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sero with a sleeve tattoo of random asss things live in my head rent free

Roomate!Sero headcanons

See a little blurb abt first meetings here!

Sero is definitely the best roommate of the gang I think. Maybe kirishima could be first but he def wakes u up with his protein smoothie shit

Fairly clean! He doesn’t leave the kitchen a mess, cleans up food if he ordered in or if he had the guys over however. What he will not do is take out the trash.

No one knows why. He just doesn’t touch it. He will 100% just let it overflow.

One time you went away for a while to visit family and came back to the trash bin completely full and a new bag halfway just sitting on the ground next to it.

“You know i probably saved this country from being run by the mafia at least a dozen times! I think the least you could do to thank me is to relieve me of trash duty” 🙂‍↕️

He isn’t a stoner in this AU but I do think he smokes the za. He def has joint pain (man has tape dispensers for elbows, that’s gotta cause issues) and gets hella bad migraines and he also lives a very STRESSFUL WORK LIFE pls let this man have a joint every now & then

His decor style is pretty decent too! Mainly just hella warm lights. You guys have a rule abt the big light. It never turns on.

Also has plants everywhere

His room is more personalized: broken skateboards on his wall, plants, still hella lamps and warm table lights, records on the wall from artist he’s never heard of (Jiro gave them to him) , black bedding (I’m thinking kinda like this but brighter)

He’s a Pro hero but I always see Sero has being more of an underground pro. Just in the sense that he handles like discrete drug and weapons oppressions where he can’t really be in the spotlight.

Def goes undercover a lot and is fucking good at it to. (He likes playing male believe)

Incredibly irregular schedule. Sometimes he’ll come home at 5pm and you guys maybe hang out then the next morning you’re seeing him coming back again…

“The mafia doesn’t sleep and neither do I sweetheart”

Calls you nicknames but the tone in which he does it makes you think nothing of it until…. You catch feelings. Bc that will happen living with him.

You know what would be SO funny this Saturday, mid March, 2025

A request where Miguel’s daughter and miles are a thing but maybe like a rivalry to lovers typa trope

♱ — DON'T CALL ME THAT

pairing: e!1610!miles x afrolatina!fem!reader genre: enemies to lovers warnings: minor violence, make-out session guest stars: miguel o'hara, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter & mayday parker now playing: puppet - tyler, the creator CHARACTERS ARE AGED TO 17

summary: miguel was your adoptive father. you were lucky enough to also be granted with spider-like abilities, but miguel refused to let you actually go into battle and such for your own safety. you were cool with a lot of people but there was one in particular that you were taught to hate.

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It was around two o'clock in the morning when you snuck out of your penthouse. You knew it was wrong but you felt you had every right to do it, especially when you feel trapped in your own home all the time.

You never got out. You were raised to think the outside world was dangerous and that everything you'll ever encounter was out to get you. Better yet, kill you.

Tangled was your favorite movie because you related to it on a deeper later, though you never thought of your father as Mother Gothel. It was rude of you to compare your father to a villain.

Your father, Miguel, was also out on patrol and you knew exactly who he was with. Your only friends, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr. You would sometimes a feel a matter of resentment towards your father.

He got to go out and have all the fun while you stayed at home in your room all day. Whenever you got bored, you'd spend your time designing your own spider suit.

You knew the day would come when you'd finally be able to do what your father does, but you never knew when. Your spider suit was coloured white and pastel blue.

Once you crawled your way to the top of the building you slipped on your mask before taking a big leap off. In the midst of falling you closed your eyes, adoring the breeze.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you knew what you were doing was morally wrong, but it excited you. You're no longer a kid, you're tired of being kept a secret.

From the distance you seen minor explosions. That was where your father and friends were. You knew that because of how far they were, you'd be fine.

Suddenly, you felt a tingle. This tingle caught you completely off guard in the midst of swinging from building to building. With that, you fell into an alley and landed pretty hard.

You heard footsteps approaching behind you and immediately you turned around frightened by this, webbing them to the wall. This alley was dimly lit so it was hard to make out who or what you had just webbed.

"I see why your dad doesn't let you fight," the voice laughed.

You stormed up to the person webbed and ripped off their mask. All of your previous tension was eased when you noticed it was just Miles Morales, your sworn enemy.

"Hi mami," he smirked.

Miles was somebody you were taught to hate and stay away from, vice versa. But gosh, why did the person you declared your enemy have to be so damn attractive?

From his hair, to his eyes, to his entire face to his voice—you loved it all. You loved the way he spoke to you. Nothing but a light touch sends chills down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"Quit liking it then," he says with that same stupid smirk.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes, locking eyes with the boy. His low eyes could burn holes into your skin with the way that he was looking at you.

