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my hero academia masterlist
this is my first attempt at a masterlist! i hope it works
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤:
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘:
✰٭⭑☆ te amo y mas
✰٭⭑☆ “dance with me baby”
✰٭⭑☆ carnival prize
✰٭⭑☆ period
✰٭⭑☆ la chancla
✰٭⭑☆ everybody talks
✰٭⭑☆ tipsy mumbles
✰٭⭑☆ shower surprises
✰٭⭑☆ care package shenanigans
✰٭⭑☆ beach day
✰٭⭑☆ let her go
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Can I request hc’s of Bakugo, Sero, Shoji, and Shinsou with a cute gf that has chubby cheeks? She doesn’t mind them being poked, kissed, squished, or rubbed, she just lets her bf and friends do whatever they want since her face is so soft
gf with chubby cheeks HC!
characters: bakugou, shoji, sero, shinso
warnings: cheek pinching! fluff!
notes: i absolutely loved this request,, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
EDIT: i came to get back into writing and realized i hadn’t properly answered this,, IM SO SORRY
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bakugou
okay so bakugou hardly shows any physical affection, even to his girl.
BUT
there are the few occasions when the two of you are in either his or your room, and he just wants to hold you.
he won’t say it often, but he does love you, and one of the ways you’ve determined he says it without actually saying it
is when he pinches or squishes your cheeks.and because he doesn’t verbally say he loves you, he does this pretty often.
to anyone else, it would just look like bakugou’s teasing you. but you know better.
after training,, he’ll walk up to you and squish those cheeks! everyday before class, he’ll pinch your cheek before the two of you go inside.
sorry uraraka, but there’s only room for one girl with chubby cheeks, and that’s bakugou’s bb.
shoji
baby doesn’t want to hurt you, even if it is pinching your cheeks.
shoji loves you kiss your cheeks! and not just a peck, oh no,, this giant loves to press the most obnoxious kisses onto your cheeks,,
because he doesn’t take off his mask in front of his peers, he’ll usually do it with his mini shoji! (that’s what i’m calling his dupli arm mouth that does most of the talking.)
depending on where you are in the class, he’ll stretch two mouths to plant kisses on both your cheeks,, he loves to sneak up behind you and do this.
in public, he’ll press a kiss to your cheek though his mask
once the two of you are in the comfort of your dorms, his mask is off and he’s giving you the softest and sweetest besitos on those chubby cheeks of yours!
sero
oh god don’t get me started on this guy
if he had to choose one of his favorite features about your face, it’d be your cheeks!
mans loves to do everything, poke them, squish them, kiss them, rub em, everything!
especially if you have beauty marks and or freckles on them! he’ll kiss every little mark on your cheeks!
if you have a scar you don’t like? forget it, sero is all over it and kisses it forever.
his favorite thing to do is hold your cheeks between his hands and rub them in little circles.
seeing the way your eyes scrunch when he does this is one of his many pleasures
if you zone out, he pokes your cheeks, even once your back on track he’s still poking them.
he loves to rub his own cheek against yours ,, he loves you and your chubby cheeks sm!
shinso
i feel like he’s like sero on the dl
he loves to do everything with your cheeks, kiss, pinch, squish, everything!
one of his favorite things though is when he pinches your cheeks and they leave a little colored hue to them.
he thinks you're absolutely adorable.
his wallpaper is a cat pawing at your cheek while you try to carry it.
you usually try to cover your face around him because of how often he places kisses onto your cheeks!
sneaks up behind you? BAM kiss on the cheek
just sitting next to you? BOOM kiss on the cheek
one day you painted little kitty shapes on your cheeks and he fell in love with you all over again.
Just a regular strategy meeting
i love them LMAOO
I saw that you bought a sero blanket and I was like “wait there’s no way that’s real” but then I looked it up and the next thing I knew I got it for Christmas 😭
HAHA!!! that’s amazing! i knew about there being blankets for the other characters but when i saw sero i was like “mom PLEASE-“
la rosca
pairings: hanta sero x latina!reader
summary: es la rosca de reyes, who has the baby?
warnings: spanish, cursing, a knife?, crack, let’s pretend sato has a bakery grade oven-
notes: just a little thing based on something that happened to my tia lmao
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it was january 6th, a lot of people would say it’s just a normal day, but for you and sero, it was a holiday.
el rosca de reyes is a traditional holiday where members of your family or household, would gather to cut a slice of a large decorated bread. the bread, decorated with sugar and colorful candies had about 11 tiny plastic babies. if your slice had one of these, you had to make food for everyone in a few weeks to come.
thinking it would be a fun thing to do with your classmates, you enlisted sato to aid you in baking the rosca. once it was in the oven, the others became curious,
“what’s that?” they asked, crouching to get a look at the bread, “it’s for tonight! it’s a sweet bread!” you explained, deciding to keep the actual explanation till later that night.
and a few hours later, there you were, surrounding the large bread on one of the dorm’s tables as the others looked at it curiously.
