Elysian (bakugo X Reader)

winona ryder’s character in stranger things has never been wrong even once and every time the fucking gravity turns off or whatever she says “hey thats weird right” and everyone in a 10 mile radius is like “woah category five woman moment incoming”

WHEN TODOROKI BLUSHES, THE TOP OF HIS LEFT EAR CATCHES ON FIRE LIKE A LITTLE CANDLE, YES I WILL BE SPREADING THIS AGENDA FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

bakugou icks:

- holds his spoon like a 4 yr old. like, hand curled into a fist around it. hunCHES OVER HIS FOOD LIKE AN ANIMAL TO SHOVEL IT INTO HIS MOUTH FASTER

- has never worn a belt willingly in his life,, will never wear one by choice. no matter how busted his pants look.

- when he gets the hiccups bakugou gets genuinely angry at himself. literally hitting his legs in frustration, face scrunching up n flaring red like he’s dying over sum goddamn hiccUPS

- i’m sorry but,,,, holDS HIS PHONE LIKE A BOOMER. literally 25 inches away from his face, minimum. always squinting at acronyms being used in the gc,, has to look them up on fucking urbAN DICTIONARY

- this man is constantly clenched up. i mean like, flat ass, square ass, pants dont fit right ass bc he’s clenching up both cheeks sm

- bakugou literally has a meltdown every single time theres a stray hair on him. like he just thinks it’s gross so he’s there trying to pick it off but it keeps sticking to his fingers and he’s shaking his wrist, practically breaking it while his face goes red like he’s gonna cry

- eats like a mf animal so bakugou gets food stuck in his teeth all the time. what makes it even worse is that he never waits to use a dental pick to remove the food, he’ll just stick his entire hand in his mouth and dig around while still at the table with u

- feels extremely pressured if u watch him tie his shoes,, so he fumbles over it like twice, at minimum, and then screams bloody murder at you to stop looking

- mf has entire arguments with people in his head and if bakugou isn’t careful, he will scream his retorts out loud

- puts the neck of his shirt in his mouth and chews. this happens every single time he sits down to watch tv. when he gets up he’s always got this giant dark spot on his shirt bc of his spit

- refuses to clip his toenails and tears them instead. tells u it’s “quicker” but its literally not and he looks like a child all curled up and picking at his feet

- one time y’all visited his home together and u watched mitsuki scream at him. bakugou hardly said anything during the argument (bc she’d literally sleep him if he did) but when he stormed back into ur room, he did shut the door behind him. Closed it gently instead slamming it like he clearly wanted to, and turned around to silently flip off his door like a child throwing a fit☹️

- you’ve seen this man ram his shoulder into just about every doorway on the planet. it might be that he’s not paying attention, or maybe he just has rlly poor spatial awareness, but either way bakugou is runnin into everything

- bakugou def has a favorite romance manga,,, which would be cute, except its actually not bc its a reverse harem one. and when he was younger, lil bakugou wrote all these notes in the margins just tearing all the male love interests apart. v much used that manga as a “what not to do” guide and physically wrote out comments about how he’s better than those guys and what he’d do instead😭😭

- cannot sing for the mf life of him,, but he refuses to admit defeat if y’all go out for karaoke w/ ur friends. just, gets up on stage, and completely embarrasses himself the second the mic is put in his hands. runs back to the table tho and genuinely thinks he did good

- i,, no i am so sorry for this one but its, like, its true,,, BAKUGOU COMES CRIMINALLY CLOSE TO EATING HIS SCABS. SOMETIMES HE ACTUALLY DOES (fight me on it idc, look me in the face and tell me im wrong. u cant bc im not wrong. just think about it for literally half a second)

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pls y’all im begging u, drop me some bakugou icks of ur own ,,,, im literally fueledTM by how weird he is

