Bakugo :

AU where Bakugou watches as his stupid friends fall in love—

(and then meets us 🌷💧⛅️)

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Persistence, not perfection

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Conviction is not the absence of fear, doubt, and negative emotions. Conviction is standing in the face of that and saying you have it anyway, because nothing other than what you decide matters.

Stop thinking that you've failed to make an assumption just because your heart is still racing and your stomach still hurts. Your emotions and your body are not god. You can be terrified and shaking in your boots but still standing ten toes down in your assumption

Where I think many people go wrong is the pursuit of perfection. It's the trap of "good enough". When will I be enough? When is what I'm doing good enough to manifest my fucking desire already?? You decide what's good enough, and no one else.

This idea that you have to feel good to manifest, or that you don't have control over when it manifests, the constant song and dance of "doing it right". Law of attraction still has its dirty little fingers digging around inside our hearts

Right and wrong are up to you. There isn't a secret code that unlocks the door, there's no invisible gatekeeper to please, there is only yourself. Have you decided you have it? Have you decided your efforts are good enough or are you constantly punishing yourself.

It is so easy to get lost in what you "should do". Should I be convincing myself or just deciding? Is it ok if I use this affirmation? There is no should.

Do not let shame and guilt destroy you. You should never blame yourself for what is in your reality. You should however recognize you alone have the power to change it.

Stop trying to "fix" everything and ending up spiralling over minor feelings that you can't get to go away. You don't need it to go away. You can literally just decide to keep with the assumption even if you had a stray thought or a flood of emotion. You don't have to hammer down everything that isn't exactly perfectly perfect, because it's yours. Accept that it's yours anyway. Yes I feel like shit, it's still mine. Yes I have doubts, still fucking mine. No I don't understand the "how", it's still mine.

Stop being the observer, hovering over your own shoulder to chastise yourself over every little mistake. You do not need to be perfect to be persistent.

You don't need to "figure out" anything, you don't need to convince yourself or overthink. Manifestation is when you leave all that shit alone and say "no, fuck all of that, I have it".

Trying to micromanage yourself is the easiest loa mistake to make. You end up spiralling for thirty minutes because you had one bump in the road you're trying to force down instead of just saying "sucks, still have it though".

Who cares about belief, who cares about feeling, you are god. Its up to you. I don't care if you feel convinced when you say that you have it, and neither does your subconscious mind.

I'm an insomniac who doesn't drink enough water. If I just go by how I feel I'm gonna think the world is ending. So much of our emotions get falsely attributed to "oh it must not be working" when really, you haven't your body is literally just begging you to go outside or take care of yourself and you're over here like "the universe is against me". No you haven't failed, you're just grumpy and need a nap.

The constant return to "how do I fix it" "how do I manifest" IS living from the old assumption. Deciding that you have already manifested it, regardless of how you feel, is what you need to be doing instead.

Trusting yourself is not this overwhelming influx of dopamine nor is it the complete lack of fear. Having trust is doing the damn method anyway.Having trust is saying, I may not believe it, I may not see it, but it's fucking working. Having trust is getting out of your own way and letting yourself do it without constant double checking.

Conclusion, literally say "nuh-uh!"

"Ok but I don't believe it-" nuh-uh still have it.

"But the 3D-" nuh uh, mine

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"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it. I am not beautiful, but I could be." — Emily Palermo.

bakugou thinks, in all honesty, about you.

it's late at night and he still can't sleep. he's used to having schedules for everything, especially something as important as sleep, but he can't for the life of him fall asleep tonight.

he won't admit it, the pro-hero not changing this stubborn habit from his younger days, but work today was a little too gruesome, it hit a little too close to home. especially a certain young couple he was a touch too far to save. instead, he lays awake in your shared bed, his arms strongly caging you and longing for your warmth.

you're settled in his arms, protected and tightly snuggled against his chest. you're here, and he’s here, and anyone who ever dares to do anything to you has to go through him first.

he releases a long sigh, knowing it's not as easy as he thinks. as he runs a hand down his face, you sleepily pull him closer to your body. "'tsuki?"

"huh? go back to sleep," he grumbles, voice heavy with tiredness and fear, something he'll never admit. you look up at him, pretty mouth pouting and worry laced in your tone. "everything okay?"

he takes a look at you, and feels helpless. he hates that. he hates to admit even to himself that he'll do anything for you. vulnerability is something he never would've allowed himself to feel had you been anyone else. the thought of anything happening to you while he's not there makes his veins boil with anger, his chest screaming at him to keep you safe right next to him, to make sure you stay in his arms. he scowls at the thought, making you frown. "baby?"

