. It was like he was a whole new being

He didn't let go.

The teacher stepped in and physically forced his arms off of you. At this point the whole class was watching.

Your boyfriend was still. Not seeming to comprehend what he had done.

You were now hiding behind your good friend Murphy, and he was comforting you and wiping your tears away, shielding you from other students wandering eyes.

"Come on, it's ok, come on" he led you downstairs to an empty part of the hallway before teachers could even notice, then again they weren't too worried since they know how good of friends you and John were. You couldn't stop shaking.

John just held you in a tight hug and softly talked to you.

"It's ok, it's over now, Murphy's gotcha"

After maybe 15 minutes you calmed down enough to speak

"Wha- what do I do?" Your voice cracked

"Tell me exactly what happened, you don't have to keep going if you get anxious" he rubbed your back

"He. He just kept yelling. He doesn't want me to talk to Bell anymore. I. I don't know why that made him so angry. I always knew he was the jealous type but I would've never thought he would go this far."

"He won't touch you again" he sounded aggressive but in a soft way. You knew he would protect you to the ends of the earth.

You both sat in silence for another 20 minutes. A door slammed open and someone stated storming down the stairs.

"Y/N!!! Y/N I'm sorry!!" Your boyfriend yelled through the stairwell

Murphy grabbed you and you hid behind the solid side of the staircase, basically holding your breath.

He came to the bottom and looked through the window near where you were. He didn't see you and kept walking.

You counted his steps in your head.

"One..... Two.... Three... Four.... Fi-" he stopped. And turned around. What was he doing? He couldn't have seen you! Right?

He looked through that window again, and stood there for a few minutes. It felt like hours. Murphy was holding you so tight he could feel your ribs.

He turned around very slow, and spotted you both.

Murphy practically jumped up with you and hid you behind him.

"Y/N I'm so sorry. I. I didn't mean to do that ok. I just. I'm so scared you're only with me to make him jealous!" He was almost crying. But. It didn't seem real to you.

"Look man, the damage was done now lets say we don't create anymore and go our separate ways for now ok?" Murphy stated shakily while walking you to the stairs backwards to keep his eyes on this asshole.

"I wasn't talking to you Murphy. I don't want you here. Neither does she." He began to shout. You squeezed Murphy's hand in fear.

"Seriously dude just go the other way, this isn't worth it, you already ruined your only chance." John was not afraid of your boyfriend. In fact he never really liked him in the first place.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE MURPHY" he shouted so loud you both flinched.

Murphy was going through all the scenarios in his head. He managed to back you both up to the staircase. He let go of your hand.

"Murphy?" You asked perplexed on what he was planning.

"Go get Bellamy Y/N" he whispered

"Murphy he'll beat the shit out of you!" You whispered back with a shake

"You underestimate me princess." He winked "Go get Bellamy and security. I'll keep him here. Go!"

You sprinted up the stairs with tears in your eyes. You could hear them whailing on each other.

You reached room 306, bursted through the door and yelled for Bellamy. He leaped out of his seat to get to you.

"Y/N whats going on?" He practically caught you from falling.

"Murphy! He's in danger! Downstairs. He told me to come get you!" You were out of breath. But you managed to pass the information quickly.

Bellamy's teacher noticed the bruises on your arms and asked you to come inside the class and wait for security to arrive. You sat down and felt everyone's eyes on you.

"Let me get you some water" Mrs. Williams said

As soon as she walked away you booked it out the door. You knew you couldn't sit there while your two best friends were in a fight.

You rached the first floor where everything took place. You saw Murphy on the floor bleeding and Bellamy and your now ex throwing punches left and right.

Without thinking you ran in to stop them.

Bellamy would never hurt you causing him to immediately stop swinging. Your ex however saw it as an opprotunity and punched you right in the jaw. However you were lucky enough to not have it crack into a million peices. It sure felt like it.

You hit the ground. Hard. Nobody knew how the hell you got back up but you did. And not only did you get back up but you were swingin too.

You must've hit him about 5 times before he got one in. Your tiny fists didn't do enough damage unfortunately.

Bellamy was trying to get between you both but you accidentally nailed him with your elbow as you threw another punch.

