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Omgs!!!
Not me coming up with this masterpiece
Idea!!
Cronis broke a note tied to its talon and gave it to him.
Dear, Jack
I know, i just left, but it seems my uncle (Pitch) decided to pay me a visit, one far less then kind, come find me, Cronis(the crow) will help you.
Deadly, Yours
Krystal
*it looked like it was written rushed*
Don't call us out 😭
girls are like “I want a boyfriend” but reject everyone because none of them are their comfort characters
Sneak peak
NEW SHOT- MUST FREAKING READ
HOBIE X READER X MILES
(WHY CHOOSE)
based of: (not mine!!) @dixonsflwr
HOBIE BROWN
Roof Fever
x readerGN
"Come on, come on, come on" A young Hobie rushed you out the back door, "Coming , dont rush me", I whisper shouted at him, "You really must stop coming so late, my mom is so suspicious", I commented when we were far enough from the door.
'Every night, Hobie and I would go hang out somewhere, alone. Young and dumb.'
"Where's the fun in that?" He asks leading me through an alley, "Where to?" I finally ask as we get to the other side and he stops, "T'is roof, just one more block" He smiles over his shoulder, grabbing my wrist and running through another alley.
'We always did this, when its too dark, maybe we're scared and wanted to be close'
We got to the building, eventually. "Come on" We race to the top and finally on the roof, I remember it so well, the roof, the view, Hobie's hand slipping into mine. There was blankets on the ground, so we sat close.
'Its not like am falling inlove...i just want you to do me no good'
"Ye' like?" He asks softly, searching my eyes for regret or something, "I love it" I giggle picking up sunglasses that rested near me and putting them on, "Your a certified mindblower".
"Le's dance" He suggest standing and extending a hand to me, "Without music?" I hesiste, "We've never needed it" He reaches out again, i accept this time.
'We danced like strangers, blissfully inlove'
"Did you call off the search for your soul?" I question, with a raise of an eyebrow, "I'll put on hold for now", 'for you' He thinks, twirling me. "Come on, come on, come on" He encourages me to do a dip, I do.
"Happy birthday Hobie" I mutter, pulling closer to him, "Hm, Thanks love, Your my number one party anthem" He whispers to my ear.
'I love you', thats what i forgot to say that day.
(A/N)
SO yeahhhh.... i wasnt expectiing it either....ik its short
but if u still want Reck the flower bed, tell me request and stuff
Xoxo,
Bee
NEW HOBIE SHOT
AM SO EXCITED!!
Reck the flower bed
LITERALLY ON MY HANDS AND KNEES
guys please hand me requests...
i dont jugde (rarely)
anyway...requests for 'Hear Me Out' would be great and other oneshot
xoxo,
Bee
'Hear Me Out' Masterlist
CHAPTER ONE: NO SHIT
CHAPTER TWO: DETAILS
CHAPTER THREE: NO HABLA ENGLAS
CHAPTER FOUR:
CHAPTER FIVE:
'Hear Me Out' pt2
42!Miles - bold
(not mine!)
PREVIOUSLY
"No shit, nina/nino"
I hear shuffling from the staircase, Prowler whips his head toward the roof door, "Scream and I kill you", he threatens and backs away, moving to a shed and hiding inside.
Just as he gets inside, the roof door bursts open, two officers with flashlights pointing at me, walk towards me, "Hey! did you see the Prowler", one of them questioned moving way to close for comfort their torch pointing at my chest.
"Uh no-no" I muttered pushing the torch away from my chest, "Randy, lets go, our shifts over anyway" the other officer pulled his friend by the shoulder into the stairwell, muttering something about 'DunkN'Donuts' .
'Creepy' I think, walking toward the shed opening it slowly, coming face to face with the Prowler again, "Your welcome" I cast him a smug grin, to which he scoffs walking past me to the egde of the roof, "Your welcome, your not dead", with that he jumped off, catching himself with his claws and sprinting across rooftops till I can't see him.
'Is it wrong i think that was hot?'
At School
"Hey, freak", "Psycho", "Prowler-Bitch", harsh insults i received while walking into school, I dug my hands into my blazer pockets, making my way through students to find my friends.
"Guys!"I yell out when i see them, "Hmm?" Nicc says gesturing to me to come, "The craz- Yes Niya i forgive you. I spoke to the Prowler!" I note her gaze never meeting mine, and whisper shout the last bit.