“so.. there’s babies inside?..” kaminari asked, stepping away and behind kirishima, you and sero laughed, “obviously not real babies, just little plastic ones.” you explain.
“and if we cut a piece and the baby’s inside, we have to cook?” midoriya asked while taking notes. he had made it his job to note every important holiday for you, mostly so you’d feel a little more at home when they came around.
“pretty much!” you say waving the bread knife, “who’s first?” you call, looking around to see a lot of your friends had their hands raised, “iida! how about you go first.” you say handing him the knife, “as class president, i should participate!” was all he said before bending down to cut a slice.
the class watched in anticipation, so once he pulled his piece away you moved around him to look, “check inside.” you say as he poked his finger into the bread, feeling around for any plastic, “empty.” was all he said, sounding almost saddened.
“para la otra vez.” you sympathize, patting his shoulder and handing the knife to sero who passed it to the next person.
so because of how big the class was you guys had to make a pretty big rosca, so everyone had enough to go around. “what’s going on here?” aizawa asked as he entered, raising a brow at his students who were huddled around a table.
“want a slice?” you ask happily, watching him think over it before ultimately nodding, “here you go.” you say handing him the knife, curious as to why he needed to cut it.
with a slight shrug, he hunched down to cut a pice, only for the knife to hit something. everyone’s heads turned to their teacher, eyes lighting up at his mild confusion. managing to split his piece, he pulled it up to his face, plucking out the little white plastic baby,
“what the hell?..” he muttered as you all laughed, “there’s a baby in this bread?” he looked at you, mostly for confirmation if it should’ve been there or not.
“looks like you gotta cook for us aizawa!” kaminari and mina cheered as he raised another brow at the news.
sero decided it was his turn, cutting piece and handing the knife over to someone else. he winked at you and took a bite.
you remembered you actually had made some hot chocolate to accompany the bread, and the second you turned around, you missed the way sero’s jaw tensed and eyes widened.
“mmpf- don’t worry baby, i’ll go get it-“ he said covering his mouth, cheeks stuffed with bread. thinking nothing of it you nodded and went back to the group, laughing when bakugou pulled the baby out of his slice.
due to the loud commotion of your peers and the fact that all might had joined the celebration, you almost missed the sound that came from the kitchen, you’re surprised you even heard it.
the clank of something hard falling into the sink. turning around at breakneck speed, you caught sero hunched over the sink, mouth now empty.
your jaw dropped and a laugh of disbelief came from you, catching a few of your classmates’ attention.
“you did NOT just do what i think you just did!” you say moving over to the sink, only for sero to stop you and try and guide you back to the dining tables, “what are you talking about?” he tried, although unsuccessful when shoji stretched an eye to the sink, his covered mouth reveling the news.
“he spit out the baby.” he said which made everyone laugh at his poor attempt to hide the fact he had gotten the baby.
“so, what cha making?” you ask him, handing him the offending object and pulling him back to the table, “you know i’m not good at cooking.” he says rubbing the back of his neck.
standing on your tippy toes, you lean up and kiss his cheek, his flushed cheeks making you smile, “i’ll help you out mi amor.”
Can I request cute, fluffy headcannons of Shoji, Gang Orca (if you write for him), Bakugo, and Shinsou with a gf that has a toddler sister that’s nice to everyone regardless of their quirk and looks so the minute these guys meet her she’ll hold her arms to them and ask for “ups” or enjoy being around them? I added Bakugo cuz he yelled at kids, which scared them and Shinsou since he’s often seen as a villain (plus I luv him 🥺)
s/o with a younger sister who wants upsies
parings: shoji, gang orca, bakugou, shinsou
warnings: fluff, toddlers,
notes: THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!! ALSO, i wrote it and realized it’s pretty gender neutral so anyone can enjoy!
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shoji
first off,, bb wears a mask because once he scared a little girl because of his face. he also was born in a town where mutation quirks were frowned upon.
he’s mentally preparing for your little sister to run away crying.
you constantly reassure him that your little sister isn’t like that, your family never taught you to look down on anyone, based on their looks or quirks, mutation or not.
so when he meets your little sister for the first time, he’s astonished to see that she wakes right up to him.
he was so scared that if he moved, she would be frightened,, however she looked up at him with those big toddler eyes and raised her pudgy little hands, making grabby motions.
“up! up!” she says, jumping to make it apparent that she wants to be picked up.
he picks her up so gently and is instantly in love with her.
so is it just your family’s thing to steal his heart?
she demands he come over more often so she can literally climb him, and shoji doesn’t mind one bit.
gang orca
honestly? he was your little sister’s favorite pro hero.
so when you told her you were dating Kugo, she was ecstatic!
when you bring him over to meet your sister, he’s pleasantly surprised to see this little toddler waddle up to him the best she could.
