#sorry again to anyone following me for anything specific 💀

[skyafied]

Guys is cringe dead. Be so for real with me right now this fic is the only thing keeping me afloat at the moment

Inspired by chapter 9 of Footwork [MHA if it was Awesome]

On that note I LOVE IT WHEN CROSSOVERS ARE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. OH I AM SOOOOO NORMAL ABOUT THIS FIC RIGHT NOW. IT HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN 4 YEARS BUT IM NOT GIVING UP HOPE 💪💪💪

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: when Maddie had mentioned to Wally her plan to follow Simon when he confronted you, Wally had supported her one hundred and ten percent. after all, he'd always been sure there was more to you than met the eye.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.3

Wally had had his suspicions about you since your sophomore year.

Not that he'd admitted it to anyone, not after forty years of disappointment when looks that had seemed deliberate had just been coincidence.

He'd been entering the assembly hall, alone, no one ahead of or behind him, as you were leaving. The presence of the freshman and sophomore gym instructors suggested some kind of group activity had just taken place, corroborated by the ruddiness of your cheeks and the damp ends of your hair.

You'd been fingering through the pile of loose papers you'd held, a look of deep concentration on your face, and had just been about to walk into through Wally when—

"S'cuse me."

You'd sidestepped him on your way out without looking up. It'd taken him so off-guard that he'd failed to react. By the time he'd thought to go after you, it'd been too late. You'd caught up to your friends and had turned the corner just as Mr. Martin had called out to him, gesturing Wally over to join the others for that afternoon's session.

The following day, he'd tracked you down; hovered over you during first period, slid into the unoccupied space at your lunch table, and even sat with you when you'd stayed behind after school to work in the library. He'd done everything he could think of to garner a reaction from you, from monologuing through your Math quiz—he'd felt guilty about your C- for a week afterward—to jumping out from the shadows when you weren't looking and yelling in your ear.

Nothing. No missteps or wide eyes or held breaths, n o t h i n g. Not even a twitch.

He would've let the whole thing go and never thought about you again had it not been for the rare—albeit could be serendipitous—responses you sometimes let slip.

Like the time he'd scooted his chair right into your space, knee pressed against yours under the table in the library. Wally had draped an arm along the back of your seat, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the plastic (Frida's I Know There's Something Going On, sped up to match the tempo of Wally's restlessness). You'd been hunched over Slaughterhouse-Five, Wally reading over your shoulder, when he'd noticed your hand.

Specifically, an angry-looking scar that crawled along the bone beneath your pinky, from knuckle to wrist. Too pale to be recent, but too visible to have happened in the distant past. He'd acted without thinking, traced the fingers of his free hand down the length of the scar, and muttered, "What happened to you, pretty girl?"

When he'd glanced at your face, you'd been staring at your hand, expression tight as if reliving the moment you'd incurred the wound.

It didn't have to mean anything, Wally could've chalked it up to right question, right time, except that you'd suddenly shoved your chair back, the angry scrape of metal against linoleum drawing the librarian's attention, and had gathered your things in a hurry.

You'd been upset. And though Wally couldn't be sure, he'd felt that it'd been his fault. You'd pivoted toward him, stopped, changed your mind halfway through the motion, and repositioned yourself to slip around your chair the other way. An action Wally had been too apologetic to count as a victory.

He'd stumbled after you, watched you seek out your friend—Xavier, Wally recalled—in the music room and ask for a lift home.

"No questions asked." You'd told Xavier, like some sort of code that, given how the other people around him reacted, only Xavier could decipher.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again!" Wally had been so close to...to something. Maybe not a full admission or a conversation or a just-for-him smile, but something. Something real. He'd just wanted to experience someone who hadn't been encouraged to write their own obituary, fuck, had he really screwed up that bad?

You'd climbed into Xavier's truck and leaned your head against the window. Eyes, watery and filled with sorrow, fixed purposefully above Wally's head in what Wally had interpreted as a final plea to be left alone.

So, wrought with guilt and confusion and a splintered sense of loss, that had been the last time Wally had sought you out in pursuit of uncovering whatever magic you might've possessed...

...Until yesterday. He'd intercepted Maddie when she'd been marching toward the cafeteria, clearly on a mission as she'd bobbed and weaved through the lunch rush of students to keep up with her guy friend.