"You have to be kidding", "Shut up", "Well?", Jayden, Niya and Nicc say in unison(repectively). "He kinda...pined me to a wall- but! its not like that" the bell rings, Nicc glances at me, "Details - Lunch" he says before grabbing Niya and walking to class, Jayden kisses my cheek and winks, leaving for class.
Next class - Spanish 2
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(authors note)
YEAHHH
I HATE IT WELP.......
'Hear Me Out'
Miles42! Bold
(You have a crush on the Prowler...Miles finds you interesting, you have an awkward run-in with Prowler)
In the cafeteria
"Okay but the Prowler" Niya said pointing at me, I flush, "The Prowler isn't a 'hear me out' if no one wants him" Jordan says as she fixes her shirt, giving Niya a pointed look that screams 'I dare you'.
Niya dares "Not true....Y/n here-" I cut her off "Hell no, how did we get here?!", "We got here, when you told us Mei's lockscreen was Swiper(DtE), then we started talking about 'hear me outs'" Nicc, explains as he breaks his forth plastic spoon,"....oh" i mutter, "Y/n has a crush on the Prowler!" Niya says a little too loudly, quieting the cafeteria, murmurs and whispers of "Thats's weird", "Who's Y/n?", "Freak". I glare at Niya, "Sorry", she squeaks, I get up, grab my bag, and leave the cafeteria, Nicc sighs softly "Give her till 7th period".
I did not come around.
"Y/n! Wait" Niya begged, Nicc and Jordan trailing her, "I can drive you home" she offers, I finally turn around, "I got a ride" I tell her with a strained smile, "Look...I'll text you all when i get home, bye" i finish, walking down the many steps when i see my brothers', Heide, car.
"Hola" he saluts me, "hey Heid" I climb in shotgun after moving the stuff on the seat, "Home?", "My Home, Heid", he nods pulling onto the road, "You should visit more, Papa misses his Bebe", he says with his eyes on the road, "Tell him his 'bebe' is almost 18 and wants a boyfriend" I say, sarcasticly.
"BYE!" Heide screams from his car as i apporach the appartment door, "Bye, H" i shout back and enter as i hear his engine start, 'I will visit' I think as i get my keys and open my door, 'someday soon'.
I throw my bag on the floor, "Honey, wheres my supersuit", I mumble, walking into the kitchen to make dinner, "Hmm, I have leftover lasgna that mom gave me? but that cheese is going to get bad soon...I'll just grate the cheese over the lasgna and bake it till it melts", I plan out my meal, placing the tray in the oven and setting a timer, walking out of the kitchen to get my bag from the doorway and head to my room.
My apartments way bigger than it should be, figures, giving my family.
My room is full of artic monkeys posters, and a singlular Prowler poster in a corner, hidden almost, tossing my bag on the bean bag, i plop onto the bed and open my phone, I stare at the group Icon for 'That one group', 'fuck it', I click it open and shoot a quick, 'Am home, Heide said hi' and close the app, opening Tiktok.
About 10 minutes later, the timer goes off, making me hop off the bed and shoot to the kitchen. I gently take out the tray from the oven and the smell wafts the air, 'best part about living alone', I don't even take a plate, just a fork and dive in, it hardly took me 10 minutes to finish, I place the dish in the sink and make my way back to bed, to write my homework.
I just had Spanish and English today so I finished at 9:46, and decided to sit by the window with a book.
Crrk~!
Claws or something, scratched the window harshly, 'huh?', I got the window open and let the cold air hit my exposed shoulders of my f/c wife-beater, 'this is such a bad idea' I think climbing out the window and following whatever it was that climbed to the roof.
"Why are you following me?" as soon as i get to the roof, am pinned against the wall with a claw raised dangerously close to my neck, "Your the Prowler" I mutter breathlessly, from the wind getting knocked from me (or some fucked up excitment).
"No shit, nina/nino"
ΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨ
(This might actually become a Fic)
Part two is almost finished
Writers block is annoying and i need requests
xoxo,
Bee
I want them both tho??!
Not to be basic or anything 😭
But can I request spider!reader going with Miles to earth 42. And she’s 42!miles dead gf so when he sees her he’s super attached to her and his feelings are coming back for her she’s reciprocating. But then Miles is just chained up watching the girl he likes being flirted with by his alt self and he’s just like
miles: yeah this doesn’t hurt 😐
Uncle Aaron: you lyin?