]Katsuki has a crush[

Bakugou x f!reader

The girls of 1a having a sleepover in the common room and after the blankets and pillows are setup for sleeping they decided to do one more thing before going to sleep,

katsuki wanted water and as he passed by the common room, to the kitchen he just so happens to glance over at the girls who are watching a movie totally not looking for his crush y/n and he sees her on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows seemingly already sleeping,

but that's not what makes his face go warm, it's the fact that she's cuddling with two pillow's like it's a person, one tangled up in her lag's, exactly where he can imagine his own lag's would be,

and with the other pillow being held close to her chast caged in her arms, one of her hands on the top of it on her chest, where he can imagine his head, cheek pressed against her, while sleeping peacefully even with all of the chit chat that's going on in the room.

when katsuki gets to the kitchen he has to stop and look at the ground, trying to slow down his racing heart, he puts his hand over his mouth, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath,

because he can't think of anything else but being that close to you (I'm envious of damn pillow's) he thinks to himself before he hits his four head for even thinking that, he's embarrassed

(if she slept with me in her arms like that, I'd let her sleep and make sure she was comfortable) he thinks before groaning it frustration at how gooey the thoughts going through his head are, but he can't stop it, he's mad at how hot his face is,

all kinds of things go through his head, like how comfortable you would be to sleep on like that?, and how comfortable he'd be to sleep on? he instinctively looks down at himself before he stops at how pathetic that is, he really can't help but think what your hands would feel like in his hair while you cuddle close to him in his warmth on a cold night,

he hears the girls laughing loud at something and he sigh's still refusing to think he actually has a crush, especially on just some girl, but he knows your so much more than "just some girl" :) he finally gets his water after spending 20 minutes in the kitchen and heads for his room,

But he just can't help himself and takes a last look at her before he sees her tomorrow, and he's met with her pretty eyes looking back at him, he didn't prepare himself for that, he keeps his cool as much as he can, which means his eyes widen a little bit,

he figured you woke up because the girls laughing a minute ago, he keeps waking, to which he's happy about since he almost stopped when he saw you awake and looking right at him,

Your not smiling and you don't look very awake, and your on your side now, he keeps walking until he gets into his room, he let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he puts his water down, and once again slap's his hands over his eyes at his uncontrollable thoughts and blush (why was she looking at me?) (her half asleep face is so cute)

to clear his mind before going to sleep he lays on his back in bed and blast's music in his headphones while one more thought comes to the back of his mind "I hate that I want her, but I'll sleep in her arms one day".

Hawks x Reader

Bird tendencies: sfw

- Hawks is a BIG cuddler, as soon as he gets home from work expect him all over you, wings wrapping around the both of you                                                   

- Also how he likes to sleep, you flush to his chest, one wing under, on over the top, lets just say you don’t need many blankets because of how cosy it is.            

- On the topic of beds, NESTS, this mans bed is just a collection of blankets, pillows and whatever plush animals either you or him added, soft and fuzzy and something he was super excited to show you when you first started dating           

-Likes shiny things, like bottle tabs, jewellery or just anything that catches his eye                                                                                                                          

 -His love language is just giving you random things that caught his eye on patrol, you have a small shoebox filled with them in your wardrobe                        

-He gets you pretty necklaces, bracelets, watches, literally anything you like because he likes seeing you in nice shiny things                                                    

-His wings puff up when he’s jealous!!! He sees someone flirting with you and he’s just like *Poof* trying to make himself seem as big as possible                       

-Night time flights, he’s strong so no matter what size you are he can easily pick up (with help with his feathers depending) and takes you on romantic night time flights most likely to the country side to see the stars                                               

-He literally loves you so much, and dotes on you all the time, your his world and treats you like it, all he wants is you to love him back :)))

argyle is the person you want on your team in an apocalypse

LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS:

WOODWORKING skills

COOKING skills

TRACKING skills

FORAGING SKILLS??!

GUYS????? argyle needs to and will hopefully become an integral, ESSENTIAL member of the big kids gang. he knows so much and this is only addressing his survival skills

in THIS HOUSE, we love argyle!!!

Uppies!

b.katsuki / f.reader

genre: domestic, husband!bakugou, wife!y/n

warning(s): mizusu is babie, she throws a lil tantrum- but nothing daddy can't fix

w.count: 3k

synopsis: katsuki comes home early to relieve the babysitter hired to take care of mizusu. you come back home to your daughter sitting on her father's hip and listening to kiddy music with dinner on the stove. katsuki realizes just how warm his two girls make him.