"What's going on?" Wally had asked, following Maddie's gaze as she'd surveyed guy-friend leaning over to talk to someone. When guy-friend had moved aside to let that someone stand, Wally had been pleasantly surprised to see it'd been you.

"Simon's going to talk to her." Maddie had explained, "I...overheard him telling Nicole."

Wally hadn't known who Nicole was. Regardless, "Cool. You think it's about how you died?"

"Yeah.    Sure." Maddie had moved to trail you and Simon, spun around at the last second to face Wally, and said, "I don't know yet. It could be nothing." She'd started to walk backward, waved stiffly, "I'll. See you later."

It'd been a clear dismissal, a silent request for privacy, which Wally had been happy to oblige. Mostly. He'd stepped outside after counting to ten Mississippi and found a spot near the bike racks, curious about what you'd do when Maddie appeared in the bus shelter Simon had hustled you into.

Truthfully, Wally had expected that it wouldn't be much, given how you'd failed to react to him in the past, and he'd been right. You'd listened to Simon, appeared suitably confused, and then—

No way.

You'd looked directly at him. Had paused in skimming the area to look at him. There hadn't been anyone close enough to Wally for it to have been another fluke.

"She can see me." He'd gasped, shoving his hands in his pockets, and, fuck it, Maddie hadn't outright asked Wally not to get too close; a loophole Wally had been willing to exploit in favor of finally getting the truth out of you. He'd strode to the bus shelter, witnessed your demeanor visibly stiffen when he'd peered through the glass.

You could see him.

In his excitement, Wally had missed how Maddie had curled into herself on the bench like a wilted flower, and how Simon hadn't pressed any buttons on his phone to accept a call; Wally had been too preoccupied, practically floating after you as you'd returned to the school.

"Do what you want," He'd said, "but I'm not going anywhere until you admit it." It'd been a promise to himself that he'd voiced out loud. Belatedly, the words had hit his ears and he'd almost stuttered an apology at how threatening it'd sounded.

Almost. Because you'd been struggling with your lock, cheeks pinking, pillowy lower lip caught between your teeth; flustered and frustrated and oh so pretty. He hadn't been able to help himself, hand moving of its own volition, metal to a magnet, and he'd skimmed his fingers up the gentle curve of your spine, from your lower back to between your shoulder blades.

Your breath had hitched, perfect and sweet, and when had he leaned in? Your mouth closening as you'd slowly turned your head toward him. Wally had lifted his other hand to rest against your throat, thumb smoothing the soft underside of your jaw, heart pounding, warmth coiling low in his belly, twisting, needing—

💥BANG💥

Wally had jolted out of whatever trance he'd fallen into and stepped back, regarding your interaction with your curvy goth friend in a daze. That'd been weird. Well, the weirdest thing in a sea of weird things that Wally had encountered since his debut in the metaphysical world. It'd been hypnotic, his actions guided by invisible strings, brain taking a backseat while instinct took the wheel.

He'd never felt that kind of pull toward anyone, alive or dead.

What the hell?

Answers had had to wait, Wally unable to think up a good enough excuse to skip Group. Until he knew exactly what was going on, he didn't want to shine a stage light on you. So, he'd attended, participated as much as he'd thought would keep Mr. Martin and the others from suspecting anything, and had had to refrain from bolting like a bat out of hell as soon as Mr. Martin had released them.

He'd had to find you, figure this out, touch you, kiss you, taste you—but you'd been smart and, according to your curvy goth friend, you'd bailed on your last class, "To pick up shit for her mom. Seriously, she needs to reinforce her boundaries before I do it for her."

If that's how you wanted to play this, Alright, baby, we'll do this your way, Wally thought the next morning, stretching the sleep from his limbs. Whatever had happened when he'd touched you yesterday had affected you both, of that Wally was sure.

And if you'd felt even a third of what he had, he knew it wouldn't be long before you two were drawn together once again.

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PART TWO - PART FOUR

also available on AO3!