Miles: Yeah 😢
ANOTHER DIMENSION
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pairings: prowler! miles x fem! reader
cw: none
summary: just when you and miles thought you had gone back home, everything went wrong when you meet miles’ alternate version of himself, but for some reason why were you kind of falling for him too?
a/n: ik the anon said spidey! miles was just going to stay there and remain chained to the punching bag but come on, we all know he’s gonna escape one way or another🤷🏻♀️
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just when you found out you were in the wrong dimension with miles, he was knocked out from someone behind, making you rush towards him.
“miles—” you kneeled to miles’ unconscious state as the boy with the prowler suit walked closer to you but you had webbed his hand to the railing of the rooftop.
“don’t even try it.” you glared at the prowler until uncle aaron had threw a gas poison at you, immediately making you weak as you inhaled the toxic air.
before you could even touch the ground, someone had caught you. it was that masked boy.
(30 minute time skip)
you woke up, gasping for air as you looked around the place, examining it for a bit before investigating.
“is this uncle aaron’s place..?” you thought to yourself as you continued to look around.
as your eyes wandered all over the place, you then landed on a punching bag where miles was chained up against.
“miles..” you said under your breath worriedly, immediately taking the blanket off your lap to go free him.
but before you could even stand up, the prowler had held you to sit back down.
“get off me!” you tried shooting you webs, only for nothing to come out of your wrists.
“these yours?” prowler opened his hand, revealing your web-shooters. before you could snatch them, he threw them behind his back.
you tried to fight against his hold, pushing his hands off your shoulders, trying to knock him out but he had caught your fist in time.
“who are you and what do you want?” you gritted on your teeth, glaring at him through the lenses.
there was a moment of silence, making you impatient as the prowler’s mask retracted and revealed his face.
“miles..” your eyes softened as you lowered your fist.
“hermosa.. (beautiful..)” miles’ hand trailed up to your cheek, caressing your cheek as he is staring at you with a warm and gentle expression on his face.
miles is now beginning to speak and is whispering to you in a soft tone as he looks at you with love and hope in his eyes.
“you look just like her..”
before you could even ask what he was talking about, the boy had cupped your cheek and kissed you on the lips, feel his warm touch as the kiss goes on.
you had never kissed anyone before or even have the thought of kissing your bestfriend… but this miles was making it feel like the best thing you could imagine.
meanwhile. your miles was beginning to wake up as he looked at his surroundings, then spotting another version of himself kissing you. but then, miles slowly moves away from you and looks at you with a loving expression.
"i missed you so much, mi cariño.. (my darling..) it’s like you never even left..” he hugged you tightly in his embrace as you only blushed, not knowing what to do.
then you and miles could hear hear grunting noises from miles, he was struggling to get out of the punching bag as he was still weak.
“don’t touch her!” he yelled out, trying to break free but to no avail. meanwhile, miles only smirked at the other version of himself.
“say.. why don’t you ditch that cabrón (dumbass) and come with me, mami?” miles pulled you closer to him as you met him eye to eye.
“i’m sure i could do way better than he could.”
once those words came out of miles’ lips, miles broke free out of the punching bag in time with his venom powers. he immediately webbed your waist, pulling and twirling you back into his arms.
“nah, man. she’s mine.” a smirk only came up to miles’ lips as his mask retracted back onto his face.
“guess what, chico? i ain’t letting her go… not again..” miles muttered the last part to himself, getting his gauntlet ready to pounce on miles.
before miles could even land, miles had already grabbed your waist, pulling you closer as he still had his web shooters and breaking the windows to escape.
but miles was not going to let you go that easily. he wasn’t going to let his second chance slip away.
“how could you let him even touch you like that?” miles asked as he was swinging from building to building. miles never told you about his feelings, yet, but clearly they were showing.
“you don’t understand, miles! i think he-” miles suddenly cut you off, groaning in pain as he felt a device on his back, electrocuting his body and letting you go.
now you were falling 60ft in the air, trying to shoot your webs as you remembered, the other miles had thrown them away.
“oh sh-” before you could hit the ground, miles had already caught you, landing on a building as he carried you bridal style.
“told you i ain’t letting you go, unlike him.” miles smirked as you were still speechless.
yes, you did have feelings for miles but this miles made you weak in the knees.
miles then noticed from far away that miles was trying to get back up, swinging and trying to find you while miles hid you away from him.
while he hid the both of you, you noticed how close he was as he put his hands on the wall beside your head, panting under his breath.
