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LMFAOOOOO I LOVE THESE TWO AND I CANT HELP BUT THINK OF HUSBAND BKG AND Y/N BEING LIKE THIS T^T

Living with Class 1A in the school dormitories

My first post! I hope everyone enjoys 💜

so! much! fun!

Ofc, there are times when little arguments break out but they are always resolved quickly. Life is too short and you guys as a class have been through too much to hold grudges.

Anyway back to the fun Friday and Saturday nights are designated ‘fun nights’

Karaoke followed by movies on Friday’s

Board games followed by more movies on Saturday’s

You and Mina are not allowed to team up for Karaoke battles bc you guys always end up winning

Tenya always makes sure everyone has done their homework before any of the fun begins because “responsible heroes prioritise education over leisure.”

Bean bags EVERYWHERE

Cooking dinner almost always ends in a food fight. Especially if you’re scheduled to cook with Mina or Kaminari

When Eri visits you guys make a massive pillow fort and watch Disney movies

Sleepovers in the common area where you guys sleep on the couches or on sleeping bags next to each other.

Which is sometimes embarrassing bc you somehow always end up sleeping next to your crush and, as a ‘sleep hugger’ you wake up latched to them, your arms and legs around them like a baby koala 🐨

Btw, Mineta was banned before the first sleep over even started lol

Bakugo always complains about the noise you guys make but always ends up joining you for fun nights and sleep overs (Mainly bc you pester him into joining and he low key can’t say no to your puppy eyes.)

Everyone loves it when you visit them in their rooms. You basically spend most of your free time in someone else’s room lol

You’ve even visited Bakugo a few times

Todoroki always makes the best tea and he’s a rlly good listener. He loves listening to you talk about everything and nothing

Tsu is rlly wise and gives the best advice, as well as the second-best hugs, the first being Shoji

Baking with Sato is always fun bc he lets you lick the bowl while you sit on the counter

Momo’s bed is too big for her room so you always end up sitting on it doing homework and chatting

Jiro and Tokoyami have the best taste in music and you always end up leaving their rooms with new songs to add to your playlist.

Whenever you cook with your scheduled partner, you always save some for Aizawa sensei. Denki often teases you about being a teachers pet

Shoto is surprisingly (and infuriatingly) good at Mario Kart and everyone is low key salty about this

Well, that was before Mr Aizawa banned it after ‘the Bakugo incident’

Now you’re forced to play in secret with Kirishima, Ojiro and Sero, which is fun bc none of you are as competitive as Bakugo and you actually have a chance of winning w/o Shoto there

You and Uraraka have this thing where you buy each other fluffy kawaii socks after you found out you both had a love for them.

Kaminari started calling you both ‘Dobby’ which can get confusing when you’re in the same room together.

Aoyama always invites you into his room so he can show off his ✨ sparkle ✨ and the two of you always end up eating different cheeses together, drink grape juice like it’s wine and make up stupid nicknames for dumb celebrities Which is fun to talk about bc Aoyama is as creative as he is savage

Shoji gives the best piggy backs so you always want him to carry you everywhere.

“Pleaaaseee Shoji?”

“You’re five steps away from the kitchen I think you can manage on your own.”

“You carried Midoriya around at camp!”

“That was because all of the bones in his body were broken!”

“He didn’t have to be so dramatic…😒”

*Midoriya spluttering in the background*

Speaking of Midoriya

You share his love for All Might and the two of you like to fan girl over him when you visit him in his room

You like to buy him All Might merchandise, not realising that he’s already got most of it. But he keeps it anyway and happily displays it bc he thinks you’re too sweet and adorable and he cherishes your generosity.

You and Kaminari like to spam each other with random, cursed memes that make you both cringe and laugh at the same time

Koda has a sweet little crush on you and he sends you little gifts from his room with his pet bunny

Watching horror films with Kirishima to prove your ‘manliness’, only to end up hiding beneath the blanket together, leaving Tokoyami, a horror film enthusiast, to watch them alone.

Snacks! So many snacks! The cupboards are full of them Sato always makes sure to stock up after movie nights

Anyway Class 1A is like living with a big loving family and I wish it was all real so I could live with them :’(

'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

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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 🩶

Playing the Pocky Game with the Bakusquad.

Sero: sits there grinning with the pocky between his teeth like the smug-ass bastard he is as you bite away from your end, getting closer until your lips meet.