“hello little one.” was his greeting, crouching down and giving her one of the roses from the bouquet he’d gotten for you.
she giggled and squealed into her chubby little hands, holding the rose tightly in one hand and demanding he carry her with the other.
“mr! mr! up up up!” she said excitedly, how could he say no?
you smiled as he picked her up, her eyes lighting up at the height she was at,,
she loves to run her hands over his face, intrigued by the way his skin felt
honestly this was the point when you and him decided to have a child of your own.
will forget his own strength and toss her up a little to high, BUT HE CATCHES HER
bakugou
is a bratty child himself
honestly was not excited to meet your little sister, assuming she was gonna be “annoying like every snot nosed brat out there.”
when you brought him to your house, you were teasing him about not being able to stand a toddler
he automatically got defensive and began popping explosions in the palms of his hands, that’s when your sister ran out of the house.
he immediately recoiled, however regained composer when she just stopped in front of him eyes wide.
“what the hell do you want, brat?”
“up up!” she says, jumping in place and raising her arms. you nudge him and with a grunt, he folds.
upon picking her up, she points at his free hand and goes, “pop pop!”
understanding what she meant, he brought his hand up and began creating small explosions in the palm of his hands, almost looking like tiny fireworks.
your sister cheered and clapped, greatly amused by the display.
“maybe this brat isn’t that bad...”
he also plays with her a little too roughly, tossing her up too high, and holding her avive his head and running around with her, but she loves it.
shinsou
he knows he looks a little rough around the edges, but that’s not what he’s worried about.
for a toddler, your little sister was actually pretty smart, so when he first met her she asked was his quirk was.
he’s pretty insecure about it, so he tried to hangs the subject, but your sister would not let it go.
once he finally admitted to what his quirk was, she was amazed.
definitely not the reaction he was expecting. all his life he was told that his quirk was villainous, yet here your little sister was talking about how well his quirk would be when he becomes a pro hero.
when she demanded he show her how it worked, he smirked and decided to do it on you,
“what team?”
“wildcats! aw-“ and he got you under his spell.
your sister clapped and cheered as she watched you being him a glass of water and plant yourself into his lap under his control.
“up!” once again your little sister surprised him. since kids were usually afraid of him, he didn’t expect this, nonetheless he picked your sister up.
he’s also totally the one to throw them up in the air and catch them
i’ve just been binging your fics and i need to listen to more selena, si tienes algunas recomendaciónes?? 😛✋
AHHHH encantó sus canciones popular like: como la flor, amor prohibido, dreaming of you, baila esta cumbia, que creías, no debes jugar, and i really like the mi primeros éxitos album!
thank you for reading !! it really means a lot to hear people actually read and enjoy them! <3
TUYO WAS 🤩🤩🤩 in definitely here for more latina!reader !!
AHHH THANK YOU!! and i’m definitely here to write more latina!reader!!
happy new year!
pairings: hanta sero x reader
notes: just a little something i wrote for myself for the new year!
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“hanta?” you call out, his arm around you pulling you closer at the mention of his name, “yeah babe?” came his response.
“you helped me through so much this year, i don’t know how to thank you.” you say curling into his side even more, a kiss on your head prompting you to look up at his grinning face.
“you don’t have to thank me babe, not at all. i’m here because i love you, so so much. yeah, this year may have kicked are asses, but we got through it didn’t we?” he says, all of his pauses turning into kisses on your face.
“i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you say against his lips, feeling him smile against your own.
“you’d probably be in a lost in a ditch somewhere.” he jokes, making you push him away, “Ah you dork! way to ruin the moment!” you shout at him, your hand pushing his face away now trapped in his hold as he ran kisses up your arm.
you were now caged under him on the couch, your hands comfortingly set against this chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingers.
sero looked down at you so the pure love and adoration in his eyes, honored that you let him be part of your life for another year.
you suddenly heard all the fireworks and cheers of people nearby, without checking, you both knew that it has now stuck midnight.
“can i kiss you? my good luck charm for the new year?” he says burying his face in your neck, his breath and loose hairs tickling you.
“of course hanta. i love you.” you say as he lifts his head, only to bring his lips back down on on yours, against your lips he speaks, “god, i love you too.”
you feel his hands interlacing with your own, pinning them beside your head as the two of you kiss passionately, the new year lying in wait for the two of you to take it on.