MATERLIST

[stormblessed95]

I have a big problem with ot7 army’s who act very very weird towards jimin and jungkook specifically when it’s both of them involved in something and I think it’s quite a problem too. Ot7 army’s insinuate anything to do with Jikook as shipping and it’s lowkey an insulting way to think because can’t you see their friendship outside of a sexual and romantic relationship, yk the funny thing about that is they ‘hate’ shipping the boys but they can’t see jimin and jungkook as just friends. It’s always about a ship with them and they can never let anyone enjoy the moment.

What triggered this thought was the response to this tweet where the interviewer asked a question where he mentions jimin and the response was so wholly negative and I get that he didn’t ask the best questions but if it was namjoon mentioned for example or maybe even taehyung I know and believe the response probably would’ve been entirely different. And adding onto that when the GMA host asked about jimin they were mad again? But like what do you honestly expect jimin was also in the country with jungkook so they’re gonna ask about the member he’s with. What really annoyed me was that I and the rest of the fandom were mad for different reasons I was annoyed because she outed that jimin was there and it wasn’t common knowledge but the rest were mad just simply because of the mentioning of his name….

I’ve seen it’s such a widespread thing amont majority of the fandom to diminish or ignore jimin and jungkooks bond or what they obviously have. I saw a popular tweet saying jimin could pull namjoon and I honestly believe that and the comments agreed and mentioned yoongi and taehyung a lot but not once jungkook… i questioned whether we’re seeing the same content because not one mention of jungkook THAT MAN IS WHIPPED for jimin😭it’s not even that big of a deal but it is since it’s such a popular thing. And also jimin went to nyc to support jungkook no army talked about it only jkkrs.

Sorry I’m just gonna have a rant about some other thing’s because this feels like a safe space.

I also wanted to talk about the lack of action against tkkrs especially by ot7 army’s. And I have watched this from once again a neutral point of view as someone who doesn’t indulge in shipping. Tkkrs legitimately run the fandom they make up at most 50% of it too. So wherever you go you will see atleast one taekooker and by now I would’ve thought they would decrease in numbers but they haven’t and they’re running wild. The YouTube videos they made of jimin, the tiktoks spreading mistranslations, the SA tweets they make about him and just all the verbal harassment as well as defamation. And when I see these things happen it’s a big big deal but it’s never talked about and the one time they did which was that one twitter space where this old lady was talking none of the accounts got banned 💀 and I had reported them each 20 times. They also had posts accusing jimin of harassing jungkook which are reportable but the account managed to stay up even after it got more than 1mil views on their hate tweet?. I don’t how the account still being up can be explained other than by the fact that barely anybody didn’t anything. And the grouping they do is outrageous

I get that some/quite a big of jikookers are bad but they have never done what tkkrs do and continue to do. They use it as deflection they say “all shippers” and never explicitly mention that literal cult.

And I used to follow this one army who had been exposed for being a jimin anti and friends with vile taekookers mind you they had 20k followers. This person liked tweets by vile jimin anti (not the anti ones themselves) and was in a gc with taekookers who while she was in there shat on Jimins name and hated him. And yet no ot7 army called them out only pjms and jikookers. They still have an extremely large following. As well people jumped to their defence even when they themselves had none??? But then I saw them giving hate too a jimin bias army who by the way had never been an anti but just didn’t post about other members as much. The energy is always directed in the wrong directions and I think it’s purposeful.

1. I'm an OT7 army and while there are quite a few of us doing what we can about tkkrs. The point is valid

2. I also saw that minimoni tweet and saw the lack of Jungkook mentioned 🤣 sigh

3. Rant posted

[makochi-furin]

RULES FOR REQUESTS

I don’t write NSFW. Like, I’ll add some pepper, but not any paprika. Make outs fade to black for me, I guess is what I’m saying. I’ll get them hot, but not bothered💀 If you’re unsure if your request is too smutty, just submit it anyways. I’m not judging you, and I won’t be offended. If it’s too much, I just won’t write it :)

I write with three structures:

HCs: these have more of my personality put in, and are a lot more scatterbrained. They’re the quickest and the easiest, and you can request up to three characters. I think my hcs are usually, roughly, about 1,000 words per character

Scenarios: These are pure writing with none of my personality, if you get what I mean. Just plain writing that follows a linear plot line. You can request up to two characters for these, and most of mine are anywhere from 1,500 to about 2,000 words

HC/Scenario Mix: this is a mixture of the two, with hcs that lead into a little drabble. They take the longest, so they tend to be over 3,000 words. As such, only one character at a time

I’m linking to examples: hc, scenario, hc/scenario mix

If you don’t specify what you want, I’m probably going to pick the one I think will work the best with your request. Please be mindful about the word count when you request. For example, I can’t really get 3,000 words out of something like “how he kisses you.”