"i'm alright, dumbass." he whispers this time, squeezing you as close to himself as he possibly can, his body aligning to yours perfectly. he kisses the crown of your head, lingering for a second and feeling your pliant form relax against him. "it's late, jus' go back to sleep."

he tried, at first, to get you away from his life and all the danger that surrounds him. but it's like the longer he strayed away from you, the more you pulled him into your world. not to change him, but to better him, push him to his limits and then some, until he comes out the best version of himself he could ever be. to love him, he realizes with an exasperated sigh.

"okay," you tell him, yawning against his chest. "but stay here 'til i wake up, please."

katsuki rolls his eyes. as if he could say no to you. "fine."

but he bites his lips once you're back asleep, because he understands– because he doesn't want you to leave him, either. "i'll stay right here with ya," he states, strong hands gently playing with your own.

katsuki realizes, time and time again, that he made the right choice.

it was unfair, at times. how hard he had to work for things that came effortlessly to other people, extras that didn't really deserve what they had.

it's a thought he has coming home from work one day, spent and ready to crash on the couch without caring about taking a shower first.

he loved his job, he loved being the best he could be and how validating the title felt– not the recognition, nor the fans or all the love from people all over Japan– but meeting the expectations of his younger self, of a four year old kid who wanted nothing more than to be the best hero he could possibly be. win to save, as his mentor has put into words perfectly. but it still felt unfair, at times.

still, katsuki thinks he may forgive the world, only because it has you.

your comforting words at his losses, even when he's not actively asking for them.

("i don't need this comforting crap," he grumbles, not screaming at you– never screaming at you, but still being stern. "no, you don't," you answer him, shaking your head with a gentle smile, "but isn't it nice to hear?")

your warm embrace that greets him as soon as he steps foot into your home, your compliments on his food and his career and his personal achievements, like the first time he voluntarily went to therapy. the passion you have for what you do, your drive and fire matching his in your hobbies, the things you love. and you love him, that's sole reason why katsuki thinks fuck it, he can be beautiful, too.

he doesn't have to work hard for your love– he doesn't have to change his short temper, he's still harsh as rough around the corners as the day you met him. still, you love him so easily, handle him with as much care as you thought he deserved.

the corner of his eyes crinkle with fondness as bakugou slowly sits up, just in time to hear you coming through the front door. "i'm home, 'tsuki!"

the world is unfair, but it also has you in it, so katsuki's ready to give it a try. "yeah," he leans down to gently kiss you, wrapping his heavy arms around you. "welcome home."

Mariah Carey on being High Maintenance

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔠

TITLE : RANDOM BAKUGO BOYFRIEND TEXTS

CHARCTER : BAKUGO KATSUKI

CONTAINS : MAINLY SFW, PROFANITIES, MENTIONS PEGGING ONCE & MAKING OUT

BONUS ARYA : THIS IS VERY SELF INSERT >^< ME 'N MY EX USED TO TALK LIKE THIS (NO HE DIDN'T TEXT LIKE SUKI)

© DISCOGOJO '22 reblogs are appreciated, however do not repost or modify without my permission

Locations in mha

Here is a list of places in mha with real world approximate location :

Kamino is in Yokohama (the big big city in the South of Tokyo)

Might Tower is in Tokyo.

U.A. and the city where Midoriya & Bakugou live (with the Tatooin station) is in or near the Shizuoka Prefecture (and no it’s not confirmed that Mustafu is the name of this city, we collectively decided it was the correct name/we all copied the error on the wiki but it’s not canon, which I found both funny and valid. See this twitter threat for more infos https://twitter.com/shibuyasmash/status/1458054260365488131)

The Beast’s Forest where the training camp took place is somewhere in Nagano Prefecture.

Fat Gum’s agency is in the Kansai Region (near Osaka), in Esuha City

The city where the High-End Nomu Hood fought Hawk and Endeavor is in Fukuoka which is in Kyushu The LOV fought Gigantomachia in Niigata Prefecture, “deep in the mountains” and Dabi was at the border between the Mie and the Shiga Prefectures at that time.

Deika is in the Aichi Prefecture (in the East of the Shizuoka Prefecture)

The Gunga Mountain Villa (where the raid against the MLA takes place) is situated at 80 km from Jaku where Midoriya & co fight Shigaraki.

