expression studies

Shoutout to self shippers who feel less than good enough for their f/os, who feel as if their f/os wouldn't accept them. I'm here to tell you that despite your doubts, insecurities, and worries, you'll always be good enough for them. They see such wonderful things in you and they'll always make sure to reassure and support you as much as you need.

Happy Pride month to all Queer selfshippers!!

“do you know what my love language is?”

you give your boyfriend a side eye, clicking in your seatbelt and turning to face him slightly. he buckled himself in too, already a little embarrassed by his own question so he keeps his eyes focused on starting his car and making sure his mirrors are all in the right place.

you laugh, “of course i do? i’d be a horrible girlfriend if i didn’t know?”

bakugou huffs, opening his mouth to say something then snapping it shut. then he puts his sunglasses on, pushes them to the top of his head then to his nose. he’s fidgeting, something so clearly on his mind.

“why’d you ask, gorgeous?”

“at work, the rest of them said i have the words of affirmation one. that i love compliments. makes me sound like an insecure fuckin’ loser.”

you raise your eyebrows, your smile not letting up, “you do, it also manifests into a praise kink when we fuck.”

bakugou groans aloud, starting the car and setting off down the road. “fuck off. you like compliments too, when i call you good girl and all that shit.”

you hum, “i do. there’s nothing wrong with that. doesn’t mean you’re insecure either. you just like feeling secure.”

bakugou mumbles something under his breath, wiping his nose and focusing on the road ahead. you’re not sure why it’s bothering him so much so you take his hand into your lap.

Just a lil creature

izuku has a thing with your heartbeat.

he constantly has to be checking it, making sure that you're here with him. alive. real. that you're not just an amazing dream that his mind had conjured up.

he sleeps on your chest -- wraps his arms around your body, and places his ear right over your heart so he can feel the steady beat. you can be watching a movie together, the lights dimmed and candles burning, and he's laying on you, listening to your heartbeat. if his head isn't directly on your chest, his scarred hand is over it, letting your heart thump against his palm.

he'll get home at night after a particularly bad day, one where he almost lost someone. you're already sleeping, and he'll climb into bed with you, gathering you in his arms so he can hold you, watching the steady rise and fall of your body as you breathe in and out. holds his own breath so he can clearly hear yours, so he can make sure that you're still there with him.

You’re slow dancing in the living room with Bakugou one night. It’s later than he’s typically up, but neither of you could really sleep, and found yourselves in each others arms. His head rests on top of yours, and your feet are on top of his, as he gently waltzes you two around the room. You sigh into the naked skin of his chest, feel his heartbeat beneath your ears, kiss the scar on his skin.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut. You can feel the breath Bakugou takes in, deep and shuddering. He’s quiet for a moment, as he sways you left and right, before answering,

“I love you too,” he tells you truthfully. You blink a couple of times, biting at your bottom lip to quell the emotions that always bubble up when it comes to him and your love. Why is it always so overwhelming?

“So much it makes my heart hurt, actually.” You confess quietly, squeezing him a bit tighter to you. He does the same, skims his mouth across your hairline as he takes in the smell of your shampoo.

“Mine too.” He mirrors you, makes you wanna hold him tighter until he combusts in your arms, the flames of his flesh taking you out with him. But all you can do in the moment is bite gently at his pec.

“Don’t ever leave me, okay?” You warn him, finally pulling away enough to look up at him. Bakugou frowns at you, eyes flickering between the wet stain and your teeth imprints on his chest, and up to your eyes that shine with vulnerability. He stares at you for another few beats before kissing your forehead.

“I would never.” He says, and he sound so sure. So sure that he’d never fall out of love with you. So sure that he’d never find anything better. So sure that he will escape death every time. So sure that he’ll come back to you, even if it has to be in pieces. So sure that his heart will forever beat to the rhythm of your name, sure that you will forever be apart of him.

“You’ll never catch me crying or begging for a man.” You stick your chin up to him in defiance, but he sees it wobble anyway. “But if you ever leave me, I don’t think I’d survive it. Don’t leave me.” Your voice gets soft, pleading, and you find him wiping away tears you hadn’t known escaped.

“I won’t.” Bakugou tells you, seriously, as he goes from holding your waist to your cheeks so that you can’t look away from him. “I wont I wont I wont.”

“Tell me you love me again.” You demand from him almost immediately, and he answers you just as quickly.

“I love you.” He doesn’t hesitate, confesses so surely, that your eyes flutter at the sound. You bring his face to yours until his mouth skims your own, whispering against it,

“One more time?” You plead, and he obliges you. He always does.

“I love you I love you I love you.” And he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you until you’re breathless and giggling, leaving behind the world around you. All you have is him, and you’re sure that he’s all you need.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, no warnings. so fluffy it’s sickeningly sweet.

katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether.

from a young age, he never really cared about what others thought about him. he wasn’t interested in friends, tolerated his family and he didn’t care for women at all. and at 16, he deemed this to be a perfect way to live.

well, now he was 22. who knew that loneliness would hit him in tumultuous spouts of self loathing and bitterness? not him, that’s for sure. he sees his friends getting into relationships and while he’s thankful that they always include him in things despite his brash attitude and sharp tongue, there’s an embittered taste on his tongue that lingers when he sees kirishima and his girlfriend.