If you’re requesting, try to be specific about what you want. I want to write you exactly what you want, so be specific if you’re looking for something specific. If you want me to take some creative freedom, that’s fine, too, but I want to give you what you want :)

Feel free to request extensions (or like, part twos, ig, lol). I love writing, and writing little things like this definitely passes the time and gets my creative juices flowing. If you ask for relationship hcs, and then read it and want me to expand on it, ask! I will do it

As far as requests, I’m willing to write pretty much anything that isn’t smut. Nothing really makes me uncomfortable, tbh. I have no triggers, so if you’re unsure, please just ask or send in the request. I promise you you’re not making me uncomfortable, or crossing a line :)

I will say, I’m not a Yandere writer. I love all these characters and I can see their flaws, so I’ll write about them being toxic in the ways I think they would be (although I fully believe they would all try to do better for you), but full on Yandere is not my thing

That’s pretty much it!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

Wind Breaker: pretty much anyone. My account is obviously themed with Wind Breaker (I’m sure you can guess my favorite character, lol), so ask away!

BSD: I’ll write for Chuuya, Dazai, and Akutagawa. Really love all three of them, and I’m willing to write literally anything for them

JJK: Pretty much just Gojo, Inumaki, and Toji. I’m a Gojo glazer and an Inumaki girly. I’m sorry, y’all. And Toji’s just too fucking funny. Again, will write pretty much anything for them💀 I’m down so bad

Demon Slayer: Giyuu, Obanai, and Sanemi. These mf are just SO cool. Catch me hyperventilating in the corner every time one of them pops up

[hussyknee]

I'm begging y'all to read this book 💀💀

---Excerpts under the cut--

Giddy from a rare sense of accomplishment, and swept along by a rush of something that was either optimism or masochism, I unlocked my phone and pinged a message to Oliver: do fake boyfriends fake text

I’m not sure what I was expecting in return, but what I got was Not when one of them is due in court. Including the punctuation. Which was mildly better than no reply at all, but mildly worse than a flat no since he’d basically said “No, thanks, also don’t forget I’ve got a better job than you.”

It was close to nine that evening, and I was eating kung po chicken in my socks, when he followed it up with Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve thought about it and we probably should text each other for the sake of verisimilitude.

I left him hanging for a while to show that I, also, had important life stuff to be getting on with. Never mind that I actually watched four episodes of Bojack Horseman and had a vindictive wank before replying Sorry to keep you waiting and no wonder you’re single if the second text you send a guy includes the word verisimilitude

There was no reply. Even though I sat around ’til half one definitely not caring. I was unexpectedly de-sleeped by a buzzing from my phone at 5:00 a.m.: My apologies. Next time, I’ll send a photograph of my penis.

And then several further buzzings.

That was a joke.

I should probably make it clear that I’m not intending to send you any pictures.

I’ve never sent that sort of thing to anybody.

As a lawyer, it’s hard not to be aware of the potential consequences.

I was awake now, which normally I’d have found profoundly objectionable. But you’d have to be a way better person than me not to enjoy the hell out of Oliver losing his shit over a purely hypothetical dick pic.

I also realise you’re probably asleep at the moment. So perhaps if you could just delete the previous five messages when you wake up.

Of course, I should emphasise that I am not meaning to imply any judgment about people who do choose to send intimate photographs to one another. It’s just not something I’m comfortable with.

Of course if it is something you’re comfortable with, I understand.

Not that I’m suggesting you have to send me a picture of your penis.

Oh God, can you please delete every text I’ve ever sent you.

The influx of messages paused just long enough that I could pop off a reply. Sorry I’m confused am I getting a dick pic or what

No!

There was another pause. Then, I’m very embarrassed, Lucien. Please don’t make it worse.

I honestly don’t know what possessed me. Maybe I felt sorry for him. But he had kind of, admittedly accidentally, made my morning? I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow

Thank you.

