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Half The Plot (ongoing)

>> pairing: armando aretas x black reader

>> rating: M 18+, NSFW, MDNI

>> warning: explicit language, explicit sexual content, and graphic violence

>> summary: in between enacting his mother's revenge and running the Aretas Cartel, little did anyone know there was someone Armando had extensive plans for. They only had half the plot.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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alrisyl

𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

pairings: rodrick heffley x fem! bandmate reader

summary: what starts as a sarcastic “kissing lesson” in rodrick’s garage turns into real flirting...

warings: teasing/flirting, kissing, tension, sweet angst, humor, stealing, fluff.

notes: was rotting in my drafts and needed majoring editing, finally finished it though so yay!! slighty proof read and lowercase intended!

wc: 2.1k

rodrick heffley had a reputation that came before he even picked up a drumstick... lazy, loud, sarcastic, and somehow always acting like nothing mattered.

which is why it was infuriating that the one thing he suddenly did take seriously was you.

“again,” he said flatly, leaning back against the garage wall. “you’re overthinking it.”

you wiped your palms on your skirt, warmth rising up your neck. “i’m not overthinking it. you’re just… not explaining it right.”

rodrick snorted. “it’s kissing. not rocket science.”

katssdomi

God, Katsuki loved kissing you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love everything else about you, he did. Your damn eyes that looked at him like he hung the stars, like he was the most impressive thing you had ever seen. No one had ever looked at him like that before, not with that kind of quiet admiration that made something warm and restless twist in his chest.

Your face was unfairly pretty. Too damn soft. Too damn cute. The kind of face that made his chest tighten when you smiled at him across a room.

And your body, hell.

You fit against him like you were built specifically to be there. Like your shape remembered his hands. When he wrapped his arms around you, something in him settled and burned at the same time. Sometimes it even messed with his breathing, which pissed him off more than he’d ever admit.

But your lips?

That was a completely different conversation.

Katsuki loved kissing you everywhere.

Not just your mouth. Everywhere.

Your temple when you leaned your head on his shoulder. The corner of your jaw when you were talking too much and he needed you to shut up for a second. The tip of your nose when you were being annoying on purpose.

And the places hidden under clothes?

Yeah.

Those too.

✵ ✩ ✵ ✩ ✵ ✩

You were standing in line at the convenience store, scrolling through your phone while the line moved painfully slow.

Katsuki stood behind you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“You’re crushing me,” you muttered.

“You’re five pounds,” he grumbled.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, he shifted slightly closer, pressing his weight into you from behind. His hand slid lazily over your stomach, fingers hooking in the fabric of your hoodie.

You barely had time to react before you felt it:

A soft, quick press of lips against your shoulder.

You froze.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, glancing around.

“What?” he said flatly.

“You can’t just…”

Another kiss.

This one slower.

Your face heated instantly.

“There are people here.”

“Don’t care.”

His voice was low, almost bored, but his mouth brushed your shoulder again like he absolutely did care.

The old woman in front of you cleared her throat.

You elbowed him lightly.

“Stop.”

“No.”

Another kiss.

This time you turned around halfway, glaring up at him.

“Are you done?”

He stared down at you like he was considering something important.

Then he grabbed your chin with two fingers and kissed you properly.

Not rushed. Not messy.

Just slow and warm and deliberate.

Your brain completely short-circuited.

When he pulled away, your lips followed him for half a second before you caught yourself.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said.

“You love it.”

“I do not.”

He smirked.

✵ ✩ ✵ ✩ ✵ ✩

Another time it happened when you were sitting on the couch at his apartment, legs tangled together while a movie played that neither of you were really watching.

You were talking about something pointless, your day, some dumb thing Mina said, the weird professor.

Katsuki wasn’t answering much.

Just “mhm.”

Or “yeah.”

Or “sounds dumb.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yeah.”

“What did I just say?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he leaned over and pressed a kiss right below your ear.

You gasped quietly.

“Katsuki.”

Another kiss.

Lower this time.

Your fingers grabbed his shirt instinctively.

“You’re not even pretending to listen.”

“I am listening.”

“You’re literally kissing my neck.”

“And?”

Your brain went blank for a second.

“You’re impossible.”

He hummed against your skin.

“You talk too much.”

“Oh my god.”

Another kiss.

You shoved his shoulder weakly.

