#thanksgiving queue

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Could I get mistletoe 38 with Bakugou pleasee?

“You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

Finally someone requested Bakuboi! For a while I thought I was going to go the whole event without seeing him.

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You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch; but you ain’t got nothing on Katsuki. This boy would fight love, joy, and peace on earth to his dying breath if it wasn’t his idea to begin with. What a Scrooge.

For the most part he was tolerable and minded his own business while the others bustled around the dorm, only barking a warning when someone invaded his personal bubble intentionally or otherwise. He just wasn’t up for the festivities and would rather just eat the food and be handed the presents without the ceremony and pomp.

In the bustle of Christmas Eve as your class buzzed around to decorate for the next day, you were happy to lend your assistance - so much so you rounded a corner too quickly while carrying a large box in your hands and bumping headlong into him which knocked you both to the ground.

“HEY!” typical witty Bakugo comeback. “Watch where you’re going, moron!”

“How about, ‘Hey, sorry for not paying attention while tons of people are running around’?” You rubbed your nose where you’d bumped it on the box in your fall.

“I didn’t ask for this holly jolly business, so why you acting like I’m the one stepping on toes?”

“And why should we not enjoy it just because one humbug wants to be a butt about it all?”

“Just be -”

“Hey guys, I hate to interrupt your moment,” You both paused your shouting match to see Sero point to the doorway above you. “But you’re under the mistletoe, so stop stalling and just kiss already.”

It took you a second to process what had just been said, but it took Bakugo just a moment longer which was his undoing. Time to teach this Grinch a lesson! Before he could get away, you full body tackled him back to the ground, grabbed his face in your hands, and planted a big smooch on his face. You were aiming for his cheek, but in his attempts to wiggle free, you got most of his mouth instead. Serves him right!

You released him as quickly as you’d caught him and crossed your arms with a huff in defiance.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!”

“Tradition. You don’t get to just ignore the holidays because you don’t appreciate them. Maybe that’ll teach you to watch where you’re going and mind your attitude!”

“What attitude? I’M PERFECTLY CALM!”

And on it went for a few more minutes eliciting gossipy giggles, exasperated sighs, and cruel laughter from your fellow classmates. It was amazing how the holiday season had a way of bringing everyone together!

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Kirishima 15 from mistletoe! I can just imagine his s/o begging him to wear something under his hero costume cause it’s below 0 outside and him being all “no my manliness will keep me warm!!” And then literally the next day he’s dying from a cold and his s/os just like 🙄🙄 “told you so idiot”

“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.”

The events played out like it was yesterday - a good thing considering it actually was yesterday that it happened.

"Eijirou, you're going to catch a cold. Don't you have anything at all that's warmer to wear instead of being half naked?"

Kirishima flashed you a confident smile in his full Red Riot gear. "Don't worry, (Y/N)! I don't intend to stop moving during training, and men run warmer anyway. I'll be fine! Besides, I'd just tear up warm clothes with my quirk anyway." He clacked his knuckles together in his signature way.

"I'm just saying it's literally less than freezing outside, and I just don't want you sick."

"I appreciate it, but I'm good to go!"

And now you were here, nursing a very much I'll Kirishima.

"Looks like you've got some work to do on your costume, eh, Kirishima?" Mina teased him.

"While I understand this is a learning experience, I must remind you being sick hinders your studies and poses a risk to infecting the rest of the class. Please be more careful in the future!"

"Thanks, class prez, you're a regular ray of sunshine."

As much as you wanted to chew him out, too, you felt sorry for the fact that the entire class was doing a good job of that already.

"Well, you're sick and that's that, so I'm going to get you some soup for that sore throat and you just sleep it off, ok?"

"Thanks, (Y/N). I could use a gnarly manly nap right about now."

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May I have a #24 from the Mistletoe list for Iida? Thank you very much. I hope you have a lovely holiday☺️

Thank you, you as well! Thanks for submitting my first Iida request in a long time! It’s been so long since I last wrote for him!

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"Come on, (Y/N)! We're going to be late if we don't hurry!"

You were bustling out of the dorms with some of the other stragglers this morning - your alarm clock having bitterly betrayed you. Thankfully, trusty class president Iida Tenya had been there to save the day once again, though even he was off his game as he had only checked on you last minute. Without some serious booking it, there was a definite tardy in your near futures.