Okay, now I wish I hadn’t bothered. Except a second or two later, I got: I’m looking forward to seeing you too.

...

And while that felt better, it was, if anything, even more confusing.

“There’s still time to catch the last Tube,” he went on, “or I can call you a cab, if you like.”

“It’s fine. I can grab an Uber if I need to.”

“I’d rather you didn’t. Their business model is deeply unethical.”

I rolled my eyes. “I think we’ve just worked out why nobody’s going out with you.”

“Because I don’t use Uber? That seems fairly specific.”

“Because you’ve got an opinion about everything.”

“Don’t most people have opinions?”

At least I wasn’t thinking about kissing him anymore. “I don’t mean opinions like ‘I enjoy cheese.’ Or ‘John Lennon is overrated.’ I mean opinions like ‘You shouldn’t use Uber because of the workers’ and ‘You shouldn’t eat meat because of the environment.’ You know, opinions that make people feel bad about themselves.”

He blinked. “I don’t want anyone to feel bad about themselves or that they have to make the same choices I do—”

“Oliver, you just told me not to get an Uber.”

“Actually, I said I’d rather you didn’t get an Uber. You can still get an Uber if you want to.”

“Yeah”—somehow we’d got all close again, making me aware of the heat of him, the shapes his mouth made when he was arguing with me—“except you’ll look down on me if I do.”

“No, I won’t. I’ll accept you don’t have the same priorities I do.”

“But your priorities are clearly right.”

His brow furrowed. “I think now I’m confused. If you agree with me, what’s the problem?”

“Okay.” I drew in a calming breath. “Let me try to explain. Most of the people who aren’t you understand that capitalism is exploitative and climate change is a problem and that choices we make can support things that are bad or unjust. But we survive by a precarious strategy of not thinking about it. And reminding us of that makes us sad, and we don’t like being sad, so we get angry.”

“Oh.” He looked crestfallen. “I can see that being terribly unappealing.”

“It’s also kind of admirable,” I admitted reluctantly. “In a really infuriating way.”

“I don’t mean to cherry-pick, but did you just call me admirable?”

“You must have imagined it. And now, ironically, I’ll have to get an Uber because I can’t make the train and I’ve got no cash for a cab.”

He cleared his throat. “You could stay the night if you wanted.”

“Wow, you are seriously committed to me not supporting Uber’s business model.”

“No, I just thought it might be… That is.” A self-conscious little shrug. “For the sake of verisimilitude.”

“Who do you think is going to notice where I sleep? Do you think we’re being monitored by the FBI?”

“I believe surveillance outside the United States is more likely to be carried out by the CIA, but actually I was mostly considering the paparazzi.”

That was a fair point. They’d caught me leaving various people’s houses on various mornings down the years.

“And it would be no inconvenience,” he added awkwardly. “I have a spare toothbrush, and can sleep on the sofa.”

“I can’t make you sleep on the sofa in your own house.”

“I can’t make you sleep on the sofa when you’re a guest.”

There was a long silence.

“Well,” I pointed out, “if neither of us can sleep on the sofa, then either I go home or…”

Oliver faffed with a sleeve of his jumper. “I think we’re mature enough to share a bed without incident.”

If you're not reading Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall, you should be. I'm a 100 pages in and in absolute splits. Top-tier British queer comedy. 💀💀

(I'm also convinced the character the protag is trying to hook up with is autistic as hell.)

“No. God no. My mother’s French.”

“Ah. Lucien, then.” He said it perfectly, too, with the half-swallowed softness of the final syllable, smiling at me—the first full smile I’d seen from him, and shocking in its sweetness. “Vraiment? Vous parlez français?”

There’s really no excuse for what happened next. I think maybe I just wanted him to keep smiling at me. Because for some reason I said, “Oui oui. Un peu.”

And then, to my horror, he rattled off God knew what.

Leaving me to scrape the bottom of the barrel of my GCSE French, for which I’d received a D. “Um…um… Je voudrais aller au cinema avec mes amis? Ou est la salle de bain?”

Utterly perplexed, he pointed. So I was obliged to go the bathroom.

When I slunk back, he immediately confronted me with “You don’t speak French at all, do you?”