Your Ex managed to get another bad hit in. Little higher than the first one. You went down again, and you definitely didn't get back up.

The entire time this happened where was security? You hit the ground as soon as that main floor door opened up to the stairwell. Security grabbed your ex and Murphy managed to gain enough strength to carry you to his car. He didn't want you to have to wake up and talk to police. God knows how he talked security into letting him take you away.

About an hour later you woke up in Bellamy's bed. Nice dim lighting for the headache he knew you would have, and a glass of water on the nightstand.

You didn't know where your phone was and you knew getting up would hurt like a bitch so you continued to lay there. Maybe 5 minutes have passed when Bell walked in.

"Good to see you're awake" he spoke so soft

"Good to see you're alive" you responded.

He sat next to you and helped you sit up and drink some water.

"I guess I owe you an explanation" you sighed

"Don't worry about it, Murphy already told me everything." He rubbed your leg

Silence filled the room for a good few minutes before Bellamy finally worked up the courage to ask.

"But. Did he really have a reason to be jealous?"

You stared at him. "Not that I tried to make obvious" you chuckled a bit

"In all seriousness, do you feel anything. For me?" He asked

"Bellamy Blake. I have since the first grade" he couldn't see that you were shaking in fear of him not feeling the same

"Really?" He asked

You began to worry, eyes tearing up

"Because I have since kindergarten." He smiled.

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brattywriters-anonymous · 6 years ago

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A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor's VII & KTSE

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! 9-11 ATTACKS, TALKS OF DEATH, MOURNING, Syd and Erik coming to their senses--for the moment!

Chapter VIII: To The Things We've Lost

January 25, 2014

Syd woken up in tears. She had the same dream she always had around this time of year for the past thirteen years now. This day never gotten any better for her. This would have been her father's forty-seventh birthday. For the first twelve years of her life, they had an old tradition of going to Sylvia's for brunch, then later on enjoying the sunset on Ellis Island. That all came to an end on September 11, 2001. Syd rushed to the restroom to chuck up her dinner. She had came to the realization all over again, her parents were gone. She never gotten therapy or sought any refuge for her loss. So coping with it alone was always the hardest on days like this. Finally finished, she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out before laying back down.

The next thing she remembered, she woke up again--to her phone dinging. This time, she had woken up in a cold sweat. She checked her phone to see three missed calls from Yani and a voicemail. She pressed play as she plopped back into bed.

"Hey Syeda. It's me. I know today is a hard one for you. I'm here if you need me. I love you. Call me tomorrow, let me know you're okay. Bye."

She sighed as her eyes fluttered shut again. Her body woke her up for a third time, as she screamed to the top of her lungs. The painful screech was followed with an even more painful loud series of hitched breathing and crying. She held on to her last gift that her father gave her, her gold name plated necklace and cried out for her baba. She heard three faint knocks on the door, she wiped her tears as best she could and hobbled over to the door, trying her best to keep her balance. She opened the door to find Erik there, leaning on the door frame. "Hey, beauty. What's wrong? I heard you all the way from across the hall." She shook her head and attempted to say that nothing was wrong with her, but she couldn't form a word and the more she struggled, the more tears started to run down her face. Erik immediately grabbed her into an embrace. "Shhhhhhh.. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. Shhhhhhh.." As her knees became weak he cradled her into her apartment and shut the door. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Erik sat her down on the couch. Syd began wiping her tears away, looking straight ahead, not responding. Erik went into her bathroom to make a warm rag to clean her face. He went back into the living room area to find that Syd wasn't there. He heard sniffling behind him and found her in her bed balled up in fetal position crying again. He made his way to the opposite side of the queen sized bed, laid face to face with her as he wiped her raw nose and cheeks. She looked into his eyes and saw his sympathy for her. She didn't even tell him what was wrong, and she saw that he felt her pain. She placed her palm on the left side of his cheek and moved her face closer to his. They shared a tender almost innocent kiss. His lips cascaded over hers. A tear moved from Syd's right eye down the side of her nose and to his face. As if he was the remedy to her pain, he wiped that tear as their lips continued to collide. His hands moved and found their way into her curly tresses. She placed her arms around his neck as they continued their embrace.