“happy new year.”
hii, hope you're doing well and enjoyed christmas with your family! can you maybe make a drabble or something similar based on a song? bc every time i listen to "tuyo by rodrigo amarante" i cant help but associate it with todoroki for some reason, anyways, if you can't it's completely fine! also: i really like your writing 💜
tuyo
pairings: shoto todoroki x latina!reader
summary: shoto hears your music and he suddenly becomes very interested in the language.
warnings: spanish, fluff, kissing, think that’s it?
notes: HI! THANK YOU,, YES I HAD A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND I HOPE YOU DID AS WELL, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IM SORRY ITS SO LATE,, AND THANK YOU FOR READING 😭
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it was finally the weekend, homework finished and your next two days off, you decided it was about time to clean your room.
turning on your playlist, you danced and sang along to the familiar notes and words that flowed out of your speaker.
shoto looked up from his book, almost as if he were trying to see the music notes that had had their way to his room. granted they were slightly muffled, but the music made him want to sway.
his curiosity got the better of him, setting his book down and poking his head out the door, trying to get a feel as to where the music would be coming from.
realizing it wasn’t on his side of the dorms, he made his way to the female side of the dorms, noticing that the music was in fact coming from this side of the building.
with what little information he had, he was able to pinpoint the music as coming from your room. see, shoto had been keeping his eye on you, not in the sense as he had midoriya, but in a normal boyish way. simply, you had caught his eye.
over the course of the semester, you’d taken on the job of cracking open shoto’s exterior. you joked that it was both too hot and or too cold for people to get even remotely close to him, but you always insisted that the high or low temperatures never bothered you.
with that visual in mind, shoto could say that you used a fire extinguisher and a lighter to melt away his front, finally being able to get close enough to him to talk.
sure he was a little rough around the edges, but you understood, and once todoroki had come clean to you about his childhood, you knew you were never going to leave his side.
smiling at the memory, he found his way to your room, knocking and waiting for your response. he could hear you singing inside, not fazed by his knocking at all, so he could only assume that you couldn’t hear him.
trying the knob, he found it unlocked, turning it and opening up the door. to his amusement, not only were you singing, you were also dancing with your broom as your partner, hips swaying and feet moving along to the rhythm.
he leaned against the doorway with a small smirk, loving the way you had completely immersed yourself in your own element.
“todoroki!” you shouted in surprise, your face flushing a few shades darker in embarrassment, him having caught you in such a scenario.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.” came his response, still standing under the doorway, “well don’t just stand there? come in!” you allow, going back to sweeping as he entered and gently shut the door behind him.
you’d turned down the volume, it was still loud enough that it filled the room, but it was low enough to the point where he could hear you mumbling along to it.
“you have a lovely voice.” he said, not looking up, almost surprised by his own words. turning to look at him with wide eyes, you felt your face getting hot once more. that seemed to be how it usually felt whenever you were around him.
before you could thank him, he spoke again, “it’s spanish, correct?” he asks, fiddling with his thumbs while trying to keep it together.
“yep,” you begin, setting your broom against the wall, “are you familiar?” you ask, sitting next to shoto who had taken a seat on your bed.
“no unfortunately, my father only had me learn english and french.” he muttered, annoyed with his father for not hiring him a spanish tutor amongst tutors for all other things. even when he was enrolled in a private academy as a child, he was made to learn english first and foremost.
“i hear your music constantly, and it sounds wonderful,” He said, head still hung, “i just wish i could understand it in the way you do.” you smile at him, surprised that he’s taken an interest in your language.
“i could teach you some if you’d like.” you offer him. he seemed to have liked the idea, because his head shot up and his mismatched eyes met yours, “yes please!” he said with a nod.
“how about this song?” he suggests, your brain now going to tune into the music that’s been playing, breaking out of focus on the way his eyes looked at you.
you listened to the words, flustering a bit at the song he decided to focus on.
“Soy el fuego que arde tu piel. Soy el agua que mata tu sed” you repeated the lyrics, watching as his eyes widened a bit at your pronunciation and how easy the words seemed to slip off your tongue. the language he wanted to learn because he loved the ways your eyes brightened when you spoke it.
“what does it mean?” he asks you, unconsciously scooting in closer, “i’m the fire that burns your skin. i am the water that kills your thirst.” you translate, immediately seeing his eyes darken a bit as he pulls away.
“why would they want to be the fire that burns you?” he asks, mind immediately going to the place it was in before midoriya helped him.
“it’s not said in a literal sense.” you giggle at his honest confusion, his eyes softening at the sound of your quiet laughter.
when you looked back up, your breath hitched at how close the two of you were, you could almost feel his breath fanning over your face. you couldn’t help the flicker of your eyes that went from his lips to his eyes, only to see him staring back at you,
“La garganta que ansío mojar. Que temo ahogar de amor. Y cuales deseos me vas a dar?” you mumble, afraid to move, the way you would when you see a deer in the woods, afraid to scare it off.
“what does that mean?” he whispers, you catch his eyes move down to your lips, staying there for a moment, his intense gaze making you lick your lips.
“The throat that I long to wet. That I fear to drown with love. And which desires will you give me?” you say, and as if the two of you couldn’t hold back any longer, leaning in, your lips are pressed together.
his hand goes to hold your neck, pulling you closer to him. your hands fly to his shoulders while his other hand goes to your waist, and with a gentle tug, you find yourself straddling his lap, never breaking the kiss.
as the song finishes, you pull away, foreheads resting against one another. you can’t help the laugh that escapes your belly, the sound mesmerizing him, however he can’t hold back his own chuckles.
