Y’all Really Weren’t Listening When Taylor Said So I Wander Through These Nights, I Prefer Hiding

Drawing the piercings sero has in my head

Nose, eyebrow, lip, ear

hii! if youre still taking requests could i either get headcanons or drabble for sero x fem!reader who’s quirk is related to healing (and she has angel wings)?

tysm!!! if your requests are closed please ignore this :) <3

★﹒₊‧sero w an angel / healer s/o

< hiii thank i sm for requesting anon!! i did a short little hc and drabble bc i couldn't think of much but i hope you like this ! :)>

angelic.

only work to describe you. not only do you literally look like an angle !! but you using your quirk to help other people is so heroic to him.

he loves to hug you from behind but his arms go around your hips more than your waist

he really likes when y'all are cuddling and you wrap your wings around him too 🥺🥺 he melts. he feels so safe in those moments.

*ok so in this little hc you're not in the hero course but instead you kinda intern under recovery girl some days

he makes sure to get a little tossed around by bakugou on days he knows you work in the nurse office, just to see you.

he literally gets hurt just so you can fix him up. (it's never bad at all !! it's just a couple bits maybe. he mostly exaggerates)

< "come on man! just do it real quick." sero whisper shouted at bakugou. "i'm not going to punch you so you can go see your little girl friend. that's seriously disturbing." sero relaxes in his stance in front of the blonde. "yeah yeah whatever. i'll go ask midoryia, he'll give me a harder punch too" he said too nonchalantly. "THE HELL-"

and that's how sero hanta, a 16 year old man ended up walking proudly to recovery girls office with a nice fresh balck eye. "good afternoon sweetheart!" he says knocking on the frame of the door as he walks in. "hi han- OMFG what happened !!" you almost drop your chart and rush to his side. grabbing his arm and steadily trying to lay him down on the beds. "mmm just a little something something." he replied, smiling like an absolute dork. you sat him up and put on his self made playlist on your phone, at a low volume as you cleaned up any dirt and bacteria that was most likely around his bruise. as you were sobbing his cheek with a red slit across it, you asked him how the hell this happened? "oh yk. just a little uh, miscommunication ? between bakugou and i." you pulled back and gave him a look. "miscommunication, huh? mm" you went back to cleaning and you started bad mouthing this bakugou character, who you've never formally met. "i dont get why you hang around him. he seems like an absolute ass. all i ever hear is how abrasive he his, and-", "no no y/n sweetie," he interupts you. "he's not that bad at all. most of the time we do stuff to get this rise outta him." he closes his eyes, expecting you to go back to icing his wound. "huh... and was this just one of those pranks gone wrong?" you ask rolling your eyes but when you meet sero's apologetic expression, like a child being caught stealing candy, it tells you all you need. "YOU INSTOGATED THIS ! sero honey, you got hurt !! you can't be putting yourself in harms way just to get a couple laughs in" you place your hands over his eye and activate your quirk. after a good two minutes standing there, you let go and his eyes fluttered open. revealing it perfectly healed. "mmm i feel better already" he states with that lovesick smile. "thank you, sweetness." he pulls you in by your waist and pecks your cheek. "yeah yeah, what am i here for" you say rolling your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck.

★﹒₊‧ hq! & mha! characters & kissing tropes i love !!

enemies to lovers kissing in the rain passionately because you're just so tired of the "hating game" ⤸ tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, semi, suna, atsumu, bakugou, monoma, shinso

the longggg slow burn pinning after one another and when they finally, FINALLY get to kiss you, they stay there with their eyes closed for a bit longer wanting to live in that exact moment forever... ⤸ hinata, suga, noya, tanaka, oikawa, kenma, lev, osumu, yamaguchi, kageyama, izuku, denki, kirishima,

slow and soft kissing with their hand tangling in your hair... ⤸ daichi, kurro, bokuto, akaashi, tsukishima, iwazumi, mattsunwaka, yaku, yamaguchi, sero, bakugou, kirishima, iida,

staring at your lips and visibly breathing slightly heavy, hand twitching as he wants to badly to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and then YOU gently capture his lips and he's melting into you... ⤸ bokuto, yamaguchi, suna, kageyama, lev, kenma, izuku, denki, todoroki, sero

thank u for reading ♥︎ also idk if i tagged alll of them but wtv

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

suna’s gaze is glued to his phone’s screen as he scrolls with his thumb. his eyelids feel heavy, closing them and getting lost in his dreams has never seemed like a better idea; his body feels heavy after the long match he had this day. he nods off for a few seconds, then jerks awake, trying to keep his burning eyes open.