“now, where were we?” he looked back up to your eyes as your eyes directly went to his lips.
“i think you were asking me to leave my miles for this miles.” you said sarcastically with a playful smile.
“it’s a good idea, dont you think?” a smirk came across his face, leaning in closer.
“mm, i don’t know.. you gotta show me if its worth it or not.” you put a finger to his lips, pushing him away but he took ahold of your wrist, moving them out of the way.
“oh, i’ll definitely show you..”
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Afraid
Hobie x reader
Soft!Hobie
(Background: Y/n was hit with a fear toxin on the mission, now she's having a panic attack)
"When i wake up, am afraid..." you muttered, in the corner of Miguels office when the toxin took effect, the team tried to comfort you, while Miguel and LayLa look for an antidote.
"Your so mean, I don't like you" choking on a sob, she opened her eyes slowly "Fuck you, anyway" you suffled away from, Gwen, who was rubbing your arm in comfort.
Gwen and the others were startled by the outburst, except Hobie, who was sitting a distance away, but rose from his sit, crouched by the you and held your hand, "Why are you Afraid?" he asked, though he's voice wasn't above a whisper.
Your tense shoulders fell, somewhere in your head you processed Hobie's voice and rough palm, "When I...when I wake up am afraid, somebody else might take my place", you spoke shakingly but your breathing calmed, and squeezed Hobie's hand and raised your other arm, 'hug', he embraced you without thought, and pulled your face to he's chest as he rested his head on your hair...
"Noone will ever take you away from me, love, never be Afraid", he muttered in your hair, its getting so much harder to hide his feelings for you.
{Part two?}
masterlist
Masterlist
-Miguel
-Miles
-Hobie
-42!Miles
-Sneak peaks
Send request (open)
ATSV
Miguel
Loss of you
Miles
Burn for you
Wagwan, American boy
Hobie
Afraid
Wagwan, American boy
Roof fever
42!Miles
'Hear Me Out'
Sneak peaks
'Hear me out' miles42!
Wagwan, American boy Hobie x reader x Miles
Reck the bed Hobie
Sneak Peak of my next shot!
'Hear Me Out'
42!Miles x Y/n
Implied 1610!Miles\\
(am really trying for GN!reader)
Tell me what you think, Send requests, etc...
<3
It's crazy to think that Miraculous Ladybug got me into fanfic, because I shipped Mari x Chat so hard. If not for that show, I may have never started writing fanfic/reading it
Burn For You
Miles x Y/n
hurt/comfort(?)
fluff
Background (Miles and I were set on a mission together, we had to pretend to be dating and it was starting to feel real, now it was the night before they returned to HQ)
Y/Ns PoV
"I requested a seperate room" He spoke, apologeticly
"Yes", I muttered acknowledging him, he shifted on his feet "I should-" he started "Yes" I said turning away from him, "Yes" he replied leaving swiftly, I closed the door with a heavy sigh.
I paced as I contemplated my feelings, I think I love Miles, he makes me feel beautiful, thats the problem... he loves Gwen, everyother spiderman always loves Gwen.
Noone's PoV
Miles, too was pacing for different reasons, 'I've loved her since Miguel brought her in, since the moment our eyes locked as she greeted everyone...But she does not love me, i almost thought she did, this mission -Miguels almost evil for it- showed me a side of her I have never meet, a side I adore' he thought, as he quicked his pace, the tux he wore hugged his biceps as he raised his hands to his face to wipe it painstakingly.
Both they're pacing stopped, at the exact same time, in the exact same spot, as if they were in the same room, closure they both needed it, Miles was quick to her door, just as she opened the door to step out.
"I-" He started, cut off by he opening the door wider and muttering 'come in' almost bashful."I- we should head to dinner, I saw a chinse place across the roa-" He suggested, wanting to ease the tension -beating around the bush-.
"I do not want any dinner!" She was angry, rightfully so, Miles had avoided her each night after leaving the mission sight, like she didn't matter, like...he didn't care.
"I have spent the last few nights, wanting to be alone with you, wanting to talk to you, wanting to know!" she mumbles the last part as if he shouldn't hear, he stays silent, not knowing what to say or do, "I understand...that you do not want to talk to me, that am annoying, we should get that ch-" she answers for him, "Bug!- that is not what I want...you are mistaken" He uses the nickname he gave her, to mask as the perfect couple, it felt wrong to part with it so easily.