Denki: Gets way too eager and snaps the pocky in half from the get-go, resulting in his face smushing into yours. The fact his lips happened to land on yours is 100% chance but you wont hear him complaining💅

Mina: definitely the smoothest out of all of them, taking little nibbles as you slowly draw closer to each other, her soft hand coming to rest gently on your face. By the time the pocky is all gone neither of you have really noticed and neither of you really care😘

Kiri: another over-eager boy. Keeps biting too hard and the pocky keeps snapping in half which frankly makes him a little downhearted. Please kiss him anyway, he needs it.

Bakugou: refuses to "put that sugary shit in his body," simply resorting to tossing the box to the side and grabbing your jaw with a hand, shamelessly pressing his lips to yours. "Tch. This is what you really wanted anyway, ain't it dumbass?

[4:54pm] // B. Katsuki

“fuck,” you cussed for the umpteen time today, mind in overdrive from the numerous math questions you did in the past few hours. it was taking a toll on you and honestly, you just want to take a big fucking nap.

there’s a test tomorrow for class 3A, and the subject was, you guessed it – math.

in the midst of your self-pity, you heard sudden huffing and puffing from behind you, making you furrow your brows.

“you better not be jerking off right now or i will–“

“fuck woman get ya head out the gutter, ‘m just doing some push ups,” katsuki, or better known as your angry-blonde-pomeranian of a boyfriend, interjected as he continued muttering the number of pushups he had done. 195..196..197…

“you didn’t let me finish, i was gonna say that i would join you,” you shrugged your shoulders. “but i guess you clearly don’t want that.”

hearing a growl and a thump, you swivelled your chair around to meet the rather enjoyable sight of a slightly panting katsuki on the floor of your dorm room.

200.

“do you not have to study for tomorrow or something?” you questioned.

katsuki snapped his gaze towards you from the ground, and raised an eyebrow.

“babe, you know i don’t do last minute revision,” he pushed himself off the ground with a smirk, advancing to your desk.

You scoffed at his statement before turning the chair back to face the one math problem you’ve been stuck on for god knows how long.

leaning his body over you, you could feel the dip in your chair from when he placed his arm on the headrest, and his other hand on the desk, the position caging you in. it made you feel safe, oddly.

as katsuki scanned the worksheet, you were busy admiring the slight sheen of sweat on his bicep, deliciously showing off the curvature of muscles.

lick.

a beat passed before you retracted your tongue back into your mouth, seemingly bewildered by your own action.

katsuki was no better, he blinked twice dumbly before registering that you had just licked his arm… his arm.

“What the fu-“

“sweet,”

both of you spoke at the same time, with you sheepishly looking up at his blank yet slightly offended expression.

he stared at you for a few more seconds before sending a quick whack to the back of your head that got you whining in faux pain.

“what was that for!” you rubbed your head with a pout.

“ya fuckin’ idiot,” he sighed exasperatedly but you knew his words and action held no menace, not when there’s a trace of a smile threatening to break through his annoyed facade.

giggling, you looped an arm around his neck above you, pushing it down for your lips to meet. it was a short kiss, but still had the corners of your mouth turn up into an irrepressible smile and your insides warm with affection.

katsuki had his thumb rubbing circles on your head, a silent apology for whacking you in that exact spot a few moments ago.

separating from each other, you could see katsuki’s pink dusted cheeks and awkward borderline smile, it was adorable. he was adorable. so adorable you couldn’t help but coo and pinch his cheeks.

at that, his awkward smile disappeared into a scowl. his ruby eyes narrowing at you.

“tch, c’mon, what’s the problem with this question?”

god, do you love your boom boom boy.

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

“sorry! wrong number” prank on your boyfriend

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

bakugou headcanon

slight nsfw warning!!

okok hear me out!! i think society has convinced us that it's not normal to not want your boyfriend to watch porn while you’re in a relationship.

on that note, when you and bakugou are dating he would never even dare to glance at one of those pop up porn ads while scrolling through whatever website.

first of all he thinks it's disloyal. why would he watch naked girls fake moaning at the top of their lungs when he's dating the real thing who actually feels good from his touches and has very real moans??

not to mention, they're not even close to being half as hot as you. you're literally the most beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, sexy and kickass woman he ever had the pleasure of being in the presence of. you're all he needs, like fr!! he's literally enamored with you and physically cannot get turned on or hard with anyone else or any porn video.

like for example if he's just casually scrolling through his computer and comes across a porn ad, that laptop is slammed SHUT in a millisecond. nahhh he didn't see a thing. nope nope nope! he's in front of your door moments later saying shit like "baby. baby. you look so fuckin' sexy today, okay? you're the only idiot for me." he's acting as if he just made out with someone else 😭. you're just like "katsuki... it's 1 am. come sleep."