He magically came undone out of the webs and started walking up to you, backing you up into the wall behind you. His hands slowly slid around your waist.

His left hand reached for your mask, slowly ripping it off your head and smiled when he was met with your actual face.

"You look so beautiful, ma," he muttered under his breath.

"I said don't call me that."

He chuckled, "You love when I call you that."

Your hand was yet to slap him across the face but before you could, he webbed it to the wall. You grew furious, but you were weakening at his touch.

"Bite me," you snapped.

"Gladly."

You couldn't use your other hand to push him as he was being sneaky and already webbed it. So you resorted to using your entire body to push him but failed miserably.

Miles smirked once again. He begins inching closer towards you, immediately aiming for your neck where he'd then starts kissing along it. He took 'bite me' literally.

"Don't leave marks," you mumble and you feel him smiling against your neck.

You knew he wasn't going to listen to you. He rarely ever does. You were growing weaker for him by the second and you hated it, but deep down you secretly loved it.

"Don't tell me what to do, mi vida," he replies against your neck.

"But-"

"I don't care," is all he says.

You were going to speak, but were then cut off when he nips at a certain spot that makes you shiver and let out a small, involuntary moan.

Miles focuses on that spot for some time, sucking and nipping until he pulls back to admire his work. He smirks in satisfaction when he sees the mark beginning to form, then lets his eyes meet yours.

"We shouldn't be doing this, loco," you mumble.

Miles cocks an eyebrow, "I disagree. You want this just as much as I do, so we should."

You remained silent. You couldn't argue with that logic. When you don't say anything in protest, Miles takes this as the chance to lean in and connect your lips.

His hands were rested on your hips while your lips moved in perfect sync. Your hands broke out of the webs and you finally pushed him off of you, trying to catch your breath.

You internally blush when you see the way Miles is staring at you, his eyes seeming a darker brown than usual.

"What?"

"I told you to quit with the flirty shit," you replied annoyedly, wiping the excess gloss off of your lips.

"Yeah, but then you kissed me. Mixed signals, preciosa," he smirks.

You rolled your eyes before looking up and getting an idea. With that, you swung your way to the top of the building you previously fell from. It wasn't that high, but it was a great escape from Miles.

Your stomach was still filled with butterflies from the kiss you had just shared with him. It kind of made you smile a bit too, but you immediately shrugged it off when you caught yourself in the act.

When you landed in an area surrounded by trees, you were sure you escaped. You hid behind one of the trees looking out into the distance, positive that Miles had no idea where you went.

"You know, you're really bad at this," Miles chuckled.

You turned around startled at the fact that he was standing right behind you.

"God, I really fucking hate you," you mumble.

"I love you too, mami."

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say in a low voice as you get in his face, trying with everything you have to not look at his lips.

God, those lips.

"I still think you like it," he replies and stands his ground, not breaking the intense eye contact being shared as you try to stare him down.

Even though your mind is screaming not to, your eyes drift down to those magnificent pair of lips that have been infesting your thoughts since you shared that kiss earlier.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me again," he says smugly and you deeply felt defeated and wanted to say yes, but still, you stood your ground.

With that, you kick him in the stomach and make a run for it. You were stood in the middle of the road, certain that you got away. Suddenly you were blinded by lights and put your hands to your eyes to see what it was.

You were pulled away from the road by a web and immediately were wrapped in Miles' embrace. You watched as the speeding car drove away into the distance.

"Fuck ma, you scared me!"

"Shut up! I knew that was gonna happen...you're the one that's not supposed to be here," you lied.

You remove yourself from his embrace and continue to walk and like a puppy, Miles followed behind you. The sound of your fathers voice began to get closer.

You immediately turned around, pulling Miles along to hide with you in the nearest bush. You knew you were fucked when you heard him nearby.

You were fucked the moment you looked next you, seeing as Miles was again staring you down with hearts practically forming in his eyes.

Your father would've killed not only him but you too, considering the fact that he's always warned you about Miles. You began panicking. You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

Miles watched the look of worry appear on your face and pulled you closer to him. You didn't care about a single thing at the moment. You rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat instantly calming you down.

Your father was stood right in front of the bush you and Miles hid in. Your eyes drifted down to his feet and noticed your mask in front of his feet.

Your hands flew to your mouth. You hoped he wouldn't look down to see it. From afar you noticed Hobie looking directly at the two of you, even noticing the mask in front of your fathers feet.

With that, Hobie quickly and quietly used his webs to bring the mask towards him. Your father quickly ran off, continuing his battle with the others.

Hobie sprinted over to the bush where you two then stood up looking incredibly guilty.

"Y/n you're insane for this, but big ups to you going against your fathers wishes. I don't believe in obedience," he chuckled.