“Stop distracting me.”

“You started it.”

“I was telling a story!”

“Bad one.”

You stared at him.

Then he leaned forward and kissed you again, this time right on the mouth. Soft. Slow.

His hand slid behind your neck, holding you there for a moment longer than usual.

When he pulled away, your cheeks were warm and your eyes slightly unfocused.

He looked extremely satisfied with himself.

“See,” he said calmly, leaning back into the couch.

“You forgot what you were saying.”

You blinked.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

But a second later he pulled you closer against his chest, pressing another quick kiss into your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And honestly?

You didn’t complain.

✶ ✧ ✶ ✧ ✶ ✧ ✶ ✧ ✶ ✧ ✶ ✧ ✶ ✧ ✶

satoruswetgf

frat!kuna doesn’t “keep up” with people, he monitors.

you notice it first in the smallest ways. how he’s always the first to view your story, even when it’s 2:13AM and you’re just posting a dumb mirror pic in your pajama shorts. the little viewer list always has his name sitting there like a threat.

then it gets worse. you post a selfie? he likes it in under a minute. you post a sunset? he doesn’t react, because it’s not you. you post yourself dressed up for a night out with your friends? suddenly there’s a notification.

sukuna ryomen replied to your story:

where are you going dressed like that?

you laugh, thumbs hovering, heart tapping a little too fast.

why do u care? lol

three dots appear instantly.

because I’m looking at you.

you swallow. heat creeps up your neck. and like clockwork, ten minutes later, you hear it. a car outside. not honking. not calling.

just waiting.

your phone lights up again.

come outside. i wanna see you in person.

and you swear you can practically hear the smirk in his voice through the screen, like he already knows you’re gonna do it.

like he already knows you’re his.

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obsesssedblerd

when you and satoru gojo started dating and agreed to take it slow, the first thing that you got used to was the fact that his infinity was up 24/7. though you understood and never brought it up, part of you yearned to feel his skin and not the invisible shield that kept him from the rest of the world.

then, during one beautiful evening after a lovely picnic date, you're comfortably lying against his chest—against that familiar shield, until you realize that you aren't.

as he's adorably rambling about something funny that happened while he was teaching the second years, you notice that you feel the material of his jacket against your cheek. then, you realize that the comforting scent you've been inhaling is his cologne. curious, you gently grasp one of his hands that's closest to you, and your heart practically skips a beat when you feel the warmth of his palm for the first time.

satoru senses your excitement and quietly intertwines your fingers with his. it's also his first time touching you without infinity activated, and he wants to savor it. his thumb brushes soothing patterns on your hand, and you don't even realize how hard you're grinning until you feel the strain in your cheeks.

he chuckles, and you look up to see him staring at you, blindfold raised and his blue eyes soft with adoration. "what's got you cheesin' like that, pretty girl?"

you shrug, your smile unwavering. "just thinking about how perfect my boyfriend is."

satoru stares at you for a little while longer, then tilts his head a bit lower. you feel his lips gently press against your forehead, then against your lips, feather-light and brief. the kiss is short, but it's absolutely perfect for the first time.

you snuggle against satoru, and his other hand strokes your soft face. "that's good," he finally replies, "because i'm always thinking about how lovely my girlfriend is."

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idiotoru

whipped!kuna copying his gf's mannerisms

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

soft isn't a word sukuna would use to describe himself. at least, not before you came into his life. his life that once used to be dull and angry became calm, warm and something he didn't quite understand. something like a combination of loving and joyful and it consumed him. and you were the only person to see the transition, to feel it.

sukuna was obsessed with the way your tiny brain worked. he studied you so closely, taking in the way your head tilted in confusion or the way you stuck your tongue slightly out in concentration. he didn't know how or when it happened but he'd somehow subconsciously stolen your mannerisms.

now, when cutting fruits for you, he stuck his tongue out as he focused on getting the shapes right. or when you told him about yet another show you'd watched and the plot didn't match up, he'd tilt his head, eyebrows furrowed as the gears in his head turnt. he even started copying the way you showed affection. sukuna, who hated physical touch the most, would now wrap an arm around your waist when he wanted to cuddle or hold you close while you watched tv together.

