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exactly. this is thing that’s been going on forever and it needs to stop.

Let’s talk about Y/N fanfiction here in the kpop side of tumblr, shall we? (this is something that will be helpful to writers i promise!)

(first of all, yes i know that my blog is mainly alt subculture shit, but i still like to read things about groups that i liked when i had my 5 year kpop fase, deal with that)

i’ve been scrolling a lot through the “x group one shot” tags here for the past month and i’ve read almost everything that seemed interesting to me, from ships to Y/N, and i’ve noticed a pattern.

i know that some of you might not realize it while writing but…… y/n is suppose to be fitting for every individual that reads a story.

i’m not talking about things like “member x fem!reader” or “member x male!reader” and also “member x gender neutral!reader”, i’m talking about assigning characteristics to the Y/N character that doesn’t make any sense.

like, for exemple:

i was reading a story this week and at a certain point a sister of y/n was mentioned, and her name was chaeryong.

okay, what is weird about that? you might ask

well, why would i, a white latina person, have a korean-named sister? why would i have parents named mina and minho in these stories when i am… white latina?

you see where i am going?

also, physical characteristics… “i pinned my straight black hair up, put on my favorite orange crop top that had a nice contrast to my pale skin” okay, but the person reading your story might be blonde or even be dark skinned.

the whole point of an Y/N fiction is to be inclusive to the person reading it, and sometimes i feel like writers don’t take that into account. so instead of letting this get brushed off i thought i might share these views with you guys, so not only you can improve your writing to create amazing stories, but to also make your readers feel represented!

if you wanna add something to the conversation feel free to do it!

Perfect ❤️

Alucard and Aizawa(separately) with a fem reader who is 5”3 to 4”9)? Plz fluff or nsfw or both you can pick

Maybe she isn’t afraid of him. No matter how scary he gets

You Don't Scare Me for My Size

As this is for Stygianoir, the reader is Latina for this..

🍷•Alucard w/ fluff

•Once more Asshat 'Alucard' makes jokes about height in general. He lives in a basement like dungeon and he gets verbally out of hand. 

Monologuing..go figure.

•But if it does upset you due to him being insensitive, Shadow King changes his tone and behavior.

•If he has insulted you then he will attempt to apologize. Sometimes words with loving actions as just giving gifts isn't really him learning a lesson.

🍷•Alucard w/smut

•Oh good Lord this man has no shame! Unholy King will lean lower and whisper in your ear all the sexually inappropriate he wants to do with.

•How he places his hands on the wall and his head hovers over you.

You just give him the 'perfect' Latina look of behave you..

•Then you reach between his legs and cup the male junk then give a squeeze to remind Vampire King you're not scared of him or his height.

•Having sexy fun is your legs around his waist, standing with your back to a wall. His hips pistoning him into your wet core.

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🛡•Vladcard w/fluff & stuff

•So with Vlad, the average height in medieval times was 5'2" (157 cm) so your height isn't unusual. (Norse men and women were not tall either due to not huge resources of food)

•He enjoys literally sweeping you off his feet. He enjoys dancing with you, you're beautiful dark hair flowing with the motion of the steps.

Finding small alcoves in his castle you and he reside at..

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🛡•Vladcard w/ erotic acts

•Remember those little spots called alcoves? Well he likes to whisk you into one of those to take mind of horrible backstabbers that are in meetings.

•He trusts much more so being vulnerable in the act of sexual release. Vlad doesn’t want others to know that's what he does for a break.

•Perhaps sitting on a stone bench with you sitting on his lap. Your height is perfect for it!  You ride him as he enjoys playing with your breasts.

Soft nips and licking until your nipples pebble from his skillful mouth…

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⛩️•Aizawa scuff & fluff

•Pro heroes in mha all seem tall but that's not realistic for true height in Japan. (159.5 cm/ 5 2.8 inches) So you are not considered short at all.

Your Latina hair is envied by some women in Japan..

•Shouta is so comfortable with your height he wouldn't even think to tease you. Never crosses his mind as part of his culture.

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⛩️• Aizawa w/ much more than fluff

Sex swing anyone?

•A swing can be adjusted and different positions readily available l.  The sound of skin and skin contact continually.

•His lips to your ear whispering words that make you clinch harder  around his cock. His teeth now nip your neck and leaving love marks on you.

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Ask:  Short Stack and Busty

How would Aizawa/Alucard/D be around their busty s/o that deals with the daily struggle? I'm a short stack - 4'11" at 42DD with everything else of my body being"average ". High school wasn't fun with the hormonal boys. I always have a hard time finding tops that fit and last long enough - baggy hoodies are my go to but I struggle in the summer ;w; The girls and back are, of course, tender at the end of the day when the bra comes off (especially during that time of the month).

 My insurance won't cover the reduction, but honestly I'm not wanting to part with them. I spend the money on the bras that are meant for bustier women and they truly make a world of difference than big box store bras. Be well and thanks so much for your awesome writing!

📍Oh! Well my oldest is an A cup (and a stick🤨).. and the youngest DD sometimes F. So I understand due to her issues with size (42D for me but 5'5") Wire bras are a joke as your breasts ‘crawl’ under the damn wire.. Knew a friend who had a breast reduction (10lbs a breast) So I think I have this somewhat covered..

Oh! PS Alucard is the comic relief in this one so some might want to skip him.

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⛩️• the tired pro hero-Shouta Aizawa 

•Shouta learns from you what it's like to have this much weight on the upper body.  It affects exercising even if only swimming. Some women have to wear a bra under the swimsuit just to have enough coverage and even more support.

•Aizawa will go shopping for clothes with you, to help with size and how it looks for having lots of breast to cover but flatter your shorter height in relation to your boobs. Just because it says XL doesn’t mean it's the true size of XL.  And if anyone gives you ‘the look’ or makes a joke at your expense, they will feel like Mineta does in class.