You fumbled with your uniform rushing down the hallway. "At this rate, I think they only way we'll make it is if you carry me and run!"

"That is-!" but he cut himself off. That maybe wasn't such a bad idea. Surely, using one's quirk to avoid a tardy mark on their record might be frowned upon, but this was UA! Using your quirk and quick thinking to overcome obstacles was the point of the school itself; and he was class president, no less! If for no one else it was his job to help his classmates succeed. Yes! He would make the executive decision and bear the responsibility of any negative consequences! "Gather your warm clothes, the wind will be very cold and I don't want you falling ill!"

You were a tad surprised to hear him totally onboard for it when you were mostly joking, but you also didn't want to have Aizawa chew you out, either, so you threw on your coat in messy haste.

“Here, let me help you with the scarf.” Out of nowhere, Iida's hands quickly and gently moved around your head to snuggly wrap your long scarf around your neck and ears, only realizing after the fact that you were blushing at the proximity.

He quickly stepped back to a socially acceptable and professional distance as soon as he was done, hastily trying to recover from his own embarrassment.

"It is very cold outside, and even a minor illness will hinder your progress and potentially expose our classmates to infection! Be sure you stay very warm!"

"Thanks, Iida." You had hoped for something better, but you supposed it would be good enough.

"Grab your hat and gloves, we must make haste at once if we're to make it on time!"

The urgency of the situation was brought back to your attention and the moment you were geared up, Iida scooped you up in his arms and braced to speed ahead. "Hold tight, (Y/N)!"

You had always wondered what it was like to move as fast as he did, and now that you had a front row seat you didn't have much choice but to hold onto him tightly with how quickly he decelerated, turned corners, and then accelerated again! Before you could even really process it all, he was drifting to a halt in front of the classroom door just as the last rings of the bell echoed through the hallway.

"Everyone in your seats!" He yelled out of habit, rushing to his desk but forgetting to drop you off at yours - you still held bridal style in his arms as he sat straight and at attention at his desk.

Aizawa looked up from his lesson plan to notice. "Getting your fellow student to class on time. Good job, Iida."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Though, changing seating arrangements is a slight overstep in authority."

Only then did he realize that he had failed to drop you off in your seat while you had buried your face in your hands at the embarrassment of your classmates looking and giggling at your plight.

At least they found it amusing.

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Holly 8 for Dabi please?

The snow was cold, and when you’re on the street and on the run from the law it can be a real drag. Coats were all fine and dandy (heaven knowns Toga wouldn’t shut up about her new one) but when that icy, wet cold really soaked through your bones it got really hard to get warm again, fire quirk or not-

Which is why Dabi glared you down when he spotted the suspicious white powdered lump in your hand.

“If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.”

“Aw, come on, Dabs! Liven up a little! We need a bit of fun now and then what with being outlaw hobos and all that.” You smirked, and mimed warming up for a pitch.

“I’m just saying, once you start I won’t go easy on you…” 

“Ooh! I’m so scared! Twice! Help me destroy Dabi!”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment! Why are we breaking our free space heater?”

“It’s an expression, Twice. We’re gonna pummel him with harmless snowballs until we get a smile out of him!”

“Oh, ok! You’re going down, sparky man! Violence is never the answer!”

Already you had a way of getting under his skin and amusing him with only your words. Nevertheless, you asked for it.

“Compress! I’m gonna need some backup!”

“I don’t feel like playing your childish little games.” Mr. Compress pulled his coat a little tighter against the cold from where he hovered nearby.

“Too bad!” Before he had a chance to even react, a snowball cuffed him in the shoulder from left field and Toga popped out of the shadows with more snowballs in her arms. “Snowball fight!”

While you thought this would be all fun and games, Dabi had very different ideas of how this would end with his aggressor and winter nemesis!

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, love!”

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Hi! May I request Holly #4 with Present Mic? Thanks!

“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot.” The music that normally was a constant in the background of your home was abruptly cut short after the first three notes with a click of a button.

The statement alone confused you, but to hear it from Present Mic himself and with such exasperation was enough to boggle the senses!

“I thought you loved Christmas music!” You looked up from the dinner you were preparing for the night.