"I always knew you guys had a thing, but this confirmed it," Pavitr blurted out, startling you and Miles.

Hobie's eyes drifted down to your neck where he sees the mark that Miles had left previously and was going in to touch it when Miles' arms wrapped around you.

"You should make your way home, mama. We'll take it from here," he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek that you immediately wiped off.

"Yeah, make your way home and get a cold spoon," Hobie joked, earning a web to his mouth from you.

Hobie and Pavitr both ran away, leaving you and Miles alone once again. Miles gave you one last kiss before backing up to go into battle with the others.

"Oh and mama, leave the window open. I'll come see you tonight!" He shouted before swinging off into the distance.

drop seroroki hcs rn

angelic behavior of you sending this ask during my brainrot

sero is not as slick as he thinks he is. he is very obvious and all his friends know he likes todoroki despite him denying it. in fact the whole class knows, including aizawa. he’s just lucky bc todoroki is autistic and can’t tell

listen listen listen todoroki doesn’t smile like at all. but listen sero could like fucking look at him and he’d be all “omg hi sero :D” like tbh how has sero not picked up either

sero views todoroki as out of his league so he settles himself on just having a crush and looking from afar but then they become friends and he’s starstruck but also starts wondering if he has a chance meanwhile todoroki is just patiently waiting for sero to make a move bc god knows he can’t flirt for the life of him

eventually they grow closer, to the point where everybody else thinks they’re dating. they start dating bc they were going to their dorms one night and todoroki unconsciously kissed sero on the cheek and said gn and 3 seconds later sero realized that todoroki kissed him and passed out

i saw this somewhere but the biggest seroroki shipper is actually bakugo. mans has negative zero love life but still gets on sero for not making a move, or tries to set up situations for the two of them to get closer (mainly by forcing todoroki to eat w sero at lunch or something)

sero fucking LOVES lovey dovey couple stuff. holding todorokis hand in public, gm/gn texts, mistletoe on christmas, etc. he’s a sucker for it and todoroki goes along with it bc he likes seeing sero happy and also likes it. they should make out

todoroki is the first to start calling hanta. in response to this sero like. has a technical breakdown and glitches. he immediately starts calling him shoto and they’re nauseatingly adorable. bakugo is the one who wanted them to get together most but he’s the one who’s most “get a room nerds”

i really love this character but surely he’s unique and i don’t have a type

oh

thinking about them with a super productive girlfriend.

our lazy boys who sleep until noon and don't get out of bed until they're absolutely starving or have plans in 30 minutes, meanwhile their pretty little girlfriend has been up since 6:45 and has; worked out, showered, made a good breakfast (and saved some for him too), cleaned up the kitchen and living room, and is currently on a zoom call discussing the next move in her project groups big proposal. and he's just sitting across from her at the table, eating her breakfast she made, thinking about how lucky he is to have her.

roommates w/ hanta sero

moodboard + hc

being his roommate:

- definitely found out you needed a roommate through a friend of a friend. “heard you were looking for a hottie to live with?” “i’m joking i’m sorry. please i really need a place to live.”

- first week living together he went completely broke buying a playstation, and for two weeks after that he would send you texts along the lines of “hey so if i asked you to buy this for me would you want me dead, yes or no?” and if you EVER told him no: “okay so the answer is is yes, you do want me dead.”

- the first time you ever “talked” to his friends was when he forced you to play roblox with him and they were on the phone. by the end of the night, your stomach hurt so bad from laughing because sero actually SUCKS at roblox obbys. the moment he makes a single jump and lands it, he drops his phone and raises his fists in the air in celebration. every. single. time. on the other hand, sero is KILLER at the horror games on roblox. unfortunately denki on the other end of the phone always manages to fuck something up and sero always loses his damn mind, yelling and pointing at his phone as if kami is right there in front of him. “BRO MOVE. FUCKING MOVE.” “this is the THIRD TIME denki.” “i’m not gonna play anything with you ever again.” (they literally played 7 hours later)

- made you do ice breakers the first day moving in, elementary school style. favorite color, worst fear, favorite animal, etc. you guys sat crisscrossed in front of each other, on the floor of your bare and empty apartment. he literally would not let you move a single piece of your furniture until he knew “who you were” because he didn’t want to “move in with a stranger”.

- once you two were comfortable enough (which didn’t take long AT ALL. 2 weeks TOPS) he was never in his own room. bed rotting phone time? yeah, he was in your bed. he needed to vent? sprawled out on your floor as you pretended to pay attention. there were times when you came home from being out to find him making himself at home in your room.