•Shouta learns how to ease the pain in your shoulders from the straps cutting into your muscles that you have grooves from the bra.  How bad that affects your neck muscles too. He massages back, shoulders, neck and if you can stand it,  light touch to your sore ‘sisters’. 

•Sometimes the mere touch of the breasts is unbearable. Another reminder of how large breasts have their own problems such as you can’t be massaged by laying on your stomach!

•He would suggest hot baths as the strain on your breast muscles is lessened for a short time..  There’s a reason women drown victims are found more.  Your breasts roll your body over in water and you are tits up.

•This tired hero would support you in whichever way you wish to go.  If you want surgery then he could help ‘foot’ the bill and with no guilt.  It's just money and he doesn’t spend it much on himself.  If you choose to keep your breast size then assist with finding/visiting a place that does the size measurement and has a better selection versus box stores. Figure out which style of straps work to give more support and not leave such deep grooves on your shoulders.

•This also means finding lingerie that fits and you are comfortable in.  Big breasts do not fit in most lingerie even if size 5XL.  You choose what to wear to bed.  Sometimes you have to wear a bra, especially around your period because they hurt so bad.

•  Aizawa will always think you are the most sexy in one of his shirts. And wearing your bra doesn’t necessarily mean you aren’t interested, just hands off the breasts and concentrate on foreplay at  another area of your body like your thighs or the curve of your hips or lower back.

Shouta would be your real-true hero for sure..

🍷•The No Life-King-Alucard 

•Argh! Alucard doesn't get much out of the basement for like 20 years. He would be completely out of touch without the required cell phone.

 Sub-note: Speaking of touch, I wonder how many phones he has broken before getting his strength right to hold it or type? Remember, he had to  learn not to fuck humans to death in one mighty thrust.  Dishes…you get the picture. (Yeah.  I think about supernatural beings opening doors and eating on plates without breaking them.)

Then you came along…

•And that changes everything for you and him at Hellsing. The Shadow King became less mean and occasionally slipped a “Seras’ in.  She has' ‘huge tracts of land” and a short body frame. So he interrupts her at some of the worst times for information as it's on his time first, you know.r

He learns about proper fitting bras as yet they had some like a bra and undies but not much for support and most women were small breasted.  And the Church did preach (historical fact from research I have done before) small breasts were a sign of virtue and large breasts meant you were unfaithful and probably a prostitute.  (Sadly still in this society you get slut etc)  Alucard doesn’t care what size you are (even on buff men those mommy milkers)

As for your big and beautiful sisters, he has massage down so most times doesn’t put too much pressure on them.  And with his body running cooler, his hands feel good when the muscles turn until they itch too.

Though would be an asshat and what shower and just just stand behind with arms around from the back and give them ‘support.  Though he learns to listen and be supportive.  He used to wear heavy armor and wield a halberd (pole arm with an ax head) so Alucard has a little idea with armor needing to fit correctly in the chest for example.

Probably he is best for snuggling and watching movies. Just spending time together but a limit of hours on your phone is stated in the beginning of the relationship.

Just no vampire movies!  You will never  hear the end of it with him.  But he is the Vampire King….

•🍷Alucard..Allycard?

•Alucard is an ass hat at first. He doesn't suffer from hormones as when he's in his girlycard persona.

•He is a little better in the know from Sir Hellsing except she never mentioned sore breasts. But he's a knothead and often his brain slips back to when the medieval times, men knew nothing and didn't care they knew nothing.

•He wises up when you don't take your bra to 'air the twins' and hugging is painful even. Now his attention is caught on this new bit of information.

•The first he asked to massage them, instinct had you glaring at him. Sex at times like this?

•Then asks to touch you there. His hands are bare (jerk! Stop rolling the sigils inside your hands, gloves inside out..) And feel good just from the fact he's cooler to touch.

•He's extremely gentle, but sometimes mere grazing of a finger tip is excruciating pain. So he tries every month to see which section hurts.

Is it the muscles that hold up your breasts?

Your muscles that attach to your rib cage?

Or worse, your whole breast where the nipple rests?

•You still might cry out in pain but he does his best to make the girls feel better and not worse. The No Life King will run you a hot bath to loosen your muscles up, before.

•And if after, instead to keep the cute babes from becoming so painful after the massage.

•Alucard adores your little and cute snores because he knows you are in much less pain…

"Anything for you, îngerul meu dulce (my sweet angel).."

⚜️•Vampire Hunter D-Sacred Ancestor's son

D’s timeline and world is probably the most helpful for large breasts.  Noble’s sometimes do care for a pet human and a female companion having such issues is an inconvenience of sorts.

So bra support has been improved probably due to wearing some kind of modern age armored vest or coat.  The girls need to be supported just for what your job is.  Hence jobs not because it causes pain to a person.  (man bash: don’t care mostly)with  current female anatomy features.

There could be herbs or something derived from a Noble created monster that can be infused in a tincture.  Pain management should have improved too. And D knows all about Noble facilities and old ruins of houses where such supplies can be found.

The day he met you and you traveled with him, he gauged aspects of your body in a practical way to make your monster hunting abilities the best they can.  Sore breasts as we know can change how we do something.  We want to guard them from getting ‘smashed’..

Lefty will constantly harass D to make sure you're doing go.  At least you don’t yell and then silence him..like D can.

@stygianoir @amikartest @artsy-jandi @alucardownsmyass

I made a character based off of myself for obx because i don’t see much representation (also this is intended as plus size latina reader)

✨raccoon girlfriend✨

She can really be anyone’s girlfriend, but I mainly picture her with JJ and Topper. She’s not necessarily a pogue, but she’s from the cut, and she’s short and chubby. When I say she’s chubby, I mean she has a big stomach—not just big boobs and a butt, but she does have those too. When you first meet her, she's very outspoken and social, and once you get to talking, she never shuts the fuck up unless you're a hot guy, then she's very meek. She's very friendly but a bit of a loser, if we're being honest, so she doesn't actually have lots of friends. She’s a really weird history/anime nerd, but it’s ok because she's cute. She's not athletic, and that's why she doesn't really hang with the pogues because she cannot keep up with all their running around.