"Miles...you have avoided me after each mission....you've said but a few words to me-" she says, her lip quivers slightly, "To keep myself from saying the wrong things" He gestures to his mouth as he speaks, "You cant even look me in the eye-" hanging her head as if she realized a cruel fate, "I can't bring myself to when all I see is pain I caused", he's deafeated, fighting himself from lifting your head.
"I am the one who forced you into that position" she argues, "No- I forced you" He clarifies, "I have spent the last nights in agony, cause I knew you wanted nothing to do with me, I made this mission difficult and long and it was just a Recon" miles wiped his hand against him chin, "It was supposed to be easy, fake date in, break up and you collect info after flirting with the Target, No strings attached and yet-" he chokes.
"and yet-...this could not be anymore different, is that what you hoped to say?" she finished, lifting her head to gaze in his eyes, any hope she had for her feelings slowly disappearing as she turned away from him, "Chinese sounds good, we should head out-" she changes the subjected as she picks an oufit from her suitcase.
"Everything i said at the club was true", his words came out, abruptly, she turned to face him, but before she spoke "I cannot stop thinking of you....from the mornings you wake, to the evenings you sleep, to the dreams you inhabit…my thoughts of you never end. I am yours, Bug. I have always been yours." he speaks the truth, whats in his heart.
She blinks once, twice, "I don't understand" more as a statement, she does understand, she just doesn't believe it. "I do not know how to be any more clear!" Miles says, frustrated as to how he can explain his feelings, no, feeling.
" Don't get angry!" she counters, "I am not angry." "I…You look angry...look at you, you're flushed." "Yes, that is what happens." "When your is angry?!" She shouts, "When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!", He finally shouts, "You… burn for me?", she's confused, what about Gwen.
"Why do you think I got jealous?" he questions to answer the unspoken question, "Why do you think I made you jealous?" she murmurs "If you would have only looked at me this week for longer than two seconds, you would have seen...It is you I cannot endure-" He's cut off, "I Burn For You" she finishes for him, for them, for eachother.
They lean into eachother, as they're lips meet it speaks volumes, passionately, everything they needed to say, I Burn for You, always.
A/N
yelp hope u like it
xoxo,
Bee -KC-
Things about meee
-am old enough (21)
-i read alot
- am busy always
-i like people
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Hey y'all
please tag me or share (idk), ur stories that you wrote with my prompts and if you have requests ask away
i write ;
angst
smut
hurt\comfort
hurt\no comfort
fluff
Prompts, Tropes and Ideas series
thy should see
the reader/protagonist doesnt relise they are falling in love with s/o\other character
Works best for fics where they have powers or something....
IDEA
Example:
1.Y/n subconsciously smiled when Damian pinned Beast boy, effortlessly winning the sparring battle. Rolling her eyes when Damian moved toward her in a 'cocky' scowl "'Didn't take you for a smiler Miss. L/n" Damian spoke, with a raised brow ''I'm not, obviously? l was just thinking of how easily l could pin you.'' She replied with a smirk, a hint of challenge in her voice.
IDEA
2. Soulmate AU (where the soulbond is when ever the other touchs the other it leaves an imprint)
Prompt list
Angst⁂
Fluff⌂
Hurt/Comfort⌁
(^^THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS^^)
001: "I hate you so much, but I can't love anyone more." ⌁
002: "How could Cupid be so cruel."⁂
003: You love them, but they don't notice you.⌁
004: I got love to spend but I can't get the chance, I hope they don't mean what they say but I keep seeing them sticking around like they can't get enough so I stay.⌂
005: Reader has closed walls but can't help but blush and stutter at they're advances.⌂
006: "We are not the same, yet we aren't opposites either."⌁
007: "I guess am a bit lonely?"⌂
008: "The curse of the third date, relationships don't last long, so good luck."⌁
009: "I long for you, you complete me."⁂
010: "Pizza after? My treat." "Yea, would love too."⌂
011: "What would I do without your smartass"⌂
012: "Your fine, am fine, we're fine"⁂
013: "You don't deserve her/him, no one does."⌁
014: "Stop tormenting me, I can't get you out of my mind."⌁
015: "You're a distraction I can't ignore."⌁
016: "No one is ever taking you, away from me"⌁
017: "You should've left" "Why" "Everyone else did"
018: "I think I love them" "Took you awhile"
019: "Am not her! Okay, so stop acting like it, stop calling me the wrong name....just be with me, your (y/n)...me"
020: "I had a friend once" "Wht happened?"