“are all of your spanish lessons like this? if so, i’d gladly have you be my teacher.” he says smugly making you laugh and pull him into another kiss.
real shit tho, sero would 100% carry a polaroid of you in his wallet and/or in his car. whether it be dirty or innocent, maybe BOTH. but you best believe this man would want to see you EVERYWHERE he LOVES YOU
feliz navidad !
parings: hanta sero x latina!reader
summary: it’s christmas eve! and you and sero want to celebrate the holiday in a familiar way.
warnings: latin reader and latin sero hc, mexican food, a bit of spanish, a few curses on my part, ooc,
notes: MORE NOTES AT THE END OF THE WORK- happy holidays everyone! here’s a little something to keep my fellow, midnight present openers, company!
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“sero stop eating the filling!” you scold, shaking his head with the handle of the spoon you were holding, turning it back around to continue spreading the masa on the corn husk.
he winced at the pain and rubbed his head, the bits of the filling de puerco around his mouth.
“sorry babe! i cant help it though, it’s really good.” he says eying you as you wipe the food off his mouth with a napkin. he hummed at the attention and placed his hands on your hips,
“you look beautiful, you know?” he says, making you blush, looking down at your food stained apron and christmas outfit. “i don’t think it’s all that.” you mumble, going back to preparing the tamales, adding the filling and rolling it up.
sero suddenly connected to the speaker the two of you had brought, the loud music scaring the shit out of you.
“turn that down! it’s late!” you scold, watching him stumble to lower the volume, “sorry, but it’s too quiet.” he says almost unapologetically. you flicked your santa hat back into its proper spot and continued working.
both of you were kinda right, it was a bit late, about 10 o’clock, and due to the two of you being the only ones up in the dorm’s kitchen, it was pretty quiet.
but why were the two of you up so late? well, it was christmas eve! that usually wouldn’t warrant the actions, but you and sero grew up with the tradition of waiting till midnight to open gifts.
also the two of you had missed home and the cultures, so you thought, why not bring home here?
so it was just the two of you, making tamales in the dimly lit kitchen. he handed the ready ones to you while you placed them into the large pot you were going to cook them in.
“don’t burn yourself.” sero teases, noticing how you need to stick your arm in to place them. nudging him with your foot, you both laughed and carried on.
not long after, the champurrado was ready. searching some for sero and yourself, you two sat on the couch. staring at the brightly lit christmas tree, a fuzzy blanket over your laps, and a warm drink in your hands really set the mood.
without a word, sero turned to look at you, smiling and lowering his head to kiss the tip of your nose, making you giggle and rub your nose against his.
after about a half hour, the two of you lightly jumped in surprise when you heard the elevator doors open, turning to see who walked out, you both laughed.
“what’s so funny?” a sleepy kaminari asked, rubbing his tired eyes and squinting at the two of you.
“nothing.” was all you two could respond before he bound over to the two of you, holding over the back of the couch and sitting in between you.
“whatchu guys doin 'up?” he piped up, snatching the drink out of your hands and taking a few questioning sips. “this is pretty good!” he exclaims.
“you want some?” sero asks, laughing at his friend who nodded excitedly and made himself comfortable under the blanket and against your side.
kaminari had whipped out his phone quietly, your peripherals picking up him typing a few words before shoving it back in his sweatpants pocket.
he only smiled at you with faux innocence when you glanced down questioningly at him.
right as sero came back with another mug, the elevator doors opened up again, this time revealing kirishima and bakugou. kiri looked way happier than bakugou did, he looked like he was ready to bow up all of you.
“what are you two doing up?” you ask him, laughing knowingly when kirishima holds up his phone, revealing a message from kaminari.
“now, we could ask you two the same question.” kirishima asks, throwing bakugou onto the other couch. you heard a quiet, “i’ll get more drinks” from behind you, making you laugh.
“well, it’s christmas eve, and sero and i are used to waiting up till midnight to open gifts.” you explain, watching kirishima and kaminari’s eyes light up.
“woah! you mean you don’t wait till the morning?” the blonde asks, bouncing in his seat, however careful as to not spill the hot drink.
“pretty much, we also made some food.” sero says, this time bakugou perking up, “what kind of food?” he asks gruffly.
as you went to go check on the tamales, the elevator doors opened up again, this time revealing the entire deku squad.
yes, even iida.
“what?..” you trailed off, “kiri.” they all said holding up their phones. you giggled, “you want some?” you ask them as they run over to see what you were serving for drinks.
“oo that smells good!” midoriya, uraraka and asui all exclaimed, todoroki and iida curiously looking into the pot of tamales.