“No.” I hung my head. “I mean, my mother used both when I was growing up, but I still turned out stubbornly monolingual.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?”

“I…don’t know. I guess I assumed you didn’t speak French either?”

“Why on earth would I imply I could speak French, when I couldn’t?”

I stuffed a teetering forkful of pie into my mouth. “You’re right. That would be a deranged thing to do.”

[princessozera]

*SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE TYPING*

MC 

PLEASE

STOP FOR HALF A SECOND TO THINK BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING 

(bold will be MC texting, all else is brothers)

🌇Outing to the Devildom’s shopping district🌇

“Guys! Slow down, I can’t see any of you anymore!”

“What do you mean MC? We’re still in Majolish, Asmo is trying on more pants.”

“Well then who was I just following for the last 5 minutes?”

🚑Devildom’s healthcare system🚑

“Hey you guys, do I have health insurance as an exchange student? Or is a hospital visit all out of my own pocket?”

“Our hospitals actually don’t charge, they’re all directly funded under an initiative that Diavolo undertook 4 centuries ago.”

“MC, is this a hypothetical question.”- Satan, already knowing that it is not.

“ :) “

“MC.” “MC!” “MC where are you.” “MC!!!” “What happened” “MC! 🤬🤬”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, the banister broke my fall.”

“and maybe a rib, idk yet”

.

🥧Gourmet Cuisine🥧

“Wow, when I ordered the apple seed pie from Ristorante Six, I didn’t expect it to be filled with actual apple seed concentrate”

“Oh, was it not good? I’ll buy you a hellfire cheesecake if you give me the rest of the pie.”

“Wait, the apple SEED pie? MC, isn’t that filling the concentrated cyanide from apple seeds?”

“ 😔 I got gotted 😭😫”

.

 🤸‍♂��Devildom clubs🤹‍♀️

“Why didn’t you guys tell me that the Devildom had clubs for adults! You know I’ve been struggling to make friends outside of the House of Lamentation!”

“.... Because we don’t?”

“Yes you do! A couple of demons from school came up to talk to me about it and they brought me to their club house to show me around💖 ”

“They have this really cool wall decor, the symbols are mesmerizing!”

“They’re all so badass! They have a lot of human artifacts actually! Knunchucks, throwing stars, iron pipes, switch blades and butterfly knives! They’re taking me to meet their captain”

“I might have joined a gang🤡💀💀 ”

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⚠Necessary information⚠

“Hey, do you guys remember when you told me about the 8 levels of the Devildom/Hell?”

“Yeah, to reach the human world. What about them?”

“Is there like specific way to access them? Is it like a portal you open, or a specific place you have to go?”

“Nah, you’d have to track down a mirror portal. They appear randomly and actually don’t last that long. Creepy looking honestly”

“MAMMON. WHY WOULD YOU TELL THEM THAT”- Everyone in the brother’s only groupchat.

“...Do these mirrors happen to be framed in gold with no reflection, only a dark purple heavy mist swirling in the glass?”

“MC, DO NOT TOUCH THAT MIRROR”x5

“Should have mentioned in my first message that the issue is no longer time sensitive. On a completely unrelated note, how would one go about leaving the 8 levels?”

.

🚓We really should have covered this :/  🚓

“ Hey guys, is anyone available right now?”

“I am.”

“Me too.”

“I’m not busy, what do you need MC?”

“I’m sorry, but could you come meet me at the police station? Something happened.”

“YOU WERE ARRESTED? LMAOO”

“HEY THEY STABBED ME FIRST!”

“STABBED!?”

“Again?”

“MC WE DON’T HAVE POLICE IN THE DEVILDOM.”

“THEN WHERE THE FUCK AM I BEING TAKEN ?????”

