#tenderheaded

[dreamdropsystem]

"just brush your hair every day”

you do not understand that as POC person our hair is 100000x harder to take care especially if your hair is curly/kinky like ours. people who have the straightest hair ever find it hard to keep their hair care up, we can't keep our hand above our head long enough without extreme pain our even feeling dizzy and fainting, not to mention our depression and anxiety for even having to deal with this task. we've done the cutting all our hair off and we don't really like it. keeping your hair looking short and nice at the same time is also hard keeping in medium to long. we are also tender headed and getting our hair done is a sensory nightmare. we honestly to this day don't understand how to take care of our hair. we're planning to get braids again, cause with that we just needed to wrap it up at night and keep our hair moisturized, no brushing and combing needed. we can wash the braid without undoing them. the process is painful as hell though, but we don't need to do our hair for a while, last time we kept them in for a little over two months?? we think?? can't really remember. anyways that's what we're thinking about doing.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

I really enjoyed your latest story! Do you have any plans to turn it into a series?

Haiii Anon, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’m guessing that you were talking about ‘Coach Burrow,’ correct me if I’m wrong (I’ve been posting quite a bit lol).

I have been thinking about broadening the ‘Coach Burrow’ universe tho. It wouldn’t be a series so much as maybe just a couple single read fics apart of the same AU. Kinda like the ‘Tenderheaded’ AU, with Chase!SisterReader and Tee Higgins.

My requests are always open, if you have anymore questions or if you want to see a specific event/ idea based on any of my works, send it in and I’ll gladly take on the challenge. I love writing and I love when other people want me to write something for them. Never be shy to ask. Thank you so much for the support!

-Babe🩷

[pcktknife]

it's funny how u can do/like something as a kid and then 15 years later ur family will still think of you like that

[crt8ball]

realized why i felt something was missing from my dakota design

this mf would have locs aint no other way

[sageispunk]

thinking about fontaine watching u do ur hair so he can learn how to help u when ur hands get tired...

[vacantgodling]

yall i did my cornrows slightly too tight 💀💀

[starlooove]

Locs are becoming the new fucked up flatop/fade

[anonbinaryweirdo]

FUCK MY NATURAL HAIR

[stunfiskz]

if there’s one thing i will ALWAYS hate it’s other people touching my hair. cutesy posts like “imagine your partner playing with your hair 🥺” i would smack them do not fucking do that

[xoshepard]

i know comments are bad for the soul but.

[newfuturegirl]

like i kinda wanna get my hair braided but I don't want anyone touching my head like that

[cyani-ion]

I am never letting anybody put braids in my hair again 🫠

[bellamer]

Hobie just knowing how to do hair and one day, when he's staying over at Miles' dorm, he just brings out a comb, grease, some jam and pats between his legs

"C'mere."

"Uh...why ?"

"I'm gonna do your hair, duh."

And Miles jumps because he doesn't like other people touching his hair because he's tenderheaded and would cry whenever his parents would comb his hair but Hobie just grabs him and forces him to sit down and Miles is flinching but when Hobie starts combing his hair, he actually relaxes because Hobie's hands are so gentle and Miles actually falls asleep and wakes up with cornrows

"Oh...wow..."

"Told you that you were just bein' a baby."

"Usually it takes forever for other people to do my hair..."

"Let me guess. Tenderheaded ?"

"Yeah..."

"Same boat. That's why I learned to do my own hair. It's easier that way. No one yankin' and pullin' and leaving with killer migraines"

And he just throws Miles a durag he pulled out of nowhere, tells him to tie it up before he goes to bed and goes about his business and Miles asks him to do his hair every time he comes over.

Bonus: People are jealous that Miles comes in with cool new hairstyles every week and some of them even beg for him to hook them up with his 'stylist'

[gamblersdoll]

“are you tenderheaded, zuk?” you ask, pausing your mannerisms and waiting.