This is all I've got so far, but if you'll like it, let me know, and I'll write some more. 

JJ calls raccoon a torta because he heard people in her neighborhood call her that and thought it was cute 😔 

if y'all have anything you want me to right about let me know :3 (i'm also open to other fandoms)

This is what you look like in the front seat of toppers big ass jeep

Klitz and Raccoon!reader are loser boyfriend and even bigger loser girlfriend (don't argue with me I'm right) their the weird band kid couple in high school

i got some frat!rafe x raccoon!reader ideas up my sleeve just y’all wait

Collage dropout reaction (not proofread)

new canon update for raccoon!reader (me)

She's a collage dropout (gasp) but in all seriousness she hated it (me I am she) and knew she had to come home

Topper is all for it because his ❤️loser❤️ girlfriend is leaving collage aka frat boys that sniff out the hot loser girls and try and get with them. This was his biggest problem that Rafe ALWAYS had to hear about.

"what if she leaves me for some loser fucking pledge that tries to talk her up man...she might fall for that shit"

our man was STRESSED and Rafe always let you know cuz he found joy in how stressed topper got over you and how much you truly dgaf. Our girl is kinda clueless when guys find her attractive so she thinks Topper is being dramatic...HES NOT. Frat boys eat you up cuz ur just this cute weird chubby little thing that doesn't have a clue what's goin on around you. Now you can bum it out at his place and be a stay at home girlfriend who will inevitable become a cozy game twitch streamer

Likewise for JJ he's pumped that you dropped out so he can KNOCK YOU UP. My man was WAITING for the day that you came back home for good so that he could get started on that soccer team of his. He don't care that y'all are 18 and 19 he's READY. Him and his auto body shop that he opened with John b (and his drug dealing on the side) can give you and the millions of babies he's giving you a nice lower middle class life that y'all have always wanted. The pouges aren't even shocked when he tells them the good news.

"We're pregnant ya'll"

These bitches made bets on how fast it would happen. but none the less they start prepping IMMEDIATELY cuz with jj and you popping out babies left and right (inevitably) it will take a village to raise all them kids

(i'm sorry for how many times I switched from 1st 2nd and 3rd person i'm working on it)

raccoon! reader moodboard plss

i tried my best i’ve never made moodboards before so i hope you like them❤️

Raccoon reader tweeting about JJ or Topper

in the next few months, hopefully I can get my computer fixed and when that happens, I’ll write frat!jj and topper x raccoon (maybe some frat prez rafe) and DEFINITELY some nerd!pope x weeb!reader …..idk what to right for jonbee

jj jombe and pope who all share the same girlfriend because they all wanted her and didn’t wanna let the other have her all to themselves

Pope acts like a regular boyfriend and even introduces you to his family (minus the sharing part)

Jombe who is a D1 clinger and never leaves your side

JJ is the one who’s always planting seeds of doubt in your mind about the others and trying to lead you away from them

what’s ur most insane dano! riddler thought 👁️ bc i like him too i just refuse to admit it

that he has a Stockholm syndrome girlfriend that he stalked and kidnapped for years before he made his move

Is anyone else pleasantly surprised at the sheer amount of black, latino and other poc!reader fics that have come out of the ATSV fandom? Like it’s normally so rare to find fanfics with a poc or a dark/brown skinned reader in mind but seeing so many different people integrate their culture and background into their work is genuinely heartwarming

Hobie Brown partying with latina!reader<3

Masterlist<3

SUGGESTIVE!!! MDNI GO AWAY OR ILL BITE YOU

I’m already giggling about this shit and haven’t even started it 🤭 just picture that emoji cause that’s how i look rn. This is written from my perspective which is from a mexican living in Mexico going to 100% mexican perreos!!!

-It took a while to convince him to be honest

-Don’t take it the wrong way though!! He’s supportive and go ahead, perrea hasta el suelo but it’s just not his scene

-He’s not a reggaetón hater, he believes every type of music has a merit to it!! BUT ITS JUST NOT HIS SCENE

-Hacerle ojitos was enough to convince him lmao

-“Mi amor please! I want you to meet my friends” You whined, looking up at him all dressed up for the party that started in about thirty minutes. How could he say no when you were looking so pretty? “Shit ‘aight” He muttered, leaving to do his makeup as you kissed his cheek sweetly

-Now when y’all get there

-HE’S ASTONISHED TO SAY THE LEAST

-Yeah sure, mosh pits were crazy and the pubs he frequently attended were also wild but seeing

-People making out with a stranger then the next, some couple basically fucking in the couch next to the door, a girl downing shots like there was no tomorrow, besos de tres, and most importantly; el perreo.

-My man gets shy n shit like he holds your hand. pls help him no entiende nada

-Your friend approaches you with two plastic cups with some golden liquid that didn’t even reach the half of the cup. “Hey Hobie! Nice to meet ya’, my name’s Martha. Tengan, para ambientarse and getting the party started for you two!”

-Hobie thought it was dumb to drink so little of something, even more when he saw how effortlessly you downed your shot. “What’s this shit?”

-Tequila. It was Herradura. Now he knows why you pour so little for a single shot.

-HE WAS WHEEZING, SPILLING HIS GUTS OUT AND ABSOLUTELY BAFFLED BECAUSE HOW DID YOU DRINK THAT WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING?????

-Your male friends definitely laughed a bit at that, pero en buena onda, they know how important Bee is to him so they’d never be mean to him hehe

-“Ay cabrón, Martha le dio tequila?” One of your friends say while laughing, his arm rounding your boyfriend’s tall figure “Sí, no soportó” You laugh back, kissing Hobie softly

-Your friends got to know him, silently questioning his intentions and stuff but not like they’re your parents. They mean well!! They just want their friend to be happy with this new dude, and some of them are men, so they definitely know how shit they can be

-“So this is what usually happens?” He asks, looking around as he takes it all in “Yup” you nod, popping the ‘p’ and smiling “I love it”.