Jaku city is in the “greater Kyoto region”

Gunga Mountain is directly in the south in Wakayama prefecture.

Okuto Island where Toga was warped is 200 km away from mainland Japan.

Because of where the students are born, you can probably theorize that :

U.A. is somewhere in the West of Japan, not very far from Tokyo

Shiketsu is near Osaka

Ketsubutsu is near Aichi/Shizuoka so probably not that far from Mustafu.

I might have forget some things so I’ll probably add things later.

Dabi and Shoto

GUESS WHO REMEMBERED HER PASSWORD? ME! fdssfdgsfdg

some new fusions I’ve made in the eman time, and drawing of old ones, I even put all together, tho it was before MonomaxShisnou Fusion and KacchanxUraraka. I hope you like them! :3

'we'll be alright'; bakugou x OCD/hypochondriac reader

A/N: this is quite self-insert because ocd has been kicking my ass the last 4 months 😭 especially when what i'd usually be irrational/obsessive over is actually happening, but i don’t have specifics. but yeah, hope you enjoy :p <33 might make a part 2 of this somehow, or other characters

content tidbits: hypochondriac and OCD reader, GN!reader, talk of obsessions and compulsions, fear of illness (cancer mentioned bc that's one of my fears brought on by my own OCD, as well as random body happenings that could be health related), swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, UA bakugou and reader (what year is up to u), therapy/doctors appointments, platonic relationship, intrusive thoughts, reader isn't initially medicated or getting treatment but does through the fic, essentially hurt/comfort and fluff :) also maybe OOC katsuki. also brief mention of possible OCD katsuki

word count: 1.5k

Briefly proofread

Linked this song because it reminds me of how OCD feels :p

it was known to the people you felt close to that you suffered with anxiety- but to what extent?

yourself and bakugou were at a point of closeness and security within your friendship, to where telling him felt alright.

when bakugou found out you had OCD initially, his first thought was just 'oh, they don’t like mess and are a clean freak', because yknow, stereotypes.

but then you told him what it entailed, he took it in. you talked about your persistent health anxieties and scares, the way they plagued you and tormented you.

"That's fucking dumb, though. Like- you'd know if you were actually sick." He'd say.

"But that's the thing, I don't." You explained. "I don't, regardless of symptoms or not, and that freaks me out. And when I can feel something, the only way I can deal with it is to prod or feel at it."

You explained to him some moments this type of thing happened; in one case, you had odd, painless bumps in random places, and the trigger of its unknown cause sent you spiraling. Petrified it was cancer, you went on an internet deep dive, kept seeking external reassurance, feeling at it 24/7- and rather than this helping, all you felt was fear.

The next was a random pain near your rib. Was it a punctured lung? But then a pain on your head- a tumour?? Then your knees felt different sizes- are your bones shrinking???

He listened, trying to recall times you may have been out of it or panicked for what to him, seemed like for no reason. And it started to click. Realising it extended even further than the health anxieties too. Past traumas, or fears, or habits. It made sense. And it made him feel an ache of sadness for you in his chest. But also pride, for the fact you go through this daily.

In saying that, after you left, he went into full research mode on the types of OCD you had talked about, on how they worked, triggers, compulsions, and how to support you.

He wouldn’t admit it directly, but after hearing how it gets to you, then seeing it in real time, made him feel helpless. Until you got support professionally, he was slightly frantic.

He made a promise to be there for you, any time, if you were having a mini episode, or major. Which he didn’t expect to be..... a lot. But he kept the promise.

1:34am the clock on your phone read. You were tired, sore, stressed. Your hand went to the odd shaping on your back yet again, a nervous shiver going through you. You tried to rationalise. 'It's probably just some muscle. Or some kinda benign growth. Or just my body being weird again.

Or maybe it's a tumour-'

The intrusive thoughts kept scratching inside your brain, urging you to keep poking, shifting, looking for an answer you knew wouldn’t come.

You remembered his words: "If you need me when it happens, fucking come to me. I don’t care when, do it. You shouldn’t be alone with this. And don’t you dare feel bad."

Slipping out of bed, you quietly made your way from your dorm to his, careful to not be disturbing to your classmates.

You go to his dorm, and knocked loud enough.

"Fuck off." You heard from behind the door, the angry voice of Katsuki.