“well..” he starts, then sighing. he cant lie to you, he just cant. he was flinching and tensing up. “a bit, or maybe youre just heavy handed.”

“im not, good try though.” you chuckle, hands sliding down his shoulders to his chest. he shudders, feeling a kiss pressed to his freckled cheek. “you wan’ a break, handsome?”

he gets red a bit, nodding but leaning his head back between your legs to look up at you. “can your scratch the unbraided portion of my head, though?”

you nod, kissing his head and moving back.

“aht aht, try it again.” he deadpans, his adams apple bobbing and his voice a bit deeper. “give me a proper kiss please and thank you.”

you roll your eyes, not even going to compete with his attitude. you lean down and kiss his plump lips. “there you go, baby.”

“another, since you messed up the first time.”

okay, now he’s just a sassy bitch. you obliged though, kissing his again.

“another, since you got a attitude about it.”

your nails scratch softly at his scalp, his groaning and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. he gives you a squeeze to your calf, letting you know that he can get his hair braided again.

and you finish, of course he’d still tense a bit and then grunt when it gets tight at the middle of his head and the nape. he mumbles a ‘fucking fuck,’ or a ‘goddamn.’

you finish though, then spraying your aloe vera almond oil mixture and he sighs. “thank you, gorgeous.”

“youre welcome, pop smoke.” you giggle, him going straight faced and looking at you. “sorry, sorry.”

“almost got fucked in the ass.”

“now what the fuck.”

[backwzzds]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ RORONOA ZORO AS A FATHER…

zoro would be one those fathers that most people assume would be terrible, but unsurprisingly, he’s very good with kids, as told canonically.

he’ll only have one daughter. he can’t handle anymore brats.

when your daughter was born, he’d bought up possibly naming her after his late childhood best friend. you knew how much she meant to him, so it was no problem making sure your daughter carried on her name, and hopefully her future dream. roronoa kuina.

lots of people assume zoro’s a strict dad, but most days, he’s pretty chilled back.

he came off as not having any interest in learning how to do kuina’s type 3-4 hair, but when you secretly caught him watching a youtube video as he practiced on one of your wig mannequins you knew he wanted to learn from the start

when kuina’s a toddler, you teach him how to do simple styles on her hair. to detangle from the bottom, always make sure her hair was moisturized, and just learn the small things about her. like how she was tenderheaded—something she inevitably inherited from you.

he’ll take her to get braids from the african aunties whenever you’re busy or stuck at work. kuina, already knowing the routine would sit on the chair and zoro’s big body would be squeezed between two parents talking on the phone for nearly nine hours straight, occasionally heading out to grab some food for himself and kuina. the things he would do for that girl.

kuina would be in the big chair swinging her little feet as she watched youtube video’s on her daddy’s phone. she’d always smile at the fact that you were his lock screen and she was his home screen—a picture of him coddling with her to sleep when she was just a baby. lord knows how much them two love they sleep!

he’d be so overprotective, he would teach kuina her parents’ full name, address, emergency phone numbers, and everything in between by the time she’s 6. no stranger would ever had a chance to mess with the daughter of roronoa zoro.

despite his off putting (and quite rude) personality, he’d be the best one to give advice. only to you and his little kuina though. most wouldnt even consider it advice, but baby kuina always loved it when her daddy told her what he thinks she should do in a troubling situation.