“Yes, I love Christmas music, I ADORE Christmas music. It’s even better when you speak English, but-!” He gestured spastically to the air. “T-there’s more than ONE Christmas song in the world!” He was quite clearly frustrated, but his passion was hard not to smile at.

“Bing Crosby, Michael Bublé, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, Pentatonix, Eartha Kitt, Dolly Parton, any number of jazz and instrumental artist covers, and even Alvin and the FREAKING Chipmunks would be a welcome change to the SAME. DAMN. SONG. OVER AND OVER AGAIN ON THE RADIO!”

Now that was too much for you - he was literally beating his head against the couch and on the verge of tears!

“I had no idea you were such a connoisseur of Christmas jingles, Hizashi!” You walked over and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

“Those are just the American artists... Not to mention the legacy of traditional Christmas carols…” He continue to mourn, leaning into your shoulder and accepting your ear. “Sure, they’re all very religious with basically the same theme, but they’re so pretty all the same!”

You patted his cheek and lightly ran your fingers through his long, blonde hair. “Well,  maybe you can make it a big segment on your radio show next year.” You offered.

It was like new life sprung into him all at once! He sat up straight, barrelled through the house for his computer and immediately began taking notes. “You’re a genius, (Y/N)! A segment on music history that’s festive AND educational! Oh! Maybe Christmas hits around the world? Genres in Christmas music!”

At the very least it was good to see him back to his old, energetic self, and you took control of the sound system remote to play some of his earlier suggestions to pump him up while he was on a roll.

“There you go, babe. Knock this one out of the park!”

“YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

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#45 from mistletoe for Mirio pretty please? I don’t know why but I feel like this fits him pretty well lol😅

Mirio Togata was not known to give less than 100% to anything - not school, not training, not impressing his s/o, and certainly not letting that cranky punk neighbor beat your home in your neighborhood’s annual Christmas decorating competition!

“Mirio, I know you’re excited; but you really don’t have to go to this much effort for some stupid Christmas light hanging.”

“Nonsense! That ol’ Grinch had it coming all these years rubbing his streak in everyone’s face, but your dad’s super stoked to stick it to him. I might get some extra brownie points for this!” You had no reply to his wink except a growing feeling of dread in your stomach.

There were so many lights... So much tangled wiring. There were inflatable reindeer and snowmen, lit apparatuses, and some even that moved. They had taken over your house and your front yard, and by this point both you and your mom became increasingly concerned for the state of your reputation and your dad’s back.

“Mirio! Bring that Santa decoration over here so I can get it on the roof!”

“Yes sir, Mr. (L/N)!”

“Honey, be careful lifting that up that ladder! Don’t hurt yourself!” Your mom clutched her cardigan in one hand and held her face in the other.

This was madness!

“How are you two going to power all these things, anyway? There’s got to be a million lights here!” You called to your boyfriend.

“Don’t worry, once we flip the switch you’re going to be blown away!”

“Please don’t. I’m afraid you’ll burn the house down.”

With the last of everything in place your dad descended the ladder and readied the switch to bring the light show he and Mirio had worked on all weekend to life. “All right, everyone - the moment of truth in 3, 2, 1!”

One by one the decorations turned on and lit up as power surged into them until every last one of them was glowing with Christmas cheer. It truly was spectacular, but it was short lived as the lights flickered and then cut out all at once, leaving your house completely dark; and then your neighbor’s house; and then the entire neighborhood, one by one, down the street.

“I told you!”

“Oopsie.”

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Can I get holly 14 for aizawa please? Thank you!

“I don’t want to.”

“Shouta, you promised!”

“Why do I have to be Santa again?”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose, though if not for the makeup you were caked in as “Santa’s helper” you might have dropped your whole face into your hands and scream. 

“Because you owe me?! I do this charity event every year, and thanks to someone’s sleeping habits outside the event center people weren’t very happy with bringing their kids to a ‘hobo hangout’ and we missed out on a lot of potential fundraising!”

“I was just resting my eyes in a reasonably quiet and out-of-the-way location before picking up my next shift after a long night of hero work. A few uppity parents interpreting it wrong to make bad press over social media shouldn’t be my fault.”

“Shouta, you were in your sleeping bag, hadn’t shaved in more than a week, and easily could have been confused for being drunk with how tired you were.”