in an attempt to tease him once, you copied one of his own— running his tongue over his canines in annoyance. he was nagging you about how you kept using his body wash when you put your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side and running your tongue over your teeth. he immediately caught on but he couldn't get mad at you. instead, he chuckled, genuine and adoring before carrying you in his big strong arms.

sukuna couldn't tell exactly what you had done to make him so soft and sappy but he knew that he was grateful for whatever it is. he may not say his appreciation straight to your face but he knows you can see it, like when he lightly taps his head after he makes a mistake.

yet another habit he stole from you.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

note: tiny sukuna drabble so i don't lose my mind being studious. #ihatethedoublelife

-love, ryu :3

dateacutiesuggestion

Date a cutie who remembers little things about you

sunnyaf-ternoon

OUR work husband

Synopsis: Your boyfriend seems to always have a vendetta against every co-star you work with. This time around, you're the leading lady in one of the most prestigious roles in the DC universe. What are the odds that your man will be getting along with this particular leading man?

Starring: Benito "Bad Bunny" Ocasio, Danny Ramirez

Form: SMAU

☀️Sunny asks: 200 followers RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. It seems I have discovered a raging praise kink within myself because every like, comment and reblog of one of my posts fills me with immense JOY! PS. in this universe, joaquin torres didn't survive the explosion in CABNW😔 (please don't ask for a part2, this took me 2 months to make)

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sunnyaf-ternoon

La Isla del Encanto

Synopsis: It was simple, really: a vacation with the girls to the captivating island of Puerto Rico. One minute, everyone is taking in the tourist sights. The next, your friends are leading a manhunt out for you.

You? You're lost in the enchantment of the island.

Pairings: Benito Ocasio (Bad Bunny) x black!fem reader

Form: SMAU + written

☀️Sunny says: she's not ready for the superbowl. Google-translated Spanish ahead😬 Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate!

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limitless_nina everyone say "thank u, nina" for finding our airbnb🙂

ohclaire

You had cold hands. Was something you’d dealt with for a while, but after meeting the team and realizing not everyone lived like this…well whatever happened next, you considered to be karmic revenge.

“No! No, love please! I’ll do anything, just put those away!” Kyle stood before you with his hands out placatingly, vulnerable in just a towel around his waist after a shower.

You were approaching, hands out to place on his neck. “I’m sorry it had to be this way, Kyle.” You say with no remorse in your voice as you back him into a corner.

The screech he lets out once your hands make contact is not dignifying, but it does attract the attention of the others.

Johnny bursts into the room confused, your head whips around, gaze narrowing on a new target.

“No! Johnny! Save yourself while you still can!” He’s sliding down the wall like you shot him.

Johnny understands the situation quickly, fleeing from the room and leaving the door swinging in his wake. You let out a, frankly, evil giggle before following. He’s trying to seek refuge in the rec room, but you’re fast approaching. You tackle him onto the couch, sliding your hands under his shirt and onto the warmth of his chest.

His screech is somehow even more pathetic. You look up to see Simon and John watching in horror.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. For now.” You flop your head back onto Johnny’s chest as you warm up. You’ll get them when they least expect it later.

It comes when you’re on the couch later, watching a movie. Like always, your extremities are cold. You decided to help yourself to the excess of warmth the boys are emitting, sliding your hands behind Simon’s back and into his shirt, and then your feet under John’s thighs.

Simon’s back arches off the couch trying to escape the icicles you call hands.

“Jeeesus, sweet’eart!”

Balance has been restored to the world. The real love language is thermodynamic equilibrium.

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emmiebaby4

she’s a 10 but she needs you to tell her how obsessed you are with her at least once a day (i’m she)

neuvision

WRONG NUMBER ⸻ HITOSHI SHINSO ; gn! reader

SYNOPSIS — the strange unknown number you vented to about your crush ends up being your crush. INCLUDES — college + modern au!, smau, crack, fluff, shinso is y/n's campus crush.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ main masterlist — mha masterlist ꪆৎ ˚⋅

NOTE — if you guys didn't get it, the 'diary entry' shinso wrote wasn't entirely made up bc he acc was staring at y/n LOL! i love his smartass.

angeliicheartt

HOLY PEAK THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMAU IVE READ IN A LONG TIME 🤍🤍🤍

yeontsuki

his safe place

𑣲 summary: bakugo loves lying down on you as soon as he gets home. problem is, he probably weighs just as much as a human-sized cement truck. 𑣲 pairing: prohero!bakugo x reader 𑣲 wc: 0.7k | 𑣲 tags: comfort, established rs

It's always like this when dusk spills onto the earth: You, having finished the housework and prepared dinner, lying on the couch in the living room with your legs dangling awkwardly over the edge, scrolling on your phone and waiting for Bakugo to return home after finishing his hero duties for the day. Unless he messages you about another stupid emergency or idiotic extras forcing him to extend his shift, it's always guaranteed that Bakugo will return home at this exact hour of the day where the sky changes into shades of peach and amber.

