Put The War On Hold, I Wanna See This One First

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I love my fictional boyfriends

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<i got this idea after i saw this tiktok & spent an hour in cold bath water writing this so 😐>

c/w: bkg calls reader feminine names (pretty girl, girly), reader is in a dress, no body type mentioned. food is mentioned.

when katsuki first asked you out, he told you to "meet me outside the dorms at 7:30, look classy if y'a want." assuming you were probably going to a nice restaurant you dressed just as he requested. a simple yet elegant black silk dress, with your favorite Avery 100 Jimmy Choo's, and gold jewelry to complement.

as soon as you walked up to the door, it opened revealing katsuki in a dark grey button down and black slacks. he liked good. he smelled good too. you recognized the hints of vanilla, amber and spice in his cologne. it reminded you of some tom ford cologne. he's eyes widened and his ears perked up at the sight of you. "sorry" you said with a light laugh, "am i overdressed?" you asked. "uh- no. you uh. you look really good." there was no emotion in his voice but the look on his face told a different story. he held his arm out to you, which you took and you could feel him flexing just a little bit. (which he'd deny) he walked you to the kitchen and you were shocked to find the table lit with candles and his cologne circulating around you. "oh are we not going out?" you asked. "oh uh. no." he sounded sorry but you weren't disappointed at all. you always loved to idea of a cooking date. this was far more fancy than you ever fantasized but that made it better in a way.

you let go of his arm and walked into the kitchen where pots and pans were distributed out. "so what are you making for me, hero?" any doubt he had vanished at your question. you sound excited. or happy? he didn't really knew what you sounded like, but he knew you weren't disappointed that you guys weren't going out. "anything you want, pretty girl." he answered, following you into the kitchen. "i was thinking something italian but i can honestly cook anything." he said with that confidence bordering arrogance. one of the many things you liked about him. "mmm italian sounds amazing!!" and with that he started. he looked up italian appetizers put some brie in the oven and chopped up pears, green apple, and toasted some sourdough bread to dip. you didn't have the heart to tell him brie was actually a french dish. and hour and a half was spent of him cooking while the two of you talked. you didn't know bakugou incredibly well, you met him through your mutual friend, kirishima. however, at the end of the night you knew almost everything about him. how he dreamed of being a hero since he can remember, about his crazy ass mom and quiet dad. you knew that he learned to cook when he was in middle school, his parents were getting promoted a lot back them, which meant nights where he would cook for himself and sometimes them. you picked up that he came from a well off part of japan, or you assumed as much since he mentioned summering in paris and visiting new york a couple times with his parents. you learned how he thought of kirishima, denki, sero, mina, and even midoryia, to your surprised, as his first real friends. he told you about his AWFUL first kiss story, and the one time he had to cover for denki and sero, who were too busy getting high as a kite in some general studies girl dorm room. and how he had to carry the both of them out with the help of kirishima.

he opened up to you in the dimly lit kitchen. more than you thought. you honestly weren't expecting for tonight to go as well as it did. Sure he wasn't the same vulgar and closed off boy he was two years ago, but you still weren't expecting this. You weren't expecting to enjoy his company as much as you did. after the food was eaten, and a tired look plastered you and kats faces. he got up and began cleaning up the kitchen. you followed him and helped. the clean up was silent but it wasn't awkward.

at 9:45 he walked you out the door, putting one of his jackets on to walk you back to your dorm buildings. a thin skip dress with thinner straps was clearly the choice to wear now. the temperature dropped to 45 degrees since you arrived. "you cold in that thin little thing, girly?" "n-n-n-no." you said but the chattering of your teeth gave up your lie. he gave you a quick laugh through his nose as he slid his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders. his hand closest to you slid down your arm and hovered by yours. he stayed there for not a second before tailoring his finger around yours one at a time beige fully engulfing you hand in his larger calloused one. you walked like like, leaning into him hesitantly for warmth as the two of you reached your dorms building. "you know, this was actually really fun. i'm glad we didn't go out now." you said walking up the stairs to the great big door. "of course you are, my cooking is 10x better than some stupid restaurant." "you know i bet you're right." you said smiling. "thank you, for this. this was one of the best nights i've had." you said with the street light making your skin glow. "yeah yeah ofc. anytime really." he said looking down. neither of you moved for a short while until you spoke up. "i should head to bed, but next time maybe i can make something for you and teach you how to actually make a baked ravioli." his head shot up at you insinuating his cooking was in any way "bad". "well if that's what you want to do, than that's what we'll do. goodnight, y/n." he said biting his tongue and leaning in to kiss your cheek. "goodnight, bakugou."

skts spiderman au (+samu) request from patre•n 🫶

tutoring, atsumu pining like a lovesick puppy, gn!reader, not proofread, reblogs appreciated

character, atsumu miya

🏷 tag for @melsuki

atsumu didn’t enjoy studying, it was one of his least favorite things in the world. he’d much rather spend his free time watching paint dry. unfortunately for him though if he wanted to continue playing volleyball he had to maintain good grades.

so when his teacher suggest a tutor for him he was not up for it immediately. until his teacher read the list of students who could tutor him. as soon atsumu heard your name read of he perked up immediately. “oh yeah they’re fine,” he casually agreed.

you on the other hand did not enjoy tutoring people. you only did it because it would look good on college applications. even though you rarely tutored students because they avoided choosing you out of intimidation your unfortunate luck got you stuck tutoring atsumu miya. when your teacher informed you of the situation you nodded and smiled along to everything she told you.

who were you to decline?

it wasn’t that you disliked atsumu, you never really had a conversation with him. you were just sure he and his fangirls didn’t like you. you’ve caught him plenty of times staring at you—or what seemed to be glaring. his fan girl probably don’t know who you are now, but sure enough, after they find out you tutoring him they certainly wouldn’t

but why would he want you to tutor him? it was the student's choice after all.

the next day you met with the setter after school in the library. he usually would be practicing but he had to do this instead.

you were surprised to see him there before you, almost like he was looking forward to this. quietly you made your way to the table the fake blond was at and set your bag down. “wow you’re early.” you noted, voice just barely above a whisper. “oh yeah,” he cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“just looking forward to getting this over with,” he said. what a lie. “right.” you nodded as you grabbed textbooks, notebooks, and pens from your backpack. “do you have everything you need?” you sighed, resting your arms on the table. “yup,” he nodded as he grabbed his notebook and pencil.

eyeing his materials you glanced back and forth between them and atsumu. “what? ‘m i missing something?” he raised a brow at you. “no textbook?” you pointed out his lack of said item. “oh,” he “i kinda forgot—”

“it’s fine,” you reassured him with a smile as you picked up your textbook and placed it between the both of you. “we can just share mine.” you insisted. atsumu was not going to object, his mind instead wandered to the possibilities this incident could lead to.

maybe if you both read a passage in the textbook your hands would touch—no. he shook his head at his wandering mind and paid attention to you as you began to read something from the textbook.

his eyes wandered from your eyes that followed along with the words in the book before they fell to your lips. your seemingly soft lips, every boring word that came out of your mouth sounded like music to his ears.

“can i have your number?” he blurted out without thinking. your eyes snapped from the pages on the book and to the setter next to you. he looked as if he was shocked by his own words. “wha-”

“so we can plan the next session—obviously,” he added quickly. the lie came so quick he was lucky. “oh,” you frowned ever so slightly. “yeah sure.” and with that, you wrote your number down on a post-it note and gave it to atsumu.

from that second on he was looking forward to texting you to plan his next session. which would consist of him staring at you with hearts in his eyes whenever you weren’t looking.

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