021: "I was inlove with you....I am inlove with you"
022: "Can't remember the last time you looked at me like that...why do you do this to me"
Tropes
001: Enemy to Lovers
002: Strangers to Friends
003: Best friends to lovers
004: Couple to Enemies to Lovers
005: Online Friends to Lovers
006: Forbidden Love
007: Unrealistic crush to Lovers (limerence)
008: Boss x Newbie
009: Rival Bands
010: Pen Pals to lovers
011: Platonic Soulmates to Romantic Soulmates
012: Older x Younger (very large gap- 6+ years)
013: Amnesia sufferer x hopelessly in love
014: Side character x side character
015: MC x bestfriend side character
Loss of you
Oneshot, supershort
Miguel Ohara x reader
TW: Angst\no comfort, domestic relationship, implied starvation(??), (minor)major? Character death
Miguel O'hara, the perfect husband, with the perfect wife, Y/N L/N. They're marriage was is perfect, soulmates. She made his coffee perfect, no sugar, with lots of cream, perfect. He braided her hair, on Wednesday, always on Wednesday. They read books aloud together, and traded bookmarks, except her favourite one. They cooked dinner together, together always.
It's gotten colder now, the coffees black, hollow. Wednesdays seem dull, and bleed into other days. Her bookmark hasn't moved from the desk, collecting dusk. He hardly eats dinner, how could he, he lost his life line, his anchor. Grief followed him like a dark cloud, flowers seemed to welt in his presence, his family always called, but you can only do so much. He wasn't used to it, no, he'd never get used to being alone, living wasn't worth it, if Y/n only haunted him.
Have a good day, mate
hey uh....oneshots??
style.
TITLE : STYLE
(BASED OFF “STYLE” BY TAYLOR SWIFT)
(mainly dedicated to @mps427 ‘s friend, maya since it’s a birthday fic)
PAIRING(S) : bakugou katsuki x reader
SYNOPSIS : since when did bakugou look so dreamy in a white t-shirt? nevermind that, your feelings are sent into a whirlwind. i mean.. don’t you ‘hate’ him?
WARNING(S) : third year au! since like,, driving. lyrics might be all over the place, bakugou gets a girlfriend to make maya/reader jealous. bickering. a crack-ish ending. a mess, essentially.
note(s) : uhh i know this has been sent to me on the first, and truth is— i have been working on it, i promise. it’s just that, the prompt has been revised MANY MANY times so like 💀 sorry for the long wait!
ITALICS WITH — — IS A SONG LYRIC (lol) not exactly a ‘song fic’ since it MIGHT be out of order regarding lyric placements. but like,, contains lyrics from “style”
— midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights —
the sound of your phone going off cuts into the silence of the night, reverberating through your room. you roll over to sloppily look for your phone with your hand, eyes squinting.
who the hell is texting me at this hour? you don’t even have to look at the clock to know that it’s midnight. after all, you only decided to go to bed an hour ago. you can blame that on school work, but your grades could thank you later.
your eyes scan over your phone screen, and you have to quickly make a double check with the sender. it really can’t be who you think it is, right?
it is, oops.
several text messages have been sent over the last few minutes— by bakugou katsuki. the same dude that’s been tormenting you since your first year in UA.
“hey.” “come outside.” “now.”“your ass can’t be that deep into sleep.” “just meet me outside when you see this.” “i know you will anyway.”
he hates you, and you hate him. what could he possibly need from you— especially during midnight? normally, he’d be asleep. so, this was definitely a shocker.
on top of that, he’s already dating someone else. can’t they just sneak them out?
either way, the texts he sent are all of the same caliber, but those messages in particular stand out to you the most. you wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes, immediately stepping out from the comfiness of your bed, mindful of the creakiness that could be there.
“what do i wear?” you text back, and he immediately replies with a cryptic “anything.”
that seems to convince you enough miraculously, so you slide on some socks— holding a pair of shoes for your outdoor wear later.
when you quietly pad through the dormitory halls, and make an exit— you see a car, a familiar car parked near a tree, hidden away from the main view of the dormitory.
and there he is. you can see bakugou sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, headlights switched off. when he spots you, he steps out— vermillion eyes meeting your own.
you’re rendered motionless, when your eyes land on the familiar white t-shirt under the jacket he brought for himself.