You perk up at the sound of heavy footsteps filling the corridor outside the apartment, keys jingling. A soft curse seeps past the wall and you snicker from your spot on the couch because it's Bakugo probably struggling with his keys again. The doorknob turns, a faint click echoing throughout the apartment before the door flies open and you meet eyes with Bakugo. His crimson eyes light up as soon as he sees you but it isn't enough to chase away the fatigue shadowing his eyes as he steps into the apartment, shoving the door shut with a kick of his boot and a force that causes the walls to rattle.

iknowthekoolaidflavor

More bad bunny stories PLEASE

Synopsis: You decide to take a pottery class when the instructor catches your eye.

Pairing: pottery instructor!Benito x reader

Word count: 1.4k

After your last breakup, you promised to take time to find yourself before getting in another relationship. Thinking you found the one, you poured your heart and soul into everything with him. Soon all of his interests became your interests and everything you enjoyed, your plans and your dreams were on the backburner. Everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t. When he broke things off with you, you had no clue who you were anymore.

Never again.

Slowly branching out makes you feel safer. Picking and choosing where you would direct your interests and trying new things felt like putting the right pieces of the puzzle together again. That’s how you ended up in a pottery class in the middle of October. It started off as a fun way to show your creativity, making something new every week.

The instructor was also hot.

The first class took you by surprise. Walking into the warm decorated space, made you feel at home. You noted the decorations covering the wall, most notably the giant Puerto Rico flag hanging above the desk. Music filled the room and as you stepped in, you saw a man gathering supplies while dancing. He hummed along with the music, at peace in the moment. When he spun on his heel, he noticed he had a visitor and nearly dropped everything.

“I’m sorry”, you rushed to help him recover the tray he knocked over

“No hay problema”, he responded gently, “It’s my fault”

“I should have made more noise when I came in”

“I wouldn’t have noticed”, he laughed, “I need to turn down the music”

“I liked it”

“¿Tienes salsa?”

“Yo practico…poquito”

“¿Hablas español?”, he grinned as he quirked his brow

“Yo también practico hablar español. Pero no es perfecto”, you grinned back, nervous that you sound a mess

“Your Spanish is good. If you want to practice or salsa, I’m available”, he offered, holding out his hand for yours

His smile told you he meant something different, but you welcomed the exchange. You put your hand in his as he shook it.

“Benito”

He smiled as you gave him yours, committing it to memory.

Every class, you all learned to make something new. Every class, regardless of how your creation turned out, Benito was always there to offer assistance and compliments. Something about him felt so inviting, you barely noticed that you were coming to class early and leaving later than everyone else.

When you arrived early, he would pull you onto the makeshift dancefloor in front of the class to dance with him. He always kept his distance with you physically, but always kept his eye on you. You could tell he was checking you out and you didn’t shy away from it.

“Me gusta bailando contigo mamí”, he professed as he spun you

The name made you blush every time, but you refused to read into it. At the end of class, he always checked in to see how you were enjoying class while he cleaned up. It always ended with you helping out. He would walk you to your car, open and close your door, then watch you leave.

“Get home safe”, he pleaded, “Porfi”

He really wanted to ask you to tell him when you got home safely, but wanted to keep it as professional as he could.

Yes, professional.

Which is why he was preparing for a private lesson with you on a Sunday morning when classes were only on Thursday evenings.

You walked in, looking for your instructor. Benito was preparing the clay for the session. He knew you were struggling with keeping your vase uniformed and he was racking his brain with ways to help.

“¿No hay música hoy?, you smiled as you put on your apron

Benito turned around with a smile, hands already covered in clay.

“Si, necesitaba pensar”

He spoke to Siri and music started to fill the silent space. You stood next to him as he finally finished cutting the clay. He figured there might be many do overs.