She finally broken the kiss and mouthed the words, "Thank You." He nodded his head and replied, "I gotchu." He held on to her like his most prized possession as she began sniffling again. "Still don't wanna talk about it beauty?" She nodded her head as he looked down at her. "M--Mmm-My dad. It's his birthday today. A--An..And he uhm, he passed away." Erik kissed her forehead and rubbed her back as she laid on his chest. "Take your time. It's okay..I'm right here." She sniffled, "My baba was my best friend. We did everything together. Then..Then.. I lost him on 9-11. I was only twelve! Today has never been the same since!" She waled out, losing her voice completely. Erik rocked back and forth with Syd on his chest, letting her cry. "Shhhh.. I'm sorry for your loss Syeda. I completely understand what it's like. I lost my baba when I was eleven, Someone took him away from me just the same. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'd never want anyone to feel that pain." She looked up at him and held on to him just as tight as he held on to her. She placed her thumb under his cheek, he hadn't realized that he was crying too, reminiscing about finding his father on their apartment floor brings him to tears every time he thought about it. He didn't know why he thought comforting Syd would make a difference. "I'm sorry for your loss Erik. No child should have to bury their parent so early." She mustered that out in a hoarse tone. He lifted his head up, "This is about you, beauty. I'm here as long as you need me to be, okay?" She nodded her head as she fell asleep for the forth time.

The soft thunder of a storm woke her up. She jumped as she felt Erik's arms around her, almost forgetting that's how she fell asleep. She looked up to see him in a deep slumber. She wiggled her way out of his hold and went toward the kitchen to get some water. Taking a few sips, she then walked over to her window to crack it open. She always liked to hear the rain falling. It was tranquil. Something that she needed on a day like this. She felt Erik's rough hands gently wrap around her waist, "Hey. How you doing?" She sighed, "I'm a little better, you hungry?" He swiped her hair to the opposite side of where his head rested. "Mhm. You?" She nodded as she turned around to look at his face. He grabbed hers as they share another kiss, this one not as innocent as the last. She grabbed a hold of Erik's shirt before she completely lost her balance as he simultaneously grabbed her from her thighs to place her on her windowsill, never breaking the kiss. She moaned into his mouth as their lips fight for domination. They knocked over one of her plants that sat next to her, that's what finally broke their bond. She looked on the floor at the broken glass, "Uhm.." Erik stared at her, twisting his budding dreads trying to break the awkward silence, "You wanna order some take out?" She looked back at him and shook her head, "No." She stripped out of her shirt, looked at him for a spell, then hopped off of the windowsill. He bit his lip at the sight of Syd in her PINK bra as he gazed at her every move. She maneuvered to her closet and pulled out her I heart NYC hoodie and yellow rain boots. She grabbed an umbrella and her bag and finally looked back in his direction, "I know where I wanna go. C'mon."

The duo walked down 126th Street hand in hand, Erik still had no idea where they were going. "Girl, you tryna take me somewhere and kill me?" She laughed and slapped his chest, "No! We're going to go get food." "Where, woman?!" They finally stopped once they approached Malcom X Blvd. "Here, man!" She rebutted as the glowing sign became familiar to him again. They were back at Sylvia's. The restaurant she suggested to him weeks ago. The lights shined much brighter due to the overcast. They walked in and found a booth next to the window so they could have some type of scenery to look at. It was about 1:30 PM so brunch was still available since it was a Saturday. Syd scanned through the menu while playing through her curls. Erik pretended to look at the menu, but he studied Syd's mannerisms. He grinned at the way she stretched her curls and let them bounce back into place. The waitress returned to their table with two Sylvia's Uptowns (half sweet tea, half lemonade). "You know what you want?" She awaited for their answers. They both looked at each other, scanning down to one another's lips. Syd then looked down and smiled a little, "Yes, can I get the country style slab bacon and eggs with home fries please? And a order of fried chicken to go once we get done." The waiter wrote the order on her pad, "Okay ma'am. And you, sir?" "Lemme get the southern fried chicken and grits with eggs." "Okay. I'll have that out in a sec. Let me know if you need anything."