“come here.” he says that in such a calm matter, it’s almost eerie. despite that, you follow him anyway— opening the passenger’s seat.
it’s silent for a few seconds, as the both of you buckle your seatbelts. the blond immediately starts driving— which gives you enough time to think about something, just something to break the tension.
— long drive, could end up in burning flames, or paradise.—
— fade into view, oh.—
“are you gonna kill me in the woods or something? the police would search for you first, y’know.” he doesn’t tear his eyes from the road, but by the tell of his expression, your question is heard.
he rolls his eyes, but his lips still break into a small smirk. one that makes you want to wipe it clean from his face “just wanted to kill some time.”
there’s a lot left unanswered, but you’ll settle with that for now.
a handful of the drive is spent in a deafening silence. bakugou’s focusing on driving, meanwhile you’re focusing on keeping your eyes peeled right open. not wanting to sleep in bakugou’s car, out of all places.
your attention is brought back, when bakugou drives into the forest, he parks the car near a cliff-like place. you can’t exactly tell— it’s quite dark. even with that knowledge, or lack thereof it’s nowhere near dangerous territory. rather, it’s a pretty outlook of the city lights.
it’s a place someone would take their lover to, definitely.
the two of you sit in silence (again) and there’s a part of you that just doesn’t want to ask, or pry on why he took you— out of all people, here.
but you do anyway. “mind telling me why you woke me up, and took me over here?”
he knows what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t feel like talking about it right now— the elephant in the room, the unwritten/spoken topic at hand.
—it’s been a while since i’ve have even heard from you.—
is what he wants to say, but it comes out slightly more altered. “i haven’t heard from your ass in forever.”
— and i should tell you to leave ‘cause i, know exactly where it leads ‘cause i, watch it go round and round each time —
you simply shrug. you speak with your tone hushed “yeah. i wonder why.”
“damn, baku!” you hear kaminari whistle “look at you! what’s with the attire?”
despite all the hatred you claim to have with bakugou, you can’t deny the fact that seeing him in a white t-shirt is new, almost refreshing. it’s earlier that day, if you were any drowsier that morning, you would’ve collapsed down the stairs in shock— probably giving you a concussion.
“oh, so i can’t wear my fucking shirts?” while the blond smoothes a wrinkle that bothered him a bit too much, bakugou rolls his eyes. specifically at the fuss kaminari’s making over his shirt.
kirishima shakes his head “it’s not that you can’t but— we never, ever see you wearing a white t-shirt.”
he only clicks his tongue in reply, and you finally tear your eyes away. even though you did steer your eyes away from him, you can still hear their conversation.
“this is for kohana-san, isn’t it? she does babble a lot about you wearing a white shirt.” it’s the first time you’ve heard her name, and you’re unsure if you’ll remember it. not that it really matters. “you gonna take her out for something special, aren’t you?”
— you got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt. —
you don’t mean to eavesdrop, honest. so you choose to engage with your other classmates— friends.
“what do you think about bakugou’s shirt?” mina asks, and you don’t know if it’s solely for gossip, or if it’s because she knows you don’t actually ‘hate’ bakugou as much as you claimed.
“it’s refreshing, don’t you think? it kinda matches with his hair!” hagakure comments, and jirou winces slightly, “i don’t think his hair changed a lot, it’s just kinda longer.”
and she’s right, but it does make a difference. “it looks tacky, almost clowny.” you comment, and your friends snicker in reply— they knew you were going to say that.
but on the contrary, you didn’t mean a single syllable of that.
“hm, i see why you’d think that. we only ever see him wearing black shirts. so it’s a given that we aren’t used to his attire.” yaoyorozu comments, before she shifts her attention onto a different topic— one that’s not talking about bakugou’s clothes.
your eyes momentarily shift back to bakugou’s circle, the explosive quirk user’s currently de-attached from whatever’s being discussed to him, but you freeze— noticing his intense carmine stare.
“haven’f you had enough of the outside world?” you speak after an eternity, despite 15 minutes only passing. “drive me back.”
you wouldn’t have been so adamant to the idea of being brought out here, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s taken, and that you hate his guts, for some reason or another.
“didn’t peg you as a nature hater,” bakugou comments, “you didn’t even give me a chance to talk.”
“i gave you like, 15 minutes!” you argue, but he successfully silences you when he inches closer— allowing you to take a look at his ruby irises.
— you got that james dean daydream look in your eye —
“i mean, in general.” you don’t know what kind of