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a/n: ive been stressed and i think bringing mizusu, the beloved baku-child, back will make me feel better. bc she's precious. she's still a lil bab in this one :D

-x-x-x-

It was just after noon when Katsuki's mobile started to violently ring in his pocket. It was a special ringtone he set to be horrendously obnoxious so it'd gain his attention every time it went off. He knew who was calling before he could even dig the device out of his pocket because of it. He only briefly looked at the caller ID every time out of pure habit.

-Zusu's Sitter-

He only barely clicked his tongue, half expecting this phone call at some point today. He swipes his thumb across the screen then presses the phone to his ear.

"Tapping out, kid?" He holds no teasing or malicious tone, it was more like a statement he was finalizing before the person on the other end spoke.

Katsuki and yourself had hired a babysitter for the days you and he both had to work and couldn't easily get out of it or swap out between morning and afternoon shifts. You had hired some teenager who was looking for experience in childcare as well as make a quick buck during breaks between terms. However, this morning when they showed up after you had already left for you, they didn't look the best.

They had reassured Katsuki that they could work and that they were just experiencing a small head cold, maybe even something as unremarkable as allergies. Though, the parent in him kicked in and made the teen promise to call him if their fever spikes up. Both for the teenagers sake and for the fact he didn't want his little one-year-old daughter catching a fever either.

On top of that, he gave them specific instructions to call him instead of you.

Compared to him, you've been practically pulling your hair out trying to adjust back into your work life. Even though your maternity had been up for a while, you had been doing exclusively desk and paper work for your agency- still a bit too paranoid about going back into the field now that you were out of practice. You had only recently put that hero suit of yours back on and started back on daily patrols in different city limits and sectors.

He didn't want you rushing home in a frenzy because your daughters babysitter was sick. Katsuki could just walk out of his agency, saying his daughter's sitter was out of commission and he wouldn't even be slapped on the wrist the next day.

"I'm very sorry, sir!" The teen practically cries into the line. "I really thought I could go all day, but my fever jumped out of no where and I don't want Mizusu getting sick because of me."

Katsuki breathes out of his nose as he raises from his desk. He looks at the clock hanging on the wall that read 12:04, although if memory serves that clock was a bit slow.

"It's fine," he huffs, but still not really annoyed. He grabs a sticky-note pad from the corner of his desk and starts scribbling on it as he speaks separately into the phone. "Go ahead and put Zusu in her play pen for now, but wash your damn hands before you touch her. Keep her there until I get home," he rips the top sticky-note off and flips it over to the hero who sat in front of him in their own little desk space. "Even if she starts fussing, don't take her out; she'll be fine."

"Of course. I'll keep my contact with her to an absolute minimum!"

"Good," the hero who read his note gave him a cheeky thumbs up and he rolls his eyes in return before he's kicking his gauntlets, that had already been discarded since their too bulky to wear at a desk, under his desk. They're hidden further under the wood when he pushes his chair forward to join them under the desktop with his foot. "I'll be there in 15."

He ends the call and is already in the changing room of the agency as as he starts peeling his hero suit off. Normally, cutting work short would annoy him. But whenever it's about you or Mizusu, he can't bring himself to grimace at the early self-dismissal.

-x-x-x-

The outside sounds of cars and general white, background noise all fades into nothing as the front door of Katsuki's home he shares with you and his little girl shut behind him. The jangling of his keys was the loudest noise he registered until he hear the small, whiney sounds of Mizusu's fussing further inside.

Katsuki chuckles to himself as he hangs the keys up on the keyring holder beside the door as he heels off his beat up, aged loafers and trots inside. The duffle on his shoulder is filled with his suit and belt, bouncing off his hip as he walked with his hand stuff in his joggers; a habit he's had since middle school he's never been able to break.