Syd and Erik spent some time just looking at each other. Not really sure what to say. He broke their silence, again. "So, uh..about earlier I--" "No.. No.. it was me. I let my thoughts run my actions and before I knew it, things got a little hot and heavy." "So..what does that mean?" he crossed his arms awaiting her response. "I mean, it's obvious that I like you too Erik. I've been fighting it. Fighting it off with work.." "Fighting it off with that niggaaa.." He adds. She reached across the table and shoved him, he dramatically fell back and slid down the booth. "No but really, I just.. I don't want things to go at a pace I'm not ready for. Especially today." She looked out of the window as a tear fell down her face. He reached out to wipe her tear and turn her face back to his, "Talk to me beauty. I'm right here." She smiled at the new nickname he's given her for the day. "I just want us to build a genuine bond. I've been hella vulnerable with you today. More than I've been with anyone in a long time. Please don't make me regret it." He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink, "Never that."

"Okay here you are!" The waiter brought out all of their food as they practically drooled over the deliciousness that sat among them. She refilled their mason jars and added, "If you guys need anything else, just let me know." They both smiled in her direction as they unwrapped their silverware. They spent their time eating talking about their short times they spent with their parents. All of the fun times that they both shared with them and how each of them met their demise. Syd told Erik that both of her parents worked at the World Trade Center Plaza. Her father worked in the South Tower on the eightieth floor, her mother worked in the Marriott World Trade Center. She started to struggle through the story, he held her hand to comfort her, "It's okay, just breathe through it. You have to talk about it to get through it." She inhaled and nodded her head, "From what my mom told me, the plane hit the North tower first, she saw it and automatically ran out of her job to the South tower. She called my dad and... He picked up, told her that he was taking the stairs, he was on the way down. He knew..... He knew another one was gonna hit his tower..and then.." She breathed again as she looked up, trying to stop the tears, "The other plane hit his tower. The line went dead. My mom tried to get in the building, I don't know-- I guess to try to save my dad. But it was a lot of stairwells and she didn't know which one he was on and it was so many people trying to get out. She wanted to save her husband. She realized that it was too late once the NYFD got to the scene and they got her out of the building, all she could do was....watch the buildings burn. Then...the tower that he was in collapsed." Syd exhaled and sniffled a bit, continuing, "My mom passed six years later. From a lung condition--inhaling burned materials from the buildings. So I lost them both from 9-11." Erik sat beside her and held her to his chest again, "You never told anyone about this, have you?" she looked up at him, "No. I didn't want to, for a long time. But grieving them never got any better. Most days, I try to push it off. But on their birthdays and September 11, every year...I can't ignore it." She snuggled back into his chest. He kissed the top her head. "Thank you for sharing this with me. I understand..shhhhh..I'm so sorry Syd. I'm sorry this happened to you." She finally gained her composure, they silently came to that understanding. He moved back to his seat as they continued eating.

"My baba, he was my hero. Everything I wanted to be. My mom passed away giving birth to me. So from then until I was eleven, it was me, my baba, and my Uncle James. We lived in Oakland my whole life, but my baba would tell me about Wakanda, his home; all the time. One night, I was playing basketball with my friends across the street from our building. Next thing I knew, I saw this big ass glow over an overcast. It was kind of purple..so I knew something was off. I ran up the steps and..M--My baba. He was laid out. Alone. There was blood everywhere. All I could do was scream and hold his lifeless body in my hands." Syd held his hands and cried with him. "When we cleared out the apartment, I found a secret compartment with this--" he dug his chains out of his shirt and singled out the linked chain with the ring on it. "--and a book, all written in our native tongue, Xhosa. I'm still trying to decipher through it all but..One thing I do know is that my baba was murdered. Murdered by the one person that was supposed to have his back the most." Erik shook his head as he clinched his jaw. Syd wiped his tears, "It's okay N'Jadaka. Breathe, remember?" He nodded and inhaled, "My Uncle from back home..Wakanda.. he took the only thing I had left in the world away from me." Syd scaled back, "Your uncle? James?" Erik sniffled and shook his head. "Nah. Different uncle." "So..you do have other family, but he killed your dad?" "Yup. And left me alone. I was left to bounce from group home to group home until I aged out. Then I joined the Navy. At first, it was so I could have a place to live. Then I gained a family with my crew." He mustered a smile at his Navy days. "I joined the seals my second year in, I left after my fourth to go to school."