-He found it all very freeing; no one judging, everyone moving as they pleased and drinking like hangovers weren’t real. No labels, no consistency. Just fun.

-Then… your friends pulled you to the circle to dance

-And he was done for.

-Seeing how you moved your hips in circles (something he was now sure was sort of a generic gift) changed his life forever

-You danced with your girlfriends, making a line of grinding and twerking from time to time. Some of their boyfriends reaching out to dance with them

-“Holy shit” Hobie muttered, entranced by how you ass moved in those shorts “Yeah, it’s something else” One of your friends who was now friends with Hobie (bonding over playing vodka beer pong) answered.

-“Try to dance with her man, I know you’re foreign and stuff but I don’t think Y/N/N would mind teaching you”

-His feet take him to you before he knows

-“Want me to teach you, love?” You shout so he can hear you over the music, and he just nods with a smile, holding your hands

-“Your work is just moving with me with your hands on my hips, look at Martha and her boyfriend”. He noticed how your best friend’s boyfriend kept a tight grasp on Martha’s hips, going down with her and up again if she did.

-Hobie replicated his moves and soon he got the hang of it

-Big, ring-clad fingers holding your waist tightly as he loosened his hips and felt your ass grinding against his crotch. You can feel how his tall figure looms over you, towering your smaller frame and you love it.

-As he gets more confident, he starts pulling you closer, kissing your neck from time to time and pulling away for a bit so you can scream some lyrics with your friends and then go back to him.

-It's safe to say he has a boner, yeah

-To you? It felt like an absolute dream! Imagine him grinding behind you to some track of Un Verano Sin Ti as he sings along to some of the chorus’s lyrics <3

-You got wasted, danced the night away, he perfected his spanish and you accomplished your dream; ver a Hobie Brown, el punk, perreando.

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TAGS: @kirbyskisses @angeliquecherie @cowboycurtis56 @backyard-bear @lilacspider @gktyo @katsukiswrld @elusive-honeydew @solanawrld

I'm actively ignoring my full inbox to write this so it better not flop. HERMANAS lemme know if u like it and leave in the replies what else would you like to see from hobie with a latina reader

Remember, the best way to support writer’s works on here is by REBLOGGING WITH TAGS. I’d very much appreciate it if you did!

Thanks again, stranger. Hope you have a nice day<3

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I DON'T

SUM. you had enough of life at home. You leave and suddenly arrive to your manager's house that you always go for when life is a mess for you. Too bad you forgot who her younger brother of 10 years was.

fem!reader with she/her pronouns

Latina!chubby!reader

song to listen to : I don’t by Sabrina Claudio

warnings: angst, family issues, cursing, I mean come on its Katsuki...AGED UP PRO HERO KATSUKI YESSSSS

“She didn’t defend me and let grandma call me lazy when I was helping too.”

“Stop being so dramatic oh my god.”

It was chilly tonight, but you didn’t care. You wanted to get away from home so desperately.

It was a stupid argument, but this argument had added on continuously which led to you leaving so abruptly. You’ve bitten your tongue so many times, not wanting to escalate the situation even though you had the right to.

Everyone had always claimed that you could tell them anything, especially your mother, but when you do and you’re vulnerable with her, she always had to say you were dramatic.

Being at your grandmas was your safe place, but whenever you were there with your older sister, it always had its way of making you look bad.

Ever since you were a child, you were compared to her. Like you weren’t as amazing as your older sister.

She cleaned, washed the dishes, swept and mopped at the age of 5. You were three years younger than her, but that was when you were seen as “la floja,”.

The older you had gotten the worse it got.. You both would clean together, do things together, but she always got the credit. Never saying anything to defend you when your family called you useless, the lazy one, the one who never changed.

Today was the day you were done being called lazy, the one who didn’t do anything because she was much bigger than her siblings; which would make sense to your family on why you were deemed lazy.

You knew deeply you weren’t though. You did so much yet no one seemed to notice until you made a simply mistake ONCE.

“It seems even at this age she still doesn’t do anything and leaves it for you still huh?” Your grandma said in her native tongue as she stood next to your older sister as she washed dishes.

You were there before, helping her dry them and put them away. You asked her if that was all and you walked away, but all of a sudden your grandma was there drying new dishes.

You felt your cheeks burn and a lump in your throat the way your grandma talked about you and your sister laughing while agreeing.

“She’s just like your cousin, not doing anything. She’s so lazy she can’t simply dry them.”

You felt so embarrassed and hurt that she’d even compare you to her. The girl who never got off her ass, let her dad spend all his money on stupid things while she had money of her own. The girl who’d smoke weed inside and ended up blaming you for it.

You ignored it, walking away as you sat down on the couch and consulted to your mother to just, listen.

But it had ended with her saying how stupid and dramatic you were being for that, leaving you alone as she spoke with your grandma like nothing. You always felt a favoritism with your family towards your sister. You envied her so much, but you tried to not let it get to you.

Today just wasn’t that day. You refused to speak, until your mom had enough and began to speak rudely to you while your sister was being annoyingly confused why you didn’t speak.

Later that night you waited until everyone was off somewhere else, and that was the moment you left. You simply needed a breather, get away from the family party as you departed from the house.

You didn’t realize just how far you had gotten until you reached your manager’s house.

You and her worked together for years and created an amazing relationship. She was like a mother you wished you had sometimes. You loved your mom, so much, but sometimes she would show her favoritism towards your sister too often.

You’ve been to your managers house many times for her sons’ birthdays, family cookouts, or simply just hanging out.

You paused seeing a rather really expensive car outside her driveway, making you hesitant to knock on the door until the door swung open.