Rounding into the living room, he sees his blonde headed daughter in the middle of her playpen, a wall of semi-stable plastic walls to keep her out of trouble, but still a large enough play space for her overwhelming number of toys. On the couch- a decent distance from her- is the sitter, sitting on the cushions and trying to ease his child's tantrum from there.

A fruitless effort, but he gave an A for effort.

"Alright, Girlie," Katsuki speaks towards the fussing toddler while simultaneously announcing his arrival since the sitter obviously hadn't heard him come home at all. "That's enough." And like magic, the fussing died down to a rather pathetic sounding whine. "You ain't fooling anyone with that fake fit," he pulls the duffle strap over his head and off his shoulder to flop onto the living room floor by the couch. The teen sitter stands as he approaches, although a bit unstable on their feet; from the fever he assumes. "You're free to go," he tells them, "need me to call a cab?"

"No sir," they decline politely. "I can make it home just fine." They quickly leave the house, not wanting to raise the possibility of anyone else getting sick- no matter how slim the chance. Katsuki stood at the edge of Mizusu's playpen as she had rocked herself up from her bum to her feet, waddling towards her father before plopping herself back down.

He's quickly disassembling the plastic wall and creating an opening so if she gets back up again, she could waddle closer and reach his legs. Though, she does neither. He stands above her still as she stares up at him. It was like some silent, blonde stare off between father and daughter, but there was no winner or loser.

After what he assumed was approximately 15 seconds, she grew bored and lightly kicked her legs before raising her little arms, that still had their baby chub on them, up towards his towering form.

"Papa, uppies!" Her speech was still somewhere limited, but she knew how to demand being picked up. She was still just a little thing, barely able to understand that she can stomp and wave her arms around at the same time. So of course, her manners- or lack thereof- weren't the best. Although, she was a total sweetheart most of the time.

Katsuki almost rols his eyes at the thought of his mother telling him over and over again how lucky he was that Mizusu was an easy baby. Must've taken after you, rather than him in that department. He smirks at the thought of him always being a little terror back in his young youth.

"Papa!" Mizusu cries again, her little hands opening and closing in urgency. "Uppies!" Katsuki bends his knees, squatting down to get closer to the floor-planted toddler. HIs arms were outstretched, elbows resting on his bent knees.

"What do we say when we want something?"

The little girl dropped her hands before she teetered herself up onto her chubby feet again and waddled between his legs and pushing her hands against his tee clade chest.

"Uppies, please," she whines softly, like she was on the verge of tears. Crocodile tears to be certain. Mizusu was also at the age where she would fake cry to get what she wanted. Although, it never got her far. Both he and you could tell the difference between an attention-seeking cry and a real one.

Though, when his little girl was right in front of him like this, he couldn't help but see your qualities in her. He smiles as he brings his arms down from his knees and lowered his head down to kiss her little forehead. He swoops his arms around to her sides before she was ensnaring her fingers in his tee in preparation to be hoisted up.

He gently stands before he was slotting his arm under his rear, her legs on either side of his chest as she looks up at him. She giggles, finally happy she got what she wanted.

"Good girl," he told her. "Always say 'please' and 'thank you'. That's what mommy tells you to do."

"Thank you, papa!" She speaks far too loudly for being right in front of his face, regardless he smiles at her. She wraps her arms around his neck, resting her face against his shoulder and swinging her little legs behind him. Her heels bounce weakly off his hips, but it almost feels nice since he's always so sore or pensive due to work.

"You're welcome." He pats her back a few times before he's spinning on his heel. "Want a snack?"

"Yes, please!"

-x-x-x-

When you came home from work, it was just past five in the afternoon. Seeing Katsuki's car in the drive way, shoes in the entrance, and keys on the holder bewildered you. He was supposed to be home after you today, but he somehow managed to beat you. Maybe he just had nothing left to do at his agency and left early because he was bored, he's done that before.

The faint sounds of music become clearer the further inside you march and before long, you follow the noise into the kitchen. You peek around the corner to see Katsuki supporting Mizusu on one of his jutted out hips. His other hand was stirring something boiling with plums of steam rolling out of a pot on the stove. You couldn't help noticing how far he held Mizusu away from the stove, even turning his chest away so she was as far as possible.