By then, they both finished their plates as the waiter came by to collect them. "Should I go ahead and get those to-go orders?" They reached across the table, wiping each other's tears. "Yeah. Please?" Syd mustered up a slight giggle to lighten the mood.--They walked back outside into the storm, Erik walked to the right, assuming they were going back home. Syeda stood at the door. "Beauty, what you doing? Let's go." She looked back at him blinking, "Nah. We going this way." She walks in the opposite direction. He scurries back over to her, "Where we going?" "You'll see." They walk down the historic Malcom X Blvd as she told him the backstory about how Malcolm used to live on the block before he converted and how much he helped the community of Harlem afterward. They stopped in front of the subway entrance. "Now you tryna get me eaten up by a huge alligator or somethin'! I'm not going in there Syeda!" She pulled his arm, "Nigga it's the subway not a sewer! It may smell fucked up sometimes but it's not that serious. C'mon!" They went from the 125th Street Station to 33rd Street Station, they ran up the stairs to see the booming area that is Korea town. Erik's head swayed back and forth trying to keep up with the thousands of people walking by him, he finally moved his eyes back to Syd's, "I figured Zig hasn't shown you around, so...This is New York." They walked down Broadway as the lights from the screens became brighter and brighter the more they walked. Erik marveled at all of the different faces he saw. Syd pulled him through the busy sidewalks and cross walks until she stopped in between Broadway and West 43rd Street. "This..is Times Square."

Erik stopped in his tracks when he heard her, and spun around to see the huge digital screens where the huge New Years ball sits on that special count down that he sees every year on TV. He looked over to his right to see more screens and looked up where the old TRL studio was. "This is amazing." Syd smiled at his astonishment. She's taken a few friends she made in college from out of state to the same spot and she gets the same reaction, every time. She lets him look in amazement as she typed in her phone, "C'mon we got one more place to go."

By the time the Uber found them, it was 5:45PM. The rain stopped and she wanted to go the place she hasn't been to since she was a kid. The driver didn't announce their destination, at her request via text. He just drove. "Where we going now babe?" She linked her arm into his, "You'll see, N'jadaka. You always ask this many questions when you go out?" "Only when I don't know where I'm going! Shit!" She laughed at him and placed her head on his shoulder. He pulled her in closer and they sat in silence the rest of their twenty minute ride. The car stopped, "Alright, here you are!" Syd thanked the driver and Erik stepped out of the car, waiting for her before he closed the door behind him. He looked around, lost. "Uhhh..Where are we?" She rolled her eyes, "Well.. I was gonna take you to Ellis Island, but it's raining and I'm sure the faeries are closed. So..I took you to the next best place. She held his hand as they walked for what was only a couple of minutes, They stopped at the 9/11 memorial. Syd did something that no one has ever done to Erik. Shocked him twice in one day. "I haven't been here since the buildings stood. I couldn't. But I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather be here with.." She held his hand tighter. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'm honored." They walked around the South tower memorial in silence as her fingers traced over all of the names of the fallen men and women until she found his name, "Saleem Pedro Diaz" her other hand moved to her mouth as her finger traveled to the name next to it, "Valerie Nadeen Diaz" Erik moved closer to see what she was gasping at. "My mommy..baba." She moved her finger over to their respective names. "I didn't know they put both of their names on here.." She looked up to the sky, "Alhamd-lilah!" She dug a picture out of her bag of her and her parents on Ellis Island. She kissed it and left it by their names. She whispered, "I love you baba, mama." and she made her way back to Erik. He was taking in the scene of the entire memorial as she had her moment with her parents...then he thought to himself. By the time she was back by his side he told her, "I'll be back. Gimmie a second." He walked over to where her parents names were. She took a picture of him kneeling by the area and saved it as her screensaver. She then saw him nodding as he walked back to her. "Alright beauty, let's get you home."

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Translation: Alhamd-lilah - Thank You God!

PSA: All characters are fictional, this was in no way made to disrespect the thousands of lives lost on that day, nor the lives affected by it.

Also, Rest in Heaven Stan Lee. Thank you for bringing all of our Marvel characters that we love so much to life. 🙏🏾

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