“papa what do you think i should do?” the little girl frowns. “i really think i hurt the girl’s feelings. but i didn’t mean to!”

zoro pops his one good eye open from its closed resting position as he sat on the couch with his arms folded. “are you sorry?”

kuina gives him solemn eyes and nods her head. “really sorry.”

with a quick whit, zoro answers straight, “apologize. don’t make the situation about you. she’s the one you hurt, make sure she realizes that you know that.”

kuina allows her father’s words to sink in her brain in order to fully process everything he’d said. when a bright idea comes to her head, she wraps her arms around her father and places a wet kiss on his cheek, yelling, “thank you papa!” before skipping off to make amends with her friend.

would sueprise teachers and parents when he shows up to some PTA’s alone. you were caught up at work, so zoro took up parental volunteering opportunities on his own. of course, he only did these things for you and kuina, so he didn’t care that the single parents were eye goggling him with lust. not when kuina bragged to all her friends about how cool her dad was.

zoro tries to create an emotion-based home. he doesn’t want kuina growing up in a cold home like you and him did, so he always made it his best to publicly express his emotions or whatever he was feeling at home. he made sure kuina saw him love on you in order to see and know that her parents always loved each other—not just for show—and made sure that she knew it was okay to express her own emotions because she was a lot like him, more than he’d have liked.

when he catches kuina stiffile in her cry about him having to miss a chunk of her school play due to a very heinous and reaosnable excuse (traffic was a bitch), he pulls her off to the side and allows her space to express how she feels.

“you can cry. it’s okay to cry, marimo.” zoro kneels down to kuina’s height as she hangs her head low, too embarrassed to look up and reveal her tears. the one bond they had, was him calling her marimo because if you looked at the both of them—they were damn near identical twins. you were convinced your genes didn’t even fucking try to make it to the egg on time. only he could call her that though. that was their thing.

zoro gives her a genuine apology. he hated seeing his pretty princess cry, but he knew she had to do it. “i’m sorry. i got here as quick as i could, hm? i’d never miss anything about you on purpose.”

at the sound of her father’s soft voice, kuina looks up and wipes away some of her tears. “you promise papa?” her voice is sultry as you wipe at your back, heart warming at the beautiful wholesome interaction between the two.

behind zoro’s back were a mini bouquet of flowers and candy. “course i do kid. c’mere, i’m gonna make it up to you.”

lord knows zoro wasn’t the best father. he didn’t even think he was a good father—this was all new to him. but sometimes, he’d liked to believe that what he was doing in the present was enough to give kuina the future he never got to have.

[sheluvv-gambino]

"You think you cute huh?"

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : You are basically your boyfriends personal braider atp

warnings : none!

"Stop moving, Miles."

"Nah it's not my fault you keep pulling my hair, ma."

You were sat with Miles body inbetween your thighs as you were called over earlier to braid his hair.

You didn't have a problem with it infact you were quite excited since your boyfriend didn't let anyone except his mother touch his head and now you know why.

He's tenderheaded and the only one who dosen't 'pull' his hair is Mrs.Morales.

And anytime you try to bring it up he says the same thing

'I'm not tenderheaded it's just that my mama is the only one who does it how I like it'

yeah, sure.

"We're literally supposed to be going out tonight and you moving isn't making time go any faster, just relax." You say whilst trying to get the part right.

"Fine." He mutters looking up at you with his head tilted.

You make direct eye contact with him and kiss his forehead in a soothing matter with hopes it helps with his constant fidgeting.

As tenderheaded as that boy is your gentle braiding somehow calmed him enough that he fell asleep on your thigh. You take a quick picture giggling before deciding to wake him up from his slumber

"Miles," You whisper softly nudging his shoulder "Wake up, please."

"Mhm, I'm up." He groans.

You pass him the mirror and wrap your arm around his shoulder.

"You like it, babe?" You question quite anxiously waiting for his approval.

He shakes his head from side to side looking at every angle.

"Shit, mami!" He stands up and leaning over putting his hands on either side of you "This is fire, you gotta do this f'me more often."

You smile up at him and peck his lips.

Walking over to his desk to put your phone on charge you notice something familiar in your peripheral.

"You think you cute huh?"

"What?" He replies looking at you confused.

You silently hold up your bonnet and show it to the thief himself.

"Well how else am I supossed to sleep after getting my hair done, Mi sol." He smirks whilst snatching it out your hands and pulling you close to connect your lips.

Wow, he really be stealing everything even your heart.