He released air out his nose long enough to prove he did feel bad about it, but didn’t want to admit it - especially since he intended to take a cat nap but ended up spending the most of what would have been the most busy hours deterring families from taking their photos with Santa for charity. 

“Everyone was so busy that no one saw the buzz and thus security wasn’t alerted until later in the day. The irony that it’s a charity to fight homelessness is especially great.”

This time you had to facepalm. “You make a really terrible Santa, but right now you owe me and I don’t have much of a choice.”

“Don’t worry, I promise not to tell the kids coal is a lucrative resource and thus a horrible deterant for being naughty.” A twinge of mischief was in his voice.

 “Shouta!”

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13 from the Holly List for Hawks! (ok just one more after this one)

Christmas is a lovely time of year. The decorations range from adorable to breathtaking, some people are at least inclined to be in a better more generous mood, but it’s also really, really lonely when you don’t have anyone to share it with.

In Japan, Christmastime is often aimed at couples. The pressure to have a date for a Christmas party isn’t nearly so bad with have lots of friends to hang out with, but if those friends are busy being out on dates, then tough out of luck. It wouldn’t even be so lonely if there was family to enjoy it with, especially young children, to inspire and entertain as much as they did for you.

But Keigo didn’t have any of that. He hadn’t for years, and while he wouldn’t put a damper on anyone else’s Christmas spirit, it was hard to stay jolly when the dread impending solitude stares you in the face while you watch others happily run along to spend it with others. He tried not to be bitter about it, but it got harder every year not to just flip up his collar against the wind, tuck his hands into his pockets, and try not to look too glum on the walk home. Even taking advantage of the commercialism to buy a gift for himself didn’t appeal anymore.

He almost had a special Christmas lined up, but that had been taken away when you were called on a business trip over the holiday. Not many people got Christmas day off here, and most opted to celebrate after work or school. Somehow that was worse because no one at work could stay focused on work long enough to distract him from his lonely night, and they always went on about their plans to him in their excitement.

“My kids get sneakier every year! I keep having to get more and more creative where I hide the presents!”

“Me and a bunch of the guys from college are getting together and hitting the karaoke bar later! It’s gonna be blast!”

“Dude, I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna propose to my girl tonight! I have it all planned out: a fancy dinner, some dancing, and then pop the question! Is it too much? Will she like it? I’m so nervous!”

He just wished he could take part in some of it, but he’d been isolated for most of his life and as friendly and likable as he was, he didn’t want to insert himself into someone’s personal time just so he felt included.

The long ride home was practical torture as he looked around and saw people in a hurry to get to their engagement after their day. Women were putting makeup on in the train, men at the station were making last minute calls, parents tugged around bouncing children, and he just felt so lonely about it. He picked up some beer and dinner on the way home, content to just maybe watch a movie and go to bed to forget about the whole mess; but when he put in the key to his apartment, something felt off.

He slowly creaked open the door to find a glow down the dark hall where the electric fireplace would be. A scent of roasted chicken and vegetables wafted down the hall, and a familiar set of shoes sat at the steps leading into his home.

No!

He was almost scared to hope, but he took off his shoes and shook off his jacket and carefully crept into the house as if he didn’t belong there. He caught sight of a Christmas tree he hadn’t set up in the living room and scented candles on the coffee table smelling of apples and cinnamon. Decorative stockings were hung on the fireplace, and a faint piano melody of Christmas music played over the bluetooth sound system.

Making his way to the sofa, he saw you in the soft glow of the fireplace - looking up from your phone like it was any day of the week you visited him - as you set the gift in your lap aside on the coffee table.

“Welcome Ho-Ho-Home!” You smiled cheekily, rising up to give him a hug.

“I thought you were out of town!” His incredulous expression was hard not to smile at.

“Silly, you really think I was going to let you spend Christmas alone?” You picked up the present and handed it to him. “Merry Christmas, Keigo!”

“(Y/n), I…” He trailed, passing the gift from one hand to the other. “...This is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten…”

“Why don’t you open it first before you say tha-?” He’d set the gift aside and hugged you tightly.

“This one. This is the best Christmas gift ever.”

The deep sincerity and relief in his voice took you by surprise and left you speechless, settling just to slowly sway to the quiet music in the dark while you let each other soak in the magic of the moment together.