You smiled brightly seeing Keiko awing up at you with a soccer ball in his arm. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked as he opened the door wider and pulling you inside.

Keiko was thirteen, with long blond hair and ruby eyes that look identical to the jewel. He was always infatuated with you, a small childhood crush on you that he had the moment he saw you when he was just a child.

All three of her children adored you, loving your presence all the time and always getting excited when you worked the shift when they’d be hanging with their mom or when you’d pick them up from practice.

The one who always brightened up towards you was the eight month old, always blabbering and wanting you to hold him.

Some see it so weird to have such a close friendship with your manager, but the two of you were so similar there wasn’t a chance in hell you two wouldn’t be friends. It seemed inevitable, even if she was 15 years older than you.

“Hey, ke, is your mom here I saw a car outside I’ve never-…seen before?” Your eyes popped out slightly, your jawing almost dropping seeing the familiar blond in the dining room.

“(Y/N), hey!! What brings you here?” You turned around seeing Kira, your manager smiling at you.

You rubbed your eyes, getting rid of the tears as you smiled back.

“Hey I’m sorry for intruding I was just in the neighborhood and decided to visit. I hope you don’t…mind.” You felt the familiar feeling of being deeply stared at, feeling your heartbeat even faster the longer you felt it.

“No no, never! I thought you were at a party tonight?” She placed the bowl of salad down and smiled, holding her hands out to an empty seat that happened to be where he was.

“I was but I got bored. You know how these parties get sometimes…” it seemed she knew exactly what you meant, frowning as she walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

As you pulled away, you looked back and saw the frown you used to be so familiar with, giving those soft eyes you missed.

Kira grabbed your hand, walking to the living room while her kids whined on why she was taking you away from them.

“What happened?” Her eyes were locked solely on you as you spoke.

You told her everything, feeling your hands shake as you talked. “I’m just so…tired of not being enough for anyone anymore. I just want my family to see me.”

She comforted you, rubbing your cheek as you cried. You asked if you could go in the yard to cool off, and she simply waved you off, to take your time.

You cried, feeling so exhausted while you sat on her swinging chair in her pretty yard. It was extremely pretty during the day but with her fairy lights around the whole yard when it was night time, it looked magical.

You felt a gentle push on the swing and you jumped back in surprise as you looked back to see him pushing you.

“Katsuki, you scared the hell out of me!” He chuckled, coming to the front as he stopped the swing.

“Seems like old habits die hard, hm?” He leaned forward and had his face directly in yours while you couldn’t help but lean back towards the pillow of the swing.

“Come on, talk to me. Kira already told me.”

“So why do I need to talk to you if she said it.” You spoke coldly. It just had to be him. Bakugo Katsuki. The most richest man in Japan. The number one hero of all of Asia. Your ex boyfriend.

“Don’t be like that, you ass. Tell me.” Even with the vulgar language he still talked gently. “You know how my family is, Katsuki. It’s nothing really. I guess I just had enough today is all…”

He huffed, extremely annoyed now that you spoke the way you would ever since you two broke up, him still not used to it. Who was he to blame though besides himself? The two of you broke it off months ago, more him, but still.

He missed you, but the way you’re being so cold makes he feel like you maybe did move on the way you said you would when he called it quits.

“It’s not true. None of it is true.” Sometimes you forgot he was related to your manager. It was annoying how he was pitying you. You just wanted some alone time.

“People say otherwise though.” You poked the bear again, knowing just where to get him because he too would always say how lazy you were just to get to you durning arguments.

“Y/N…I’m trying to have a normal conversation with you.”

“Right, normal. Look, it was good seeing you but I got to get home.”you looked anywhere but him, trying to leave the swing as you craved home now, wanting to leave immediately.

He leaned down closer than before, looking deeply in your eyes. You saw the familiar industrial piercing, the eyebrow jewelry popping out against the soft lights outside, and the tight shirt he’d wear whenever he came out of work that left little to no imagination on what’s under the thin fabric.

“Katsuki….”

“I still miss you. So much. I regret everything I said. I was an egoistic asshole who was too stubborn to apologize when everything happened. I needed time, thinking that maybe it’d be the perfect opportunity to let go, but I didn’t want to do it the way I did,” he continued as he grew flustered.

‘Wow, right to the point I see, ‘You thought.

“So please, give me another chance to make it right. I’m…fuck I’m sorry. Really sorry.” He spoke, chewing on the lip ring that hugged his plump bottom lip.

You looked at him concerned and confused, not hearing a genuine apology from him in so long, especially after that last argument that ended your five year relationship.

“…you mean it?” You asked softly, playing with your fingers, a habit you had since UA, before he was a hero, before you two even met. A habit he grew to adore.

Old habits die hard.

“I’m…sorry too. For what I said when you broke up with me and saying how I’d move on, we both know that wouldn’t happen. I was infatuated with you.” You smiled looking up, holding his shoulder as he leaned down closer. You caught a glimpse of your promise ring on his necklace, the one you threw on the floor of your shared apartment when he wanted to leave you.

“I still keep it. Everyday I’d wear it just to remember your face and how much of a fucking idiot I was to ever bring that stupid topic up. I was scared though, when you said that,” he sighed, running his fingers into your hair softly.

‘If you don’t want me I’m sure someone would love and appreciate me! Dont come back to me when I move on with someone who cares!’

“I was stubborn to reach out before that happened, but now that I saw you, I gave up trying to be a hard ass. I needed to tell you have I feel. I’m sorry it took me so long…”

“Katsuki, mom wants you.” You accidentally jumped, banging your head into his and hiss as the both of you grabbed your heads in pain.

“Keiko you motherfucker!” Katsuki barked angrily at his nephew who was standing on the porch holding his baby brother and Kaito; the second oldest, looking at each other smugly.

You stood up smiling, placing a soft hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. The was a bright red mark on his forehead and you could only imagine how yours looked too.

