They Both Think Theyre The Most Normal Guy In The Room

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

ho ho holy shit it’s december first (1st)

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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || He wouldn’t allow yourself to be troubled with self-doubt, after all you're perfect in his eyes. 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut, small dab of angst but short lived, oneshot, aged up, words of affirmation, insecure reader, protective bkg, he’s just a lil guy, 905 word count

The phone in his hand is immediately forgotten at her question.

His head snaps up to look at her, brows furrowed with an evident frown, as if she just threatened his entire existence with mere words.

The blonde immediately stands up, slowly approaching the girl – who's busy staring at herself in the mirror – already growing more irritated by every step he takes.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't fucking hear that."

Her eyes meet his in the reflection, a shiver running down her spine at the sheer intensity of his gaze, those red orbs piercing into her own.

The beating of her heart only grows louder as his fingers graze her bare back – swatting her hands away which fumbled with the strings of the corset – taking over as he tied it himself with ease.

Mumbling a stern 'i got it' to her as he focused on the task at hand.

The burning sensation on her cheeks doesn't help the swirling thoughts in her head, she's a bundle of nerves fueled by the unpleasant feeling of insecurity.

It's not often she dressed up like this – the hair, makeup and dress was all foreign on this body – it was like she was playing dress up, only the clothes scream at her to take it off.

Self-doubt and anxiety has always followed her like a shadow, sometimes too dark to ignore or too light to know when it'll eventually return.

She thought she was getting better but...

"I thought I told you to stop saying that shit."

His small grumble breaks her out of the trance – reminding herself that she's not alone with her thoughts, not anymore – she can feel the way he ties a bow with the strings when finished.

Resting his hands on her waist instead of moving away, leaning against her so she can feel the warmth of his chest on her back, keeping her grounded.

The determination in his eyes has her staying silent.

"Never call yourself ugly ever again, got it? I don't care if you're joking, it pisses me off."

Though to others it may seem harsh, only those closest to him can understand the care and purpose behind every word he speaks.

The responsibility he puts upon himself to protect his lover – from her own troublesome mind – only heightens the amount of love she has for him.

Her fingers fidget with the silk material clinging to her figure.

"I just... I never wore something so showy.."

Katsuki Bakugo is very attentive.

Hence he notices every directed glance to her torso, every nervous squirm, every pause in between her words.

The overall uncertainty behind those eyes and demeanor.

And it only heightens his increasing annoyance – but not directed to her, never to her – aiming it towards himself instead.

The frustration of not noticing her mood shift sooner – the failure of taking care of what needed to be treasured – has him spinning her around to face him.

Her eyes slightly widen at his actions, though meets his gaze nonetheless.

"Listen up cause I'm only gonna say this once okay idiot?"

His hands stray away from her waist, only to cup her face, cradling it with a surprising amount of gentleness.

She hesitantly nods.

"..'m sorry for not noticing earlier, I should've realized it sooner."

"eh- wait katsuki that's not your fault-"

Her breath hitches as he suddenly leans down, shutting her up with his lips – the kiss is short lived but filled with love, devotion and tenderness – only making her brain short circuit when he pulls back.

The look on his face was a mix of confidence and unwavering conviction.

"I didn't say anything before because well... tch, I know I'm not the best with words but..."

He clears his throat, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed as he takes a glance at her – all dolled up and flustered – it only causes him to grow shy at the sight.

Unsure of what to say next without looking like a fool, he sighs and quickly takes her hand, placing it on his chest as he roughly whispers.

The surprise on her face is evident.

"....can't you feel that? what you do to me when you look like that?"

She can feel the intense rhythm of his heartbeat underneath her finger tips – strong and intense, too intense – her own pulse beginning to mimic his at the realization.

If she wasn't flustered enough, he practically turned her into mush.

"I-I didn't know..."

He rolls his eyes trying to regain some of his composure.

"Yeah well, now you know. So stop doubting your appearance... because you're fucking beautiful okay?"

She goes to respond but he squeezes her cheeks together, making her whine at the feeling, the previous gloomy atmosphere now replaced with warmth.

He subtly smiles at his success.

Although her previous thoughts won't vanish into thin air so soon, she does feel at ease knowing one thing : he truly does love her.

That's all the reassurance she needed to walk out the door, hand in hand – much to his grumbling – towards their special outing for the rest of the night.

Let's just say the paparazzi had a questionable time trying to snap pictures of the famous pro hero couple, with Katsuki suddenly acting bodyguard to every photographer standing a little too close to his girlfriend.

A grumpy figure clinging to her in every pic.

He's suddenly regretting his decision to attend this event with such a stunning date.

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a/n ||| hi hiiii i think this might be one of the fastest fics i wrote but i actually enjoyed writing it so much? anyways im scheduling this to post on monday night, i hope it works, i never used this feature before - fingers crossed 🤞🏼 i need to start writing for more characters other then bkg but it's so hard -_- a dabi fic is coming out next so stay tuned! tags ||| @leleyro @zaiban2989 @qyuin ໒꒰ྀི ´๑  ̫๑`  ꒱ྀིა

I cant let gng know I still fw Bakugo.

Just a little art study I did.

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

this request ! fem ! reader , swearing , reader is shorter than katsuki

one thing that katsuki didnt understand about you was how quickly your personality switched. there would be times where you would be laughing and giggling with your friends, and the moment that he slipped his hand into yours, you would go bright red and go silent. of course, you never pulled away, but you practically froze and gave one word answers to anyone who spoke to you.

he found it your reaction funny most of the time, but it occasionally irked him at how you shied away from his touch in public. sometimes he just wanted to hold you close to him, but you would always panic and burn a bright red in the face. katsuki wanted to show his love for you proudly, but you always seemed to try and evade his hands, and make excuses to not reciprocate his affection in public.

it was odd for him to see you so bright and bubbly one second, and then as quiet as a mouse the next. what was even more odd to katsuki was how dependant you were on him whenever a new situation arose. you would always hide behind him when you were faced with something you had never seen before.

"oi, stop bein' so jittery and get yer ass over here." katsuki grumbled, reaching out to pull you by the waist closer to his own body, your head bumping against his chest. he had been wanting you by his side all day, and now that he got the chance to, katsuki wasted no time in getting you close to him. he grinned at how jumpy you were, before he muttered out, clearly not wanting to be overheard.

"stay by my side, dumbass..."

I am in love with Izuku Midoriya.

That’s it. That’s the post.