letting out a long sigh, he sits up on the hotel bed and stretches out his sore muscles. his gaze wanders to the clock on the wall; it’s past midnight, yet he’s still awake, ignoring the early practice in the morning. time zones suck, he thinks, laying flat on his back again.

you, in another continent, woke up later than usual. your mind still feels hazy from just getting up, as you unlock your phone you squint at the sudden brightness. you have a few unread messages from your boyfriend, wishing you good night; you passed out right after texting him. you form a small smile on your lips, as you type with your fingers.

you: good morning <3

you send the message and you don’t expect any answer; it’s late there, he’s exhausted and hopefully asleep.

rintaro dozes off again; he can’t help it, his eyelids feel too heavy. however, when he hears the familiar notification sound go off, he reaches for his phone with eyes closed. he doesn’t bother with answering your message, just clicks on the call option. a few seconds go by, and your pretty face appears on his screen; his lips tug into a small smile from seeing you.

“why are you awake?” you ask while putting your phone on your desk. he’s laying on his side, you can clearly tell he’s about to fall asleep.

“i wanted to wish you good morning,” he answers with a sleepy voice, and yawns right after.

“babe, you have practice in the morning,” you shake your head, trying to hold back the happy smile on your lips. “go to sleep now.”

“wait,” he holds up a finger, “good morning, baby.”

“good morning to you, too.” you are grinning now; he’s too sweet for his own good. “now, go to sleep.”

“do we have to hang up?” he asks, while putting his phone in an angle where you can still see him.

“no,” you chuckle, and watch him shift in his bed. suna is facing towards you, slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep in a matter of minutes. you never felt a bigger urge to kiss someone before.

oh my god.

devil hunter/bomb devil bkg?????? yes. !!!

★﹒₊‧types of crushees they are

sero hanta is very relaxed and composed around you in a big group but once y'all are alone or secluded in any way, boy is a mess. prays you don't try to talk to him bc he will not be able to respond or will say something totally irrelevant or odd in the conversation. hell then stay up at night thinking of how utterly STUPID what he said was. he thinks you guys are soulmates because you always run into each other at the most random times. coming back from the bathroom, walking back to the dorms after shower, in the kitchen, etc..

izuku midoriya thinks he's pretty lowkey. he has this idolized version of you in his head where he thinks your so cool and pretty (u are) that you couldn't possibly have any idea who he is. (like babe ur literally one of the top hero students, ik who u are) he becomes completely flabbergasted when you say his name or talk to him in any sense. baby will just stand there like "you know who i am?" kinda stalks you but he swears it isn't on purpose. he just knows what days you like to go to a certain cafe and study alone and what days you spend a little extra time in the library. if you work somewhere he'll definitely go on your shifts but will not at any cost interact with you other than maybe you taking his order or something. also when y'all do talk, he either doesn't say a single thing or talks a mile a minute.

i honestly do not think bakugou is meaner or nicer to you when he has a crush on you. actually no, he's nicer but he doesn't understand why his instinct is to do so. (in denial of his feelings 101) he isn't as observant as izuku but he still notices little things that you prob don't even notice abt yourself. he knows his whole personality is more of an acquired taste so to speak, so when he does something like yell or curse in your direction, he's looking to see what your reaction is. if you laugh, roll your eyes, jump, or just ignore it entirely. he doesn't actually do anything about all these observations until you guys are dating but that's a future bakugou problem.

We need more Seroraka content.

Look at them

They're neat.

student sukuna au inspired by this beautiful art by inkedberries (galaxy brain moment), please check their other arts as well!

☆༉ — RYOMEN SUKUNA. a better man.

about. you’re a girl that’s way out of his league and he’s the bad boy you couldn’t help but fall for. what happens when ryomen sukuna fails to meet you in the middle?

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, suggestive towards the end, no curses!au, modern!au, it’s implied that sukuna is in a gang, mentions of fights, reader is a rich girl, they’re kinda in love :( bad boy!sukuna, fem!reader.