Her hands were above her, one lost within Katsuki's hair the other in the waving towards the fan above the stove you could hear whirring just under the sounds of the music playing from Katsuki's phone.

It was Mizusu's favorite song as of the moment that was playing through the phone speakers. Her small legs bounce in Katsuki's hold and her little heels kicked into his back and stomach, but he acted as if they didn't effect him- and they probably didn't.

When the song ends, she's cheering almost immediately.

"Papa, play again!"

"It'll play again in a second, be patient."

"Am patent!"

When the song picks up again, you suppress a laugh of your at the excited wiggling your daughter kicks up in her father's arm. You would never tell him that you saw him start to lightly bounce on his heels to the familiar rhythm of the children song that probably haunts his dreams.

Your brought out of your little dreamscape by a shrill "Mama!". Your daughter giving you away. Katsuki turns and sends a small glare at you; he would never admit that there was a flush on his cheeks even if you pointed it out to him. You approach the duo and Mizusu was adamant in her new goal of getting out of her father's hold and into yours.

You easily take her, letting Katsuki's arm fall to his side as he set the pot he was stirring down to a simmer and placed a lid over it. He turned around fully to see you nuzzling against against Mizusu's cheeks, making her laugh and weakly push against you to cease your ticklish actions.

His chest felt warm watching you both. Once she 'escapes' your nuzzling rampage, she throws her head down and buries her face into your neck where you then turn your attention to your husband while rubbing her back.

"How'd you manage to get home before me?" You ask and only receive an eyeroll back.

"Wow, welcome home. I missed you today too, babe." You send his eyeroll back to him.

"Hello, Katsuki," you greet before he's kissing your cheek.

"To answer your question, I came home around noon." You gape at him. "Sitter got sick, so I left the agency early." You bounce Mizusu on your chest while he explains.

"Why didn't they tell me? I would've stayed home today."

"They thought they could handle it, but I told them to call me if they couldn't. To their credit, they lasted longer than I thought."

"Katsuki," your tone slightly on the stern side made his shoulder slack.

"I can handle, Zusu. You've been busy gettin' back into the swing of things. You don't need to worry every second of everyday," he tells you while his hands comes up to the small of your back, using his thumbs to rub lightly along your spine. You know he's right, but it's not like you can just turn your brain off. He pushing his lips against your temple before his hand slides down to lightly tap your ass. "Go put, Girlie in her highchair. Our food's done and I'll grab something for her to eat too."

You nod at him, a bit frustrated with yourself, but you knew he was coming from a good place. You take a breath before stretching that smile back on your lips and bringing your daughter away from your neck to look at you.

"You ready for dinner, Zusu?" Her eyes light up. "It's papa's food tonight!" You spin around, as Katsuki shuts the music playing from his phone off, inwardly thanking every god above because the sound of his daughters favorite kiddy song was grating on his very soul.

"Papa's food!" She cheers in repetition. Katsuki watched as Mizusu easily let you settle her into her chair and latch her in before sliding the plastic tray in front of her.

He continues to watch as you walk to the fridge to grab her something to drink- finding the premade bottle of deluded juice Katsuki had set in there earlier to chill- and set it within her grasp. She almost downs all of it before you tell her to not gulp it all because after that juice is empty she's getting water- which she dislikes because it's 'icky'.

And still he watches as you all eat together at the table and talk, even Mizusu as she chimes in with random sounds. Words she can barely say yet, and indecipherable babbles you always nod and agree with that keep her entertained.

"Katsuki?" You call as you reenter the kitchen after setting Mizusu in the playpen where she stares focused on the late night show she always gets to watch before a bath and bed. He hums as he continues to wash the dishes. You come up beside him and he smiles at the small action of your hand coming to rest on his back. "You alright? You've been sorta quiet. I can take Mizusu's next day so you can rest if your tired."

"That's not it, I ain't tired," he tells you as he sets a dish in the opposite side of the sink as it waits to be rinsed of soap suds with the rest of them. "Am I not allowed to be quiet sometimes?" He chides and you scoff at him, pinching against his spine that he just chuckles at.