“Thank you, Katsuki. I appreciate you saying how you felt, but I have to go now…” You didn’t know what else to say. It was always you saying these words to him but hearing it from him, it did something to you that made you want to runaway in fear, in fear if you let him in again these words would mean nothing.

Just as you spoke the last two words to him, his phone began to ring. It was your baby sister who was calling him. A FaceTime call at that.

He answered it smiling, seeing your sister again after so long. “Kats! Have you seen my sister?!” You heard her voice wobble, making you peak over giggling.

“Oh baby don’t cry she’s right here.” He handed you the phone as you gushed at how cute she looked.

The two of you talked, mainly you trying to calm down her sobbing. She always brightened your day. Even though she was only five, she truly was one of the closest people you’ve had in so long.

At such a young age she seemed to always understand what and how you felt. The way she feels seeing you in distress made her feel distress. It made you sad seeing how much she feels at such a young age towards you, making you not want to mention anything bad that has happened to you most times.

“KEIKOOOO!” She wailed when you accidentally showed the background making you sigh as Keiko’s eyes bulged out.

It was so funny knowing Keiko had a crush on you while your baby sister had a crush on him, making him kind of understand how you felt when he was a kid when he did the same to you the way you sister is acting now.

“Give Keiko the phone right now!” You saw Keiko slowly walk away with his baby brother, making you smirk as you moved quicker and grabbed baby Keiso before handing Keiko Katsuki’s phone.

“Well aren’t you a sweetie!” You smothered the baby in kisses and laughed as you heard your sister wail to him on how much she missed and loved him.

A few minutes later it was quiet again, you hated the awkward silence but luckily the baby was busy playing with your lips and cheeks, keeping you from glancing over at Katsuki.

“I really do need to go home now…” Katsuki walked over and grabbed Keiso, placing him on the small mat on the ground as he crawled away.

“You walked here right? It’s late, you know how many fucking creeps are out right now? And you live across down so it would makes sense you were at your grandmas but still you-”

You placed a hand out, laughing at his flustered expression as you interrupted him so quickly.

“Yes you can take me home, Katsuki.”

I'm so good at forgiveness

Cause I found it for you so many times

When I think I've hit my limit

You push a bit further

And I draw the line

I keep waiting, no I'm waiting for the tide to change

But I know I'm the one to blame Cause I always choose to stay

“…this song is one of my favorites from her album.” You whispered into the quiet silence, making him nod and cough.

“I know…look…Y/N,I meant what I said. I love you. I’m sorry I pushed you away like that. Like you meant nothing when you mean everything to me.” He parked outside of your grandmas, seeing all of your uncles, cousins, and random people standing outside talking.

He missed this. He missed your family, the food, the way they always welcomed him like he was apart of the family. But gods did he miss you more than anything.

You kept your eyes forward, still not knowing what to do.

“Katsuki…I love you too. So much. I felt so much resentment towards you, always feeling my heart ache when I saw you on random posters and ads, I miss my boyfriend. If I were in your position with starting off in a new environment and job, I wouldn’t know what or how I’d live that way,” placing your hand on his, you turned your head and smiled.

Come here by Sabrina Claudio began playing, making you sigh, feeling the love rush through you.

I'm dying to see you

You know what I'm fiending for The only one to get to me Only one to get this close

So I want you to come here I want you to come here

I just need you near

No matter how, just make it here

“I forgive you.“ that was all you needed to say as he clenched the stirring wheel with one hand and cupping your cheek with the other, placing a soft passionate kiss on your lips.

You two pulled away, chuckling at each other’s pink blushes. Even with how much older the two of you got, you two still felt so deeply for one another. Like you were kids foolishly in love.

A tap on the window came from your side, making your eyes wide as your uncle Jaime stood there smirking.

In your opinion he was the scariest to introduce Katsuki to, but at the end of the day, Katsuki lost his fear and actually grew a tight relationship with your uncles, especially your uncle Jaime who just happened to be staring down at you.

“About time fuckers, this one mopped around like a little fucking puppy.” He laughed, walking away to your family and you saw the bright smile on their faces.

“I guess we have to go in, huh?” You winced, looking at Katsuki expecting to see him be annoyed.

But you knew him better than that. There he was, sitting there with a cheeky smile as he waved to your family from the front seat.

“Why are you making that face, ugly? I love your family come on.”

Your mom looked at you in happiness, seeing your bright face that she missed seeing so much. All you needed was her tight hug, the words of affirmations from her. That’s all you needed to know everything would be okay again.

author’s note yes this is how I feel with my family don’t judge I needed a way to vent okay?? anyways I rushed the end because I did NOT want to make another series that didn’t need one so I’m sorry if I didn’t make your expectations lol

Hardcover

pairings: hanta sero x latina!reader

summary: sero takes you on a little trip to your favorite bookstore.

warnings: uhhh fluff, SET APPEARANCE but it doesn’t matter to the plot,,

notes: pre set appearance includes curls, thicc thighs, tan skin, brown eyes,, this was mostly self indulgent,, the next fic will probably be more about curvy reader. i also labeled this as “latina reader” because of the set appearance but it can obviously apply to others as well.

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“now, open your eyes!” you heard your boyfriend’s excited voice from behind you, as he let go of your hand.

opening your eyes, you rapidly blinked to get used to the sudden change of light, but once they were adjusted, you noticed that you were in front of your favorite bookshop.

your boyfriend stood at the doors in front of you, arms out and doing jazz hands.

you snorted and laughed into your hand, sero taking your hand in his and pulling you along, opening the door for you and leading you inside.

the feeling of walking in and being surrounded by thousands of words and hundreds of stories comforted you.