“¿Cómo estás?”

“Estoy…”, he kept thinking of the easiest way to answer your simple question as he piled the clay into the container, “confundido”

“¿Confundido?”

“Sí. That’s why I was thinking”

Benito didn’t give you space to ask follow up questions. Instructed you to grab your usual seat, so he would walk you through improving your base. You turned the machine on, trying to remember the steps he taught you during class. You would admit you missed most of the lesson that day. This particular session he wore his glasses and a sleeveless shirt. While everyone listened and learned the steps like good students, you were eye humping your instructor, thinking about his muscles and tattoos.

“I see the problem”, Benito smirked as your clay started to lose its shape

“That was quick”

“Es muy obvia”

He walked behind the bench you were sitting on, placing one hand on your shoulder.

“You’re not focused. Starting off, you are good, then your mind starts to wonder”, his voice started to trail off as he noticed some of your hair at the nape of your neck had fallen out of your pony tail. He should have left it alone, but he opted to twirl the strands between his fingers. A chill ran down your spine at the contact. You could feel him gently tugging at the black scrunchie holding your hair up. Soon, your hair was free from its grasp.

“What’s on your mind bebecita?

By default, you need to change the subject. His directly in your eye was going to lead to a scenario you’ve only dreamed of, but wasn’t prepared for.

“My lesson”, you breathed, “I don’t remember the steps”

Benito smiled, he could walk you through the steps. He sat on the bench directly behind you, his chest pressed against your back with his mouth right above your ear.

Your brain started to short circuit as his cologne filled your personal space. Your body relaxed against his. He felt so warm and inviting, making it nearly impossible to move away. Your thighs were between his and the tightly pressed against yours as he adjusted his legs to reach the pedal. You could feel your core tightening around something that wasn’t even there.

“Necesitas respirar mamí”, he whispered in your ear

When you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, he finally pressed down on the tiny pedal. The machine came to life as he instructed you through the first step. To your surprise, he placed his hand over yours to guide your hands through the steps.

Every time you complied he whispered words of encouragement in your ear. You tried your hardest to keep it together, but it was becoming too much. With one particular step, he smiled against your ear. Your body was struggling to keep still.

“Good girl”, he whispered in your ear

A soft moan escaped your lips before you could attempt to stop yourself. Benito’s lips trailed kisses down the side of your neck as you squeezed your thighs together. Your hands were left gripping the clay as his hands found their way to your waist. You leaned into his chest again as he stared down at you. There was a brief moment of silence before his lips were on yours. He gripped your hips tighter, attempting to pull you even closer. He was harder than he’s ever been and pressed it against you. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands trail up your waist and under your shirt.

You finally took your hands away from the clay, wiping the remains on the apron. You brought your hand to his cheek as his tongue slid past your lips, smearing some clay on his face.

The bell above the front door chimed, shocking you both. Benito jumped up to readjust himself before heading to the front. It was an elderly couple looking to sign up for classes. Benito scheduled them as quickly and politely as he could muster. Once they left, he made sure to lock the door.

When he walked to the back of the building, you were no longer in your seat. Benito found you sitting on his desk, no apron with your shirt unbuttoned. Any ounce of professionalism he held on to was long gone as he closed the space between the two of you to pull you into a kiss.

ohclaire

Ghost is the type of person to wait for you to tie your shoes.

Not because the rest of the team is neglectful, but Simon just lives life a little slower than the others.

When you fall back to kneel down and fix the untied laces, everyone else is still chattering excitedly about the time off and end up getting a bit ahead. But when you look up from your shoe, Simon is right there, body tilted toward you and waiting.

“Ready?”

Kyle is the guy who will bring the conversation back to your point after you’ve been interrupted.

Some bar fight breaks out and everyone gets drawn away from the conversation, and you don’t expect to be able to continue where you left off until,

“What were you saying, love?”

Price will make physical space for you. Hanging out with some of the buffest guys the UK has to offer sometimes means they get a little pushy. Especially at the pub with alcohol in their system. So, John will shove his broad shoulders around to broaden the circle for you, making sure you don’t get pushed out.

“There ya are, sweetheart.”

Soap will make sure you are explicitly invited to plans. When everyone is talking about going out after work and you’re just kind of…also at the table, you might be inclined to think you’re just an eavesdropper of the conversation. That is, until Soap turns to you with his excited eyes.