“what are these?” shoto asks, “they’re called tamales. they’re corn dough and filled with corn and beef.” you explain in a simple way.
not even 5 minutes later, the whole common room was full of your classmates, all dressed in their pj’s and their custom christmas hats. everyone was either sitting on the couches, on the floor around the three with a christmas movie playing, or helping you in the kitchen.
once sato arrived with his baking stuff, you got to work on making various pan dulces to go along with the hot chocolate and champurrado.
everyone was chatting and even singing a few different versions of christmas songs that made you all laugh. at about 11:40 a voice rang out that made you all freeze.
“what are you all doing at this hour?” aizawa’s voice boomed, effectively scaring all of you. before you could stand up to take the blame, sero placed a hand on your shoulder and stood.
“uh, mr. aizawa, this was all me, i got homesick and, sir it’s christmas eve,” he says, getting nervous under his teacher’s glare, “i’m aware.” aizawa cut him off, making him stutter.
you looked up at him reassuringly and took his hand, “and for us it’s traditionally celebrated on christmas eve, and the opening presents starts at midnight.” sero finished explaining, his charming grin slightly wobbling.
the tired man groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. with a defeated sigh, he waved his hand and looked up at all of your waiting faces, “fine, continue. but you all are cleaning up.” he says as you all cheer, that’s when he smells the food in the kitchen.
you smile at him as you approach, offering him his awaiting cat mug and a pan dulce, “merry christmas mr. aizawa!” you say cheerfully, smiling even wider when he takes the offerings.
all might also burst in at some point, the two teachers now with their own santa hats and christmas snacks.
you and sero were so preoccupied with one another that you didn’t notice uraraka floating above the two of you, her giggles and the whispers in the room alerting you.
looking, you and sero saw she was holding a bundle of mistletoe above the two of you.
“feliz navidad, hanta.” you say lovingly, sighing in content when sero’s hands come to cup your cheeks.
“feliz navidad, mi amor.” sero says with equal amounts of love as he leans down to press a kiss on your lips, both of you smiling when you hear the cheers and whistles of your classmates.
“hey, it’s midnight!” a voice says, the two of you pulling apart and staring at one another while the sounds of joyful voices, wrapping paper tearing and laughter.
“happy holidays everyone!!”
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hello again! thank you all for reading and sticking with me up to now, if you’re new here, hello!! requests are open and comments are always appreciated!! don't be afraid to say Hi either! or ask some questions if you want,, happy holidays everyone!
reader insert fic i’d be reading: my pale skin flushed pink at his stare
my tan, brown, latina self:
under the mistletoe HC
1-A boys addition
warnings: uhhh kissing? tamales and champurado, bakugou being bakugou, sero being sero, endeavor mention
summary: how some of the 1-a boys get caught under the mistletoe toe with you!
notes: HEY since it’s close to christmas, have these! this is just some of the class 1a boys, but i’m also writing for the girls which will have their own post! as will pro heroes if y’all are interested.
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sero
- “hey mami”
- “sero NO”
- he definitely knew where all of the mistletoe was hung, or he was the one to put them up.
- would go one of two ways
- he slyly pulls you under a doorway with the mistletoe above the two of you and kisses you OR
- he’s so entertained with you that he doesn’t realize they’re under the mistletoe, and you’re actually the one who points it out
- WILL BLUSH,, even if he plays himself off as suave and confident, he practically dissolves when it comes to you.
- tell me he couldn’t like,, smile while you guys are kissing AH
- he would cradle your face and ask if he could kiss you
- when you say yes, he tries not to let it show how excited he is.
- his kiss is soft and sweet,, like, literally sweet, he’s been eating the sweet tamales you’ve made.
kirishima
- bb is lowkey insecure, so if you two were somehow caught under the mistletoe toe, he’d blush and APOLOGIZE
- “oh man! i’m so sorry, you don’t have to do this with me-“
- please silence him with some kisses
- if you take his hands in yours he’ll be plenty surprised, shocked even
- tbh he probably forgot mistletoe was a thing
- he was too preoccupied with the champurado and pan dulce to even notice when they were being hung, or where for that matter
- his kisses would be a little rough, he hasn’t kissed many girls, especially any girls as pretty as you.
- teeth my accidental clash together but the kiss is short and innocent.
kaminari
- this boy knew EXACTLY where the mistletoe toe was
- he wouldn’t even hide the fact that he wanted to kiss you
- relationship or not he’d be eager to kiss you any chance he got, and what better excuse to kiss you than being under the mistletoe
- he was trying to find his gifts in the large pile that sat under the huge christmas tree the class had managed to snag for the dorms
- he saw you enter the room and immediately went to pull you to the nearest doorway.
- when he pulls you into a kiss, it felt eclectic.
- that’s because he got a little too excited and sent a jolt of electricity through the two of you
- when you pulled away from the kiss, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. he short circuited
bakugou
- yeah good luck getting him to stay under a mistletoe, let alone under one.