((Masterlist))

[queenofallimagines]

mayb oikawa, suga and tendou with their black!s/o having to deal with a racist bully? and she's considering to straighten her hair because of it? sorry if this is too specific 🥺🥺

Ngl this gave me war flashbacks to my just for me perm days💀

But Issa wrap for the racist BC these three love to scrap

Tendou:

- he already has a short fuse for bullying

- But bullying his s/o? Oh he’s gunna snap frfr

- The racist better hope they don’t get caught in the act

- BC he will flash them that terrifying smile before punching their lights out

- If it’s in school and he can’t fight then he will roast them crispy in front of everybody

- Like everyone will be shocked

- But let’s say he didn’t catch them

- He will notice you feeling down and uncomfortable

- Will try to lift your spirits until he figures out what’s wrong

- If he hears through the grapevine that your being targeted he’s pissed

- He will find out who it is and be on that shit like white on rice

- Has the whole vb team as backup

- When he finds out you want to straighten your hair

- He’s heart broken

- You look so good with your hair in its natural state

- “You can straighten it if you want to but don’t do it because some racist shithead put you in a corner.”

- “I want you to be able to be yourself.”

- He’s been bullied based on appearance so to see you being in a similar position has him super heated

- He will confront this person and threaten them and their friends

- “Hahaha, if you ever do some shit like that to my s/o I can and will make your life hell.” And he says it In a creepy sing song voice

- He spends the following weeks telling you how beautiful and amazing your hair looks

- And how much he thinks your skin is beautiful

- “Melatonin popping!”

- “Satori It’s melanin.”

- “Well you make it look hot!”

- Will show you off even more

- Will get super flustered if you wear his jacket

- Is always thinking “Dam this hot piece of ass is all mine and I’m gunna cherish them.”

- Oh god let the racist be on an opposing team

- God rest in piss man

- He will absolutely destroy the other team

- The other members are Lowkey scared BC they’ve never seen Tendou like this before

- “,,,,, you good fam?”

- “Perfect! Let’s go off on their asses.”

Suga:

- sugar suga momma will loose his shit too

- He probably won’t catch the person in the act but if anyone tells him he will be seeing red immediately

- He’s gunna first and foremost pamper you with love and plenty of kisses

- “You’re absolutely beautiful and your skin color only adds to that.”

- In his eyes you’ve been blessed

- ‘Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls Your back against the world I never trade you for anybody else’

- He will make sure you feel beautiful if it’s the last thing he does

- “Sugar, who is bothering you.”

- He says it so softly but you definitely hear the underlying threat in his voice

- He will pull up and daichi and Asahi and go tf off

- Jacks them up by their shirt and smiles

- That smile is anything but nice

- He’s like 10 seconds away from kicking ass but the other two are holding him back

- “If i ever find out that you’re bothering my s/o again. I will personally make sure you can’t do anything anymore. Okay?”

- The person will apologize to you tomorrow morning LMAO

- Straightening your hair? Nah

- He hides all that shit

- You gon get frustrated with him but he’s chilling

- “You’re not going to do it unless you want to. Some loser isn’t going to influence your decision. I won’t let them.”

- He will offer to help with your hair

- Couple activities

- He likes doing puff ya BC he can run his fingers through all of your hair

- “I use leave in first right?”

- Has been secretly watching you do your wash n go’s so he knows how to help

- Can actually do pretty decent twists

- “See? Isn’t that much better?”

Oikawa:

- okay so what if it’s his fan girls

- Overused trope? In my house? Absolutely

- He might accidentally catch them

- A snide comment here and there

- He’s way too shocked to even fight them lmao

- He will ask if you’re Gucci first

- Spends weeks building your confidence

- “I mean I look good but have you seen my beautiful s/o? Absolutely gorgeous.”

- “Dam you see how they look during golden hour? Immaculate!”

- He will smother you in love and kisses

- There is no escape

- He will suggest hair styles

- “These faux locs would look great on you.”

- This clown probably snitches to iwaizumi’s mom lmao

- (If you don’t know my hc is that She’s black and a hair stylist)

- will buy you expensive hair products

- “Dam how did that deep conditioner get there???”

- You’re now allowed to chage your hair and he will force it

- He can be aggressively loving

- If you snap at him he will snap back

- “But I’m not about to let you conform to European beauty standards. So go take out that twist out and we can go get dinner.”

- Takes you to pubic dates to show you off on purpose

- Depending on how you joke around with each other he will call you chocolate

- “ how are you doing today my beautiful dark skin chocolate Nubian royalty.”

- “Okay clown Let’s go back to the circus.”

- Will also help with hair

- He has those magic setter fingers so he can cornrow super fast without missing a beat

- Has iwaizumi help him heat up the racist

- would probably buy you an actual crown to wear