“Yer comin’, aren’t ya? We want ya there!”

It’s these little habits that you don’t think they even realize they do. The ones that heal that bit of your soul from when you were a kid and felt invisible. You never thought you would find a home in a place like this, but they keep making space for you.

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rawkonig

sweet girl - 141 being obsessed with you

the nickname had started with simon first. passing you in the hallway, hand falling on your lower back as he squeezed past you, greeting you with a good morning and “s’cuse me sweetheart, just gettin’ past”

he’d say it when catching you working out in the gym, complimenting you on your form with a hidden “nice form, sweet girl, keep those legs apart”. somehow he’d find his way behind you, pressing his body against you. you never knew how he ended up there.

then it spread to soap, with a little more enthusiasm. greeting you in the hallways, calling the name out loud enough to get the attention of everyone. “what’s our sweet girl been up ta’?”, “anything new goin’ on, sweet girl?”

you couldn’t lie, it turned you the fuck on. especially when simon said it with his low voice, creeping up behind you and rasping it in your ear. soap almost made a humiliation ritual out of it, causing you to run to a private area to play with yourself— thinking of the two having their way with you, all while calling you “sweet girl”.

it was even worse when gaz got to it. he spoke it with such love, smiling with that natural charm he had. “hey there, sweet girl,” smirking as usual. during gun training one day he had your panties soaked from all the praising and pet-names. and you think he knew it.

price catching on is the cherry on the fucking cake. he just knows how to use it in a way that his boy’s don’t. “what’re ya’ doin’ there sweet girl?” “sure you can handle all that?” “need some help there, sweet thing?”

it got so bad you knew it had to be a running joke! something they were all in on. but it wasn’t, you really just were their sweet girl <3

i wrote this at like 3am bc i wanted to do some sfw stuff but ended up being SLIGHTLY smutty bc… phew. anyways !! asks are open !!

miyamor

❝ PROVE ME WRONG; ❞

۶ৎ ft. k. bakugou navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ katsuki's confession doesn't go as planned.

"no you don't."

"wait- huh? fuck ya mean I don't?" katsuki had you cornered between his dorm door and his stupidly broad chest. you probably looked dumb looking up at him compared to how intensely he stared down at you. wasn't the ac in his room on? why the hell are you starting to sweat so much?

your mouth opened and closed, then opened just to close again. no matter how hard you tried, no words seemed to come out. he still stared at you, and he doesn't plan on stopping until he gets an explanation as to why you're doubting him now. now that he's finally built up the courage to pour his heart out to you.

how'd you even get here in the first place? you were just supposed to give katsuki a rundown on what the class had planned for this weekend. why did momo have to send you anyway. you heard her and mina mention you and katsuki in a conversation earlier today, but that has nothing to do with this, right?

"y/n." katsuki's ever so gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts. his eyes search yours for a possible answer, and he immediately fails. katsuki gives up and steps back just the tiniest bit.

"I mean every damn thing I said. I wouldn't just be blurting it out if I wasn't honest. ya think I'd put up the effort to lie to both myself and you? hell no." katsuki rubs a hand over his face, trying to cover up his panic at your lack of response. heavy tension continued to fill the air as both of you anticipated the explanation you were struggling to give him.

"it's just so hard to believe." you break away from his stare and fidget with the end of your shirt.

"you're great and all, don't get me wrong. you're smart, you're strong as hell, there's no doubt there." you sigh, building up the courage to meet the blonde hero's eyes again. you were immediately met with his strong gaze that still seemed to be searching for answers through your eyes. it was a struggle to breathe as you paused before continuing.

"and I'm just... me."

"that's exactly my point." katsuki steps closer again, leaving only the smallest amount of space between the two of you.

"don't give me bullshit about me being all this and that when the sole reason I'm only doing and saying all this is because you're you. I like you for you. unconditionally." despite your attempts at keeping your eyes on his, your strength faltered as he finished talking. opting to stare at his chest instead. katsuki had such a weird effect on you and it was frustrating.

"look... I get that it's hard to believe now." katsuki reaches a hand to tilt your head upwards so he could make sure you were looking at him. for the first time since you walked into his room, you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

"so let me spend a lifetime proving it to you, yeah?"

a/n: this is so..... yeah. i'll do better guys

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