- how the two of you managed to both be caught under the mistletoe was a mystery.
- BUT it totally wasn’t because kirishima and mina had sent the two of you to the same place in an attempt to get you two under the doorway.
- definitely not
- bakugou would immediately try to leave, it lowkey hurt, but you understood
- until sero challenged him, “you too chicken to kiss a pretty girl bakubro? i bet you’ve never even kissed a girl!”
- oh now bakugou was gonna do it out of SPITE
- the kiss was harsh, your teeth clashes together but bakugou gripped you by your shoulders, preventing you from pulling away
- finally getting a chance to breathe, he pushed you away with a faint blush on his cheeks, scowling at the others.
midoriya
- all i can say is, izuku is baby
- now this boy knows what’s supposed to happen, but is unsure if you want it to happen
- since his hair was so green, you and uraraka decided to pin little ornament looking clips onto his hair.
- in doing so, you hadn’t noticed that a little mistletoe charm was added.
- he’d walked up to you, a few drinks in one hand and balancing some tamales in the other.
- that’s when you noticed the clip, and as if on instinct to seeing it, you leaned in and pecked his lips.
- yeah he’s GONE
- blushing and covering his face while you took the drinks and food before he could drop them
iida
- he thought the tradition was inappropriate
- but he did have a crush on you
- you actually snuck up behind him on the couch and raised the mistletoe
- he was surprised to say the least, about to deny the chance to kiss, only to be cut off by your lips on his cheek, effectively shutting him up
- iida.exe has stopped working
- as if something switched in him, he turned around and pulled your lips onto his, kissing you for real this time
- everyone was shocked at the actions of their class president, however they cheered him on.
shoto
- let’s be honest,, my boi has no idea what it is
- you think enji let shoto celebrate christmas? no
- poor babe has no clue, so when he sees all of you decorating and wrapping gifts, he is completely at a loss.
- you actually take it upon yourself to teach him about christmas.
- when you get to the topic mistletoe he’s confused,
- “so, if you’re under this,” he says gesturing to the mistletoe, “you must kiss?” he confirms, lighting up a bit when he sees you smile and nod,
- “that’s right!” you cheer, only to be surprised when he pulls you into a kiss.
- would it be cliche to say his kisses taste like peppermint? it leaves a minty taste in your mouth, the feeling leaving you breathless
- “well that’s one way of getting into the christmas spirit”
shoji
- be gentle with bb boi
- you two actually bumped into each other, when he went to apologize however, he felt the mistletoe brush against his head.
- when he realized what it was, he blushed under his mask
- “would you look at that.” you giggle
-like kirishima, he’s insecure and apologizes
- you ask permission, unaffected by his looks,
- “are you sure? with me?” he tries to understand.
- “only if you want. you don’t even need to take off your mask.” you compromise, smiling at him
- he gently pulls you close and uses his arms to encase the two of you. you place your hands on his face and look at him for permission.
- feeling him nod, you gently pull down the front of his mask and press a soft kiss to his lips.
ojiro
- funny enough, the two of you were actually hanging them up.
- it didn’t click until he had lowered you on his tail from attaching it to the doorway, the two of you looking up and realizing the predicament you were in.
- he’s a good spirit on the holidays, so there isn’t much awkwardness after you two laugh it off.
- he places a hand on your neck and gently pulls you in, his lips planting themselves on yours.
- his kisses are soft, but you can feel the passionate energy within it.
- you bother we’re blushing when he pulled away, feelings beginning to stir within the two of you.
this is a poem
i couldn’t not draw this
my new favorite thing
Can you do a request for me? Dabi × latina reader?
It can be whatever, i just enojy reading your writings
the one where dabi gets hurt
pairings: dabi x latina!reader
summary: dabi gets hurt and you patch him up, that’s all your relationship has been. until now.
warnings: spanish, crushing, blood, stitching and stapling skin, it’s dabi,
notes: hi! you pretty much let me do whatever so this is what i came up with! i hope you all enjoy!
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living in a world where about 80 percent of the population has quirks sounds easy, and with pro heroes in every nation, you think things would be okay. but with the rise of good, there’s always the rise of evil.
you always wondered what it must be like for those who’s partners worked in the field either as pro heroes or in the law. constantly worrying about their safety, praying they return home another day, the insurance.
even for as much as the hero society did for the general population, getting paid for being a hero never really sat right with you. not that you hated pro heroes, you just didn’t necessarily agree with their system.
not long before stain made a name for himself as the “hero killer”, you had bumped into a bleeding dabi in an alleyway on your way back home.
you knew exactly who he was, and you knew what he was fighting for, so you offered to help him. at first, he threatened you, shooting a flame in your direction as he stumbled, smearing his blood along the brick.
after some nasty words and convincing, you managed to get him into your home and sent him on his way later that night.
after that first meeting, he would return to your place at ungodly times of the night to get patched up. tonight was no different.
you were currently in your kitchen, wondering what you wanted for dinner. sipping on a glass of water, you didn’t notice the window above the fire escape open, not until you heard a crash from behind you.
snapping your neck towards the sound, you cursed at who just wrecked your coffee table.