“having fun (y/n)?” he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist, “oh we’re just getting started!” you say pulling him along through the isles and stacks of books.

the smell of old and new pages, the faint scent of coffee and rain filled your senses.

the old floorboards spoke as they creaked under you, the wind chimes in the window telling stories of each passing traveler.

sero watched you, enamored by the way your fingers gently caressed the spines of books, the way your fingertips outlined the words that seemed to flow out of your mouth like sand through a sieve.

his heart fluttered when you would run to him with a new book in hand, showing him a line that made your heart flutter just as you did to his.

he chuckled, holding the ever growing stack of books in his hands as he watched you run around, a smile plastered on your face. at one point, he noticed you struggling to reach a book,

“need a hand?” he asked, walking up behind you and grabbing the book for you, gently tapping you on the head with it before handing it to you. “my hero.” you say standing on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his nose.

he watched the way your curls bounced as you skipped away, presumably to buy more books, “baby you don’t need this many books,” he teases as you pick another from the shelf, “these are paperback, it hardly counts,” you say, making him snort at the response.

“woah look at this one!” you say holding out an interesting looking book, you read its summary and flipped through the pages in curiosity before you sighed and placed it back on the shelf,

“what was wrong with that one?” sero asked as you walked away, “it was a hardcover, those things are expensive.” you say tugging your sleeve over your hand and went back to looking through the bookcases.

the two of you found a comforted bay window and sat together, the small stack of books you were hellbent on purchasing sat next to sero as you read a book to him.

his head in your lap while you read aloud, not exactly sure what book you were reading,

“Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky, he thought,”

he mulled over the words he did manage to pick up, but he practically melted when you ran your fingers through his hair, your eyes trained on the book in your other hand.

sero gazed at you, a gaze so full of love it pulled you away from your book. eyes flickering over to his, you giggled at his intense stare.

“is there something on my face?” you ask leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. the way the light coming through the window rested on your tan skin, your brown eyes turning into a pool of honey in the sunlight.

he thought about your strong legs and soft thighs as he rested upon them, loving the way they could be such contrasting ideas. the way your curls framed your face and bounced every time you moved entranced him.

“hello? why are you staring at me, menso?” you teasingly ask as you gaze down at his face, eyes piercing into your own, “you’re gorgeous.” he says suddenly, making you blink at him in response.

you feel your face slowly heat up, the only thing you could hide behind was the book in your hand, so that’s what you did.

you could hear sero laughing at your reaction, “aw come on babe, how long have we been dating and you still get flustered.” he teases, gently easing the book down from your face.

“go take these to checkout, i’ll be right there, just gotta use the bathroom.” he says, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. with a smile and a nod, you take your stack of books and make your way over to the counter.

making his way down a few familiar isles, he spots what he was looking for, poking out from the other organized books.

“that was quick.” you point out as he walks up, an arm around you to rest on your hip. “oh shush you.” he says lightly pushing you away, the cashier offering the two of you a soft smile.

you both watched as they rang up the books, your body turning to reach into your purse to retrieve your wallet.

before you could even pull it out, you heard a, “and this one too please.”

turning around, you saw sero hand the cashier the hardcover book you’d picked up earlier, as well as a few bills of cash, paying for all of your books.

with a gasp you turned to your boyfriend, pouting while he only shrugged with a grin on his face, “hanta! i could have paid for those!” you scold as he takes the paper bag full of your new books.

“you could’ve, but what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i let you?” he responds, holding the door for you to exit the bookstore, “thank you baby.” you say appreciatively, turning to him and pulling him down by his face to plant a kiss to his lips, his free arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

“if this is how you thank me when i buy you books, you’ll have a whole library by the end of the week!” he says in surprise, making you laugh aloud at his antics, “god, i’ll do anything to make to smile.” he says watching you come down from laughing,

“just keep being you hanta.” you say pressing another kiss to his lips, this one saying ‘i love you’ without even having to say it.

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a la nevería

pairings: hanta sero x reader

summary: you find yourself homesick and missing your grandmother, sero, being the great boyfriend he is, decided to help feel a little more at home.

warnings: fluff, latino sero and latinx reader

notes: i am SO sorry but this is one that i wrote specifically for me,, during quarantine i found myself missing my grandma terribly, especially since she’s raised me alongside my mom, but i hope you all enjoy it.

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You had walked into your boyfriend’s room, wrapped in a sabana that your grandmother had sent you from home.

“You okay?” He asked as he sat up in his bed.

“Hmm.” You hummed as you walked over to his hammock and getting into it, adjusting yourself

“Okay?” The boy said, mostly confused. Even more so when you lifted the thin sheet, gesturing for him to join you.

He did as, non verbally requested, and wrapped his arm around you.

You curled into his side and sighed.

“My grandma and I used to lay like this in the backyard.” You said, eyes closed and a small smile gracing your lips as you used his chest as a pillow.

“I remember she’d tell me it was time to go inside or to bring her a bottle of water from the house, but I’d whine and say it was too far. It couldn’t have been more than a few feet, but then, it felt like miles...” you recounted.

“Yeah?” He acknowledged as you gave a small nod,

“Yeah. It felt nice. The sun would be poking from behind the guayaba tree, there’d be a gentle breeze that would make the air smell like the dirt and her plants, but it was a comforting smell.” You spoke with a yawn at the end as you both began to slip into blissful unconsciousness.

“She would stick her leg out and rock us while humming lullabies.” You finished fondly as he did just that.

He dropped his leg out of the hammock and gently swayed it, rocking you both further into sleep.

Then, he began humming a fond tune, the lyrics playing in your head in your grandmother's comforting voice,

“Esta niña linda, que nació de día, quieren que la lleven, a la nevería.”

And with a smile on your face, you had fallen asleep in the comfort of Sero’s care, and him not too far behind.

“try this!”

pairings: tamaki amajiki x latina!reader

summary: you get bored, so one day you decide to test out some new foods with tamaki’s quirk.

warnings: sexual innuendo, tamaki being a blushy baby, spanish, yeah?

notes:don’t have much to say about this one but ENJOY!