- one of his favorite things to do to you was stress you out. he’d learned to space it out pretty well so he could make sure you believed his antics each time. one of his favorite pranks he ever pulled was calling you to tell you that he had been hit by someone on a bike in the parking lot outside y’all’s apartment. when you practically ran to the front door, you opened it to see him laughing his ass off at the fact that you even believed him. you immediately shut the door in his face and locked him out and he spent the next 30 minutes texting you with messages like “bae please i’m sorry” “IM ON MY KNEES PLEASE LET ME IN” “i miss you…😢”

- LOVED springing impromptu “date days” (that’s what he called them) on you. the amount of times you would get a text from him saying “guess what we’re doing😁” and it spanned from him impulsively buying six flags tickets, to signing you both up for a zumba class because he saw a random flyer in the men’s restroom. and of course you went with him every time (you had no choice).

- insanely huge fan of night drives. if you and him hadn’t seen each other very much that day, he would peek in your room to suggest driving around. you were never one to refuse. the both of you had a blended playlist (that he FORCEDDD you to make with him day 1 just to “see if you were compatible”) that would blast through the speakers, but the two of you were always louder than the music because scream singing in his car was a must.

- he figured out pretty quickly that he loved when you played with his hair. it started a random night when you silently and mindlessly braided his hair, his head in your lap, as you watched a tv show you both started on a whim. he fell asleep so fast. since then, any time he wanted to wind down he would ask you to play with his hair. “i need your hands on my head” is how he always phrased it and every time you would raise an eye brow at him. “okay stop it freak, you know that’s not what i mean.” and within 10 minutes he was OUT every single time.

- did NOT like sharing you with his friends. “they just don’t know you like i do.” “yeah because i don’t know them…” “exactly and we’re gonna keep it that way.” on days where he would drag you along to a hang out with the guys, he was always at the ready to smack denki upside the head if he was one step out of line.

- he was quick to pick up on girl talk and include himself in literally EVERY conversation you had with your friends. he loved to act out scenes to really get the image of the situation. “okay now imagine i’m that bitch you hate having a shift with.” and if you didn’t say what he thought you should have: “god, we have to switch because you’re so ass at this.” “no the correct response would be to get in her face and say her teeth are crooked and she needs a new dentist. try again.”

- board game nights were absolutely essential to a healthy roommate environment. the first time you ever declined a board game night, he put a speaker outside your bedroom door blaring evanescence at max volume until you gave in. his favorite to play was headbands: act it out edition because he said “you move like a monkey when we play this game” and he loved having an excuse to laugh at you.

- the two of you constantly passed out on the couch together. you spent most of your nights eating together while talking over a show in the background, and it always ended with him sprawled out on top of you, drooling on your stomach. unfortunately, he was a really hard sleeper and wouldn’t wake up unless you pushed him off the couch and onto the floor, but 8 times out of 10, you just fell asleep with him. if he woke in the morning before you did, he would carry you to your bed and situate the both of you under the covers, falling back asleep until you eventually woke up.

- if you EVER went on a date or showed interest in another human being, he would NEVER let it go. “your new boyfriend gonna move in with us soon?” and he would be like that even if you just mentioned thinking someone was cute. if you were out on a date, best believe you would come back home to him patiently waiting on the couch, immediately on your ass the second you’re in the door. “are they as cool as me?” “be honest, should i just go ahead and kill myself?” “this lowkey feels like you just stabbed me 17 times in the stomach but it’s fine. i don’t even care.”

- he was a sucker for a tiktok trend. “y/n can we do this?” “isn’t that a trend that couples do?” “we’re literally married, what are you talking about.” he would find a new trend nearly every day and add it to a folder called “time to turn up” and if there was a ever a day you were both free, that was the first thing y’all did.

- an absolute sucker for cuddling and he would typically be the little spoon, which you never complained about. on days where you weren’t feeling your best, mentally or physically, he was always right there. if he found you rotting away in your room, he never left. “scooch it.” he would try to forcefully let himself into your space, and if you wouldn’t budge: “cmon babe, you gotta work with me here” and you were always quick to give in because you knew he meant well. these were typically the times he would set aside the title of little spoon and give it to you for however long you needed it.

- he loved to bring home treats, whether it be food or not, and have it ready for you when you came home. “yeah i was out today and saw that and thought of you.” “i figured you’d need a sweet treat when you got home.” and it was always something either incredibly stupid or insanely thoughtful, no in between.

- arguments never lasted long in your apartment. sero was stubborn but he knew when to call it quits and would usually just agree to disagree with you, even if he KNEW you were right. in moments where you refused to talk with him after the fact, he would send you videos he had saved on instagram that he knew would make you laugh every time. “oh come on, you love me too much to stay mad at me.” “want me to kiss you and make it all better?” and usually he would force a kiss on your cheek while you tried to fight him off.

character that you started watching an anime for and the character you fell in love with instead: who are they go