“Jesus christ, dabi.” you scold, removing your apron and rushing over to him, sitting him on your couch and turning on your side lamp. as the dark room lit up, you gasped at his appearance.
“hey doll...” he said with a grunt, pressing a hand to his side in pain, “what happened to you?” you ask him, pulling out the large first aid kit you kept under the couch just for dabi.
“got in a bit of trouble with some guys at a bar, no biggie.” he explains, attempting to sit up, only to groan and return back to his original position, “ay no mames, ‘no biggie’ my ass dabi, they fucked you up.” you scoff, holding his face in your hands and turning his head at different angles, checking for any injuries that needed immediate attention.
“take this off.” you say motioning to his shirt before you open the first aid kit, pulling out the already sterilized needle and thread.
“if you wanted me to get naked you could’ve just asked, dollface.” he teases, crying out when you jab a deep laceration on what’s left of his original torso. you also noticed his sin grafts were torn in some places, meaning you’d have to staple them back into place.
you make a noise of distaste and begin cleaning what you needed to properly seal the wound. “sin vergüenza, y luego nomas vienes a mi casa sangrando y roto.” you scold him, he rolls his eyes at your words.
for as long as you’d known dabi, he managed to pick up some spanish, mostly to be able to talk shit about shigaraki in front of his face, but it also didn’t mean he was good at it. he loved listening to you speak in your mother tongue, even if he got lost due to how fast you would go when you weren’t paying attention.
and when you sang in spanish, it was like dabi fell in love all over again. wait... fell in love?..
aw shit
dabi watched you stitch his skin back together, not in a professional way whatsoever, but in a pattern he’d seen you use to repair the tears in his clothing. he chuckled a bit at that thought, making him wince.
after a particularly harsh stitch, he flinched, “fuck (y/n), you trying to finish what they started?” he asked, looking down to see you finished with the wound, making your way back into the first aid box to grab the stapler.
“maybe i wouldn’t have to if you didn’t pick fights at bars.” you say grabbing what you need, checking to make sure it was sufficiently loaded.
“these are at a weird angle, do you mind if i..” you say gesturing to his lap, “not at all doll.” he responds smugly, watching the way you crawled onto his lap, caging him in between your thick thighs.
“que no te muevas.” you warn, getting close to push his skin grafts and skin back together before stapling it back into place, “i won’t!” he defends.
dabi admired you. he admired your values, your ideas, your lifestyle and your whole. he liked coming over when he wasn’t too injured, especially while you were cleaning and singing your heart out on the weekends.
he helped you cook sometimes too, even if it was more forcing him to help you. the way you’d show him how to cut vegetables or meat and prepare it was all new to him. in the league, it was mostly takeout and whatever they could find, so it was nice to know how to actually make meals and take them back with him for the others.
he watched your brows furrowed in concentration while you stapled his skin, the sound of the mechanics making you flinch, almost as if it was hurting you.
“thank you.” he mumbled out, the way your head shot up to stare at him in surprise made him warm. “they must’ve hit your head too hard.” you tease, going back down to continue your work, only for him to take your chin in between his fingers and lift your head to stare at you.
“i’m serious. i-i know i don’t say it and i know i can be an ass, but what you do seriously means a lot.” he says almost shyly, looking away from the way your eyes seemed to bore into his soul. the warmth of your chocolate eyes comforting him. even the way your hair fell around your shoulder entranced him, watching the way the curls bounced at the slightest movement.
“you don’t need to thank me.” was all you said, too shy to look into his eyes, eyes that always made you feel like you were swimming in the most tropical oceans.
you savored the way his muscle felt under the skin without drawing too much attention to yourself, chalking it up to you working on fixing him.
“your face...” you coo gently, your hands moving up to cup his cheeks without thinking. his arms went from being thrown over the back of the couch to his hands being gently placed on your hips.
“dabi i,” you began, a quick kiss to your hand cut you off, “i know doll.. me too.”
and with that said, you month leaned into one another, lips meeting his. the kiss had your heart beating as fast as it was the day you met him. you could feel his hands gripping your hips now, trying to pull you close as you pulled him into a deeper kiss.
before the two of you could do more however, he gasped in pain and jerked back, “shit, i’m so sorry,” he shook his head, signifying it wasn’t your fault, “nah, just go easy on me.” he chuckled at your worried face, touched that someone cared for him at all.
right as he leaned back in, you pressed a finger to his lips, effectively stopping him, “come on babe, what gives?”
“si no te vayas a limpiarte, ya no te voy a besar”
“aw don’t be like that!”
