Just Some Sero Practice ‘cause The Boy Makes Me Happy

braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)

— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts

— made em real cute for y’all

— ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls

the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.

it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.

like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"

"are you ok, think lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as she shook his head stuttering.

"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.

"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.

he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"

you looked at with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.

"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.

you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.

it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"

this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.

soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.

after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.

"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.

for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch.”

"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"

"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.

"…no"

since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.

"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"

"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.

"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.

"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.

he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"

"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.

miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.

after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.

you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.

miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.

"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sign came from his mouth.

not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for my miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.

he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"

"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"

"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.

walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"

"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."

you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.

"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."

and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"

"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"

once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"

"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.

taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start

"you ready baby?" he said nothing.

"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—

there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.

swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.

"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."

stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.

"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.

running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”

"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.

"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.

"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.

"um-! when the hell did you take that??"

— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji

— 🩷

— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞

— tbh it could easily be both

— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm

I miss friendly neighborhood spider-man!sero :(

★﹒₊‧ more sero headcanons bc i'm in love w him

in middle school he started puberty before everyone meaning he had bad acne before everyone else too :/ and he was so insecure about it that he would drown his skin in chemicals so much so that it just got worse until his sister (i also hc that he is the 2nd oldest of 5 BIG FAMILY) went into his room and saw all those damn products that doesn't do shit so she took him to a dermo and got him on some actual good shit that help. but he does still have light purple-ish acne scars on the bottom of his cheeks which are pretty faint but but look so good in him.

like i said he had a rlly big family. 5 siblings (including him) and he's the 2nd oldest. it goes his oldest sister(19), sero(16), twin boys (10), and a sister (2). his older sister is in her first year at uni studying to be a pharmacist and she has a very calm and inviting presence. like you just instantly feel safe with her and want to tell her all your secrets. denki 100% tried to hit on her the first time he went to his house over break. the two twins are rowdy as hell. they absolutely destroy the house on the regular and sero finds himself cleaning it up before his parents get home. (sweetest boy ever) his youngest sister is only two but she is prefect. yk the whole 'terrible 2's' thing most kids go through? yeah not her. she's so quiet and amused by everything around her she only cries when he's REALLY hungry or she's hurt/scared. sero and his brothers are also so protective over her and def will be when she gets older. his parents work so incredibly hard to keep their children happy. his dad owns a dinner in their small town and his mom is a teaches english and AP european literature at a private high school.

his music taste is all over the board. i can see him liking bands like valley, coin and artist like frank ocean or/and tyler the creator, especially when he's in a love sick mood.

i feel like he eats the most clean out of the bakusqaud. like bakugou eats gel they but he also downs those ultra spicy ramen packet things. not that sero is trying to be healthy i just don't think he cares for/likes junk food that much. like hell only eat junk food if he's out with friends and they stop at like some place.

also he played basketball in middle school and he was GOOD AT IT TOO! idk how basketball works but ik he was good as hell. ik canonically he's not very popular but i'm ignoring that bc in my head sero is popular. not like he's hanging out with ppl, partying 24/7 or in drama type of popular, just like everyone knows him and tells him bacially everything. he's your girlfriends "guy bestie🥺" and he knows all the drama. HES A FLIRT TOO i don't remember if i mentioned that in my last post or not but it's worthy mentioning twice.

thank u for reading ♥︎

man,,, ims o tired flmlflg

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KEIKAWA — SELFSHIP MOODBOARD !

@serosluv2 + oikawa

YES ! YES ! OCHAKO CONTENT !!

Can you do something with Ochako and a fem!reader please?? And it being fluff??

(this is going to be pretty short— but then again, you said “something” so 😭 here it is)

you were ochako’s awakening.

which— ochako feels bad about, occasionally. she doesn’t really know why she feels bad, but she does.

maybe it was because she took a second longer in moving her hand, when she caught you as you were about to fall.

maybe it was because her stare lingered a little longer on you, when she caught a glimpse of you drinking water, and a droplet of water managed to escape the encases of your mouth— trailing down to your neckline like a quick stream.

maybe it was because her heart twinged in green jealousy, when she saw you laugh with a girl that looked like a supermodel, when she saw denki wrap an arm around your shoulders like nothing.

she knew it wasn’t because she thought you didn’t belong to anyone else (which was strange to her, because you weren’t dating her— or anyone for that matter) but it was because she wanted you to do all of those things. make you laugh, wrap an arm around your shoulder— the whole mile.

maybe it was because she was generous in her stares— this time on your eyes. the way they looked so.. pretty, and were bedazzled in whatever emotion you were feeling at that moment. ochako now understood the true value of that saying that went “your eyes are the windows to your soul.”

it’s just a saying— ochako knows that, and she’s not exactly the most in touch with literature, and poetry. she’s appreciative, but not poetic. yet ochako wishes she could lean in, and read every single thing your eyes say. ochako wishes she could lock those sayings into her heart.

maybe it was because she was a little too eager in asking you if you’ve kissed anyone before, or it was because she was a little too eager in answering your question— which mirrored hers.

maybe it was because she was quick to smash her lips against yours, as soon as her feelings were fully acknowledged— way before the elephant was actually addressed.

ochako felt bad, knowing you were her awakening towards her attraction towards women— because she simply thirsted stared at you, and paid more attention to you, than she would’ve to anyone else.

but can she really feel bad, knowing that her same exact feelings are reciprocated?

new official Bisco Hatori art

2022 really is an Ouran year

TOKEPOSTS!! WRITE A FWB WITH THIRD YEAR! SERO X STRAIGHT A READER AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!

⁀➷ EXTRA CREDIT | S. HANTA

Top of their class, but all Sero can think about is them on top of him.

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