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“baaaabe.” you say gently poking your head into the bedroom in your shared apartment. “y-yes love?” he responds, head looking up from the book he had in his lap.

you grinned and ran to the bed, launching yourself onto it. he made a sound of surprise as he scrambled to curl himself away from the way you jumped onto the bed.

you sat up on your knees and slapped your thighs, tamaki stared into your wide eyes and swore he saw sparkles in them. his face flushed at how close you were to him, noses practically brushing against each other.

“wha-what is it bunny?” he asked you, as you kissed the tip of his nose. “can we try something with your quirk?” you ask.

the poor boy froze and stared wide eyed, his face leaving his blank expression which then exploded into a flustered embarrassed look. you swear you saw steam coming out of his ears as he slumped down. confusion settling in on your face until a blush creeped up on your own.

“no no no! not like that! cochino” you say fanning your poor boyfriend. “what did you mean?” he quietly asked as you rested his head on your thighs, the blush never leaving his face.

“what have you eaten for your quirk?” you ask as he looks up at you, thinking for a moment. “well, chicken, ta-takoyaki, horse meat, clam, cow, and i think that’s all...” he thought aloud,

“there was also that crystal from the shie hassaikai raid.” he mumbles, “oh yeah! i remember that, well i doubt that tastes any good.” you respond, watching him shake his head, remembering the way the crystal went down his throat, nearly coughing at the memory. while you bounced excitedly in place at your idea, you just had to ask him, “can i feed you some stuff?” you ask bending down to press your forehead against his.

“sure bunny.” he said gently with a smile that matched yours. he reached a hand up to run it through your hair, making you giggle and place a kiss onto his lips.

“be right back.” you say getting up and running to the kitchen, to gather a bunch of foods and produce, running back into the room after about three minutes. tamaki sat criss cross on the bed, waiting patiently for your return.

you jumped back onto the bed, arms full of different foods. sitting in the same position as him, you lay out the foods next to you, tamaki staring at them warily.

you scoop up a piece of birria and hold it up to his mouth, “say ‘ah’.” you say laughing as he shyly opened his mouth blushing as you fed him. he chewed and swallowed, watching you as you waited for the food to settle. “okay go!” you saw after a few minutes, watching as he thought for a moment. suddenly, two little horns began to grow atop his head.

“woah!” you shout as you gently rub the horns, tamaki even watches in awe, eyes darting to the mirror on your vanity to check out his reflection. “now this.” you say holding up a piece of chicharrón to his lips.

he bites into the crunchy snack, flinching a bit at the loud noise it made while also leaning over your cupped hand to catch the crumbs. watching him chew and swallow, you ate the remaining piece and waited for him to activate his quirk.

he quickly covered his face and his eyes scrunched shut at a feeling in his nose, “you okay??” you ask slightly worried it may have had a negative effect on him, only to relax when he felt the tension in his nose dissipate, he did however feel something different.

slowly removing his hands, an adorable pig nose was in place of tamaki’s, the new feature twitching at the scent of the other foods.

“aw!! how cute!” you coo, pulling him into a hug, his face buried in your chest until he managed to wiggle his way out.

“next!” you cheer, looking through your various snacks and foods, this time unwrapping a paleta payaso.

“bunny that’s a lolly pop, i-i don’t think anything’s going to happen.” he says a little dejectedly, you chuckle and plant a kiss to his cheek, smiling when he flushes and tries to hide his face.

“can’t hurt to try, toma, it’s marshmallow inside.”you say holding the candy up to his lips, you wait patiently for him to take a bite, and when he does, his face lights up.

“t-this is really good.” he nods and tries to activate his quirk, only to become saddened when he sees nothing happened. before he could apologize, you gasp, “are you feeling okay? you went pale!” you explain, moving a hand to hold his hand, only to squeeze it.

that may sound normal, but no, your hand was really squeezing his like it had no bones, in face, the more you poked and prodded you realized his whole body was,

“like a marshmallow!” you laugh out, watching him pinch his own skin in amazement, “that actually might be useful...” he says more to himself.

“okay, what about this?” you say holding up a concha, “okay, now i really think that isn’t going to do anything.” tamaki offers, a little more excited to try the snacks and foods you’d feed him, even if some may not work with his quirk.

“just try it.” you say as he once again takes a shy bite of the pan dulce you fed him, waiting a moment and activating his quirk. he stared at his hands and watched as they slowly turned pink, both your gaze and his watching in awe as his whole skin turned a light pink.

“guess it’s the dye?” you offer. you noticed he had a few crumbs of sugar left on his cheek, so you slyly went and licked away the crumbs making him stutter. “wait!” you shout, making him jump and freeze. you lean in again and lick his cheek a bit, offering the poor boy no personal space, “tamaki, you’re sweet!” you cry out.

“i’m what??” he asks, lifting his hand to offer the tip of his finger a gentle lick, only to reel back in surprise when he did in fact taste sweet.

“if that’s what that does, only god knows what would happen to you if you tried a mazapán.” you joke to yourself, tamaki not understanding your implication.

“okay last one,” you say as you hand him a pansy flower, making him arch a brow and stutter. “it’s edible, I promise. my grandmother taught me this.” you say as he took the flower from your hand, biting it off it’s stem, chewing and swallowing it.

soon enough, small buds began to sprout all over his arms and a few on his face. you cooed at how adorable he looked covered in the purple and gold flowers. a few smaller ones that splayed across his face looked almost like freckles. some even grew out of his hair!

“ay que lindo!!” you shout. enamored with your boyfriend, you took his face in your hands and gently placed a kiss on his lips. tamaki sat rigid but soon melted into your kiss.

after a few gentle moments, you felt him place his hands over yours and kiss back. “i love you.” he says softly as more flowers begin to bloom over him, making you kiss the empty spots on his cheeks. “i love you too, Tama.” you say placing the final chaste kiss on his lips