"Katsuki? It’s just me. You don’t have to, but I'm having a hard time with my OCD, and wanted to kno-"

Before you could finish the sentence, the door opened. "Get in." He said softly, looking at you half asleep, yet with concern.

Once in, he closed the door, opened the balcony door to let in a soft breeze, and sat on the bed with you. After a moment, he spoke.

"What's it doing now?"

"My brain won’t stop." You respond, voice tight and exhausted. "I keep finding new bumps, or growths, or whatever the fuck, and even though they don’t hurt or do damage, my brain is still saying cancer. Which is dumb, because I'd know if it was by now-"

"It's not dumb." He interupts. "Ok, yeah, worrying about a worst possibility that you don’t even know whether it's true or not is kinda stupid. But don’t beat yourself up over it. It is scary. Not knowing fucking sucks. But none of this is your fault. Yeah, you'd probably know by now. But you're allowed to just observe it, without making it some kind of evil situation. Give yourself some grace, dimwit. You have every right to be scared. Especially since this matters to you so much. But don’t- don’t let it consume you. You know you're fucking strong. So... know regardless, you can beat whatever is going on. Serious or not."

You looked at him, tears of appreciation, but also overwhelm, pooling in your eyes. He scoffed softly, but not in anger, more so in understanding, and pulled you close, both under the covers, and your face to his chest.

"Just cry it out, idiot. You need to at this point."

So you did. Allowing yourself to feel everything, let everything crash out of you, with him anchoring you. He gently eased and shushed you if you started hyperventilating, the crying turning into a spiral of panic. He whispered soft, encouraging words into the top of your head.

"Its okay. You're gonna be okay, regardless of what happens. This isn’t something you'll do alone. We'll get you the help you need, and I'll be here when you need me to. Things will work out how they're meant to. Just because it's scary doesn’t mean it's impossible."

"I know. I know, i'm just so scared. I hate not knowing. I hate feeling like my mind is working against me, and my body is fucking acting on what I'm scared of-"

"Hey, hey, relax. You’re rambling." He says softly, shifting to wipe your tears. "I know. I hear you. As I said, it's no wonder you're scared. Being afraid of something with mixed signal signs of it sounds like hell. But again, one day at a time. You're asking for help- be proud of that. It's fucking hard to even acknowledge it sometimes. You already took the first step."

"That’s kinda rich from you, considering you bottle everything up." You respond, cracking a slight smile.

He laughed a bit, nodding. "Yeah, I know, I'm emotionally constipated, fuck off with what's obvious. But I mean it. Just because I have trouble doing it, and I ain't the best at comforting, doesn’t mean I won't try and help you. I care about you, fuckwad, even if I don’t say it. I really do."

Once settling down, he got you some water, and turned on his TV for some background noise, of something you both enjoy. You sat, talking, about your compulsions, triggers, fears, trauma, all of it. He listened, gave his input, and got what he needed from you in terms of what you wanted in support from him.

That night, with you against his warm frame, he slept well knowing you were there- regardless of what you had going on, he could be there.

And you slept well knowing he was there- knowing that despite any unknown health factors, legit or not, you'd have him.

From there, you decided to start looking into getting professional help. You went to Aizawa, with Katsuki nearby, to let him know of your situation. You came to an agreement that if you ever weren’t in a fit mental state for training or class, he would give you time to catch up, on the condition you would keep consistent with effort. He then informed the other staff of it, so it would be an all around agreement.

Once that was set, you found a place to go to get the help you needed, or at least a start. You started to gain coping strategies, ways to challenge compulsions or triggers, and more to generally work with until you would get advanced help. As for the physical side of things, appointments were booked, so hopefully that would be a steady process also. He vowed to be there throughout the process of getting any required diagnoses as well.

In the meantime, Katsuki was still there. Through any panic attacks, anxiety episodes, reminding you to do something else when he noticed your compulsions, and occasionally yelling at the rest of Class A if a trigger was mentioned when you were near. Which yes, is extreme, but he meant well.

He helped you identify other compulsions and obsessions outside of the hypochondria, and helped take notes on your physical and mental health for future appointments. He even went to your therapist briefly to ask how to support you, and how to work with you in times you couldn’t carry everything yourself.

No matter how hard it was for either of you to battle against the monsters in your mind, and unknown of your body, he kept his promise. You knew you'd be fine as long as you had him, and everyone else who cared for you, at your side.

If you ever feel alone or unsafe, reaching out to someone who will listen, is the first step. You are more powerful and stronger than you know 🩶