"I'm just checking on you, hard-head."

"I ain't no hard-head."

"Yeah, tell it to the judge."

"And who's that?"

"Me and Mizusu."

"That would be 'judges', babe; plural."

"Oh shut up," you snort as you start taking the still sud-covered dishes before rinsing them and putting them in the dish strainer. The rest of the chore is finished in a blanket of quiet, ears open for any sound of Mizusu possibly causing mischief just beyond the kitchen.

As you wipe your hands of any remaining water that tries to travel down your arm and off your elbow, Katsuki comes up behind you. Settling his arms on your hips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder and you lean back into him.

"You alright?" You ask him again, much more softly this time and he just lightly hums. It's a lighthearted sound, the sound he makes when he's still too embarrassed to say aloud that he's happy. And he is. He's so happy it hurts and he just wants to soak in it all. In you, in his little Mizusu, in this house.

"I love you... like a god damn lot." You bring your hand up to push his head against the side of yours, cheek pushing against his skull. You take in the lingering scent of last nights shampoo and briefly wonder how his shampoo stays fragrant for so long- or maybe it's just his natural scent. Regardless, it's nice.

"I love you too. Like way more." He scoffs against you.

"Impossible."

"Papa!" Mizusu calls from the living room. He actually laughs lightly against your shoulder, hot air micro-dampening your shirt sleeve and warming the skin beneath before he's kissing it lightly and detaching himself from you.

"Duty calls 'papa'," you tease. He grabs you by sticking his index finger between the fabric of your bottoms and your skin. Yanking you lightly against him, he was urging you to follow him back to the living room with his lips quirked up. His smile was mischievous enough to show his gums, yet he couldn't hide the tenderness in it either.

"You're not free of duty either, 'mama'."

-x-x-x-

𝘛𝘌𝘟𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ~𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 2: 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘢

SUMMARY: What it's like texting them

Deku x GN! reader, no pronouns mentioned, uses of petnames

WARNNGS!!: swearing, suggestive comments/jokes, a lot of fluff!

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Lettuce head 💚: Y/N ARE U ALR?

I HEARD A BUNCH OF NOISE FROM UR DORM

You: lmao im alr baby

i was just tackling bakugou off of me

Lettuce head 💚: WHAT

WHY WAS KACCHAN TACKLING U?

You: i ate his leftover katsudon

not my fault it didnt have his name on it smh

Lettuce head 💚: are u ok tho? ur not hurt, r u?

You: i promize izu, im alright <3

i think bakugou has a broken pinkie now tho hehe

Lettuce head 💚: HE HAS A WEHAT???:L9079203]#[#=-2

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You: izu

can u come over please

Lettuce head 💚: ofc!

are u ok?

u arent usually this dry 🧍‍♂️

You: im alr, just had a crap day

Lettuce head 💚: aw hun :(

im coming to ur dorm rn

do u want me to get some snacks and we can watch ur fav movies? :) You: yes plss :)

Lettuce head 💚: okk! i'll go get them and i'll be there asap!

You: god ilysm <3333

Lettuce head 💚: ily more <333333

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Lettuce head 💚: SWEETIEo

GUES WAT

GURESS WaT

EHHEHEHEHEOQ

You: WHAT? :D

Lettuce head 💚: I LOOUUUVVEEE UUUOO

You: I LOVE YOU TOO :)) are u ok tho? ur words are slurred

Lettuce head 💚: YAH IM OCK

You: ur huh? 😀

Lettuce head 💚: Hello dear, this is Recovery Girl. Midoryia is a bit woozy since he's on some pain medication, he had a pretty bad injury during his training earlier. So please excuse any mistakes from him

You: again??

Lettuce head 💚: Yes, again

You: is he gonna be ok?

Lettuce head 💚: Yes, he will, he just needs rest

EHEH I STOLL MY PHOWN BACK

You: omg 😭

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a/n: hii! sorry this was short, i wasnt that sure what to write haha, i hope u enjoyed tho! more content coming tho!! :)