“you’re mad at me. aren’cha?”

sukuna mutters with an air of faux nonchalance as he lazily jogs up the final marble steps that lead up to the restaurant he was supposed to meet you at nearly two hours ago. the evening traffic zips by, red and white headlights parting through the rain to illuminate your boyfriend’s features. heavy water droplets take residence on the slope of his nose and Cupid’s bow, some even daring to cling on to the tips of dusty rose-coloured hair.

if you weren’t so angry right now, you might take a moment to appreciate how good sukuna looks in the moment — especially with the way the rain makes the designer tux you’d gotten for him cling to his skin. exposing every ridge and dip and curve in his muscle while his inky black tattoos become all the more visible.

“of course i’m mad.” you step aside to let sukuna under the shelter of the entrance, avoiding him as he swoops down for his usual hug and kiss. “tonight is important. it was important.”

“babe c’mon on, i was—“

“you were late. they’re serving dessert in there, ryomen.” your tone is coloured with shades of annoyance and a hint of warning. like a mother about to lecture her child. you’re pissed. it’s written all over your face too — in the way that your brows crease and you pout so adorably. he’ll try to play it off, like he doesn’t care, but it almost makes sukuna sick to his stomach to know that you’re angry with him.

the rain picks up outside of the restaurant and you continue. “all you had to do was show up on time. come to this stupid fancy restaurant and be there to meet my parents. but of course, you got yourself caught up in—“ you grab his dress shirt in frustration, noticing the blood on the collar that doesn’t belong to him. his split knuckles and the bruise on his lips. “— in whatever this is.” you roll your eyes, blood boiling.

“it’s nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” sukuna scoffs, lips spreading wide in his signature smirk. the excuse is lame, but he doesn’t want you to worry for him any longer. “since when did you care about what your parents think, anyways?” but you see it in his eyes, that same old worry. that he’s not good enough for you, that a scumbag like him doesn’t deserve a pretty girl like you. he’s always told you to find someone better, someone able to feed into the glitz and glamour that you were brought up in.

but you’ve always told ryomen sukuna that you have everything you need right there with him.

cupping his face, the heat of anger dispels from your body and you exhale deeply though your nose. “i don’t care about what my parents think. if i did, i wouldn’t be dating you.” you cast a thumb over the thick lines of ink decorating his face, accenting sukuna’s high cheekbones and chiselled features while the rest of your fingers sink into his smooth, dark undercut. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t want you to meet them. they’re just as special to me as you are. i want the most important people in my life to know each other.”

your boyfriend’s hands settle on your wrists as he grunts noncommittally, indicating that he’s aware of his wrong doings. if there’s one thing that sukuna hates, it’s upsetting you. he doesn’t care what the world thinks of him, it’s never mattered before. yet, even the slightest look of disappointment from you has the man in shambles. “‘m sorry,” he drawls, his grip on you shifting down to cup your waist — pulling you flush against him. “what can a guy like me do to make it up to you?”

“you can go on in there and charm the hell out of my rich, uptight parents so that we can hurry up and go home,” your voice lowers an octave as you stand on your tip toes for the extra height so that you can nip at the shell of sukuna’s ear. “where you can rip this dress off’a me.”

“such a dirty mouth for such’a prim ‘n proper girl, hm? i should wash it out with soap.” he purrs right back, leaning down to kiss at your neck until you’ve had enough of his frayed pink hair tickling your skin. he damn near melts when your fingers inch up to tug at his roots — earning a deep and thrilling growl from the man. “that was a dirty move. who taught you that?”

“my good for nothing boyfriend, he’s kind of a bad influence.” you tease back, despite having to physically push sukuna away in order to avoid setting off his inner beast before dinner with your parents is done — and instead, take to grabbing his larger hand in yours so you can lead him from the front of house to your family’s reserved table.

and like always, sukuna trails after you like a lost puppy enamoured with the person that found them, have them love and warmth. because, while you didn’t change him, you made him want to be better — to give up the knives in his back and the bullets looking over his head for something better. something softer.

something like you.

ryomen sukuna wanted to become the someone he thought you deserved.

that’s why he put on this stupid suit and tie, why he let you take his hand, why he follows you to the the table that’s sure to seal his fate with you.

behind all that rough exterior, is a man who loves you.

and in front of sukuna, is a girl who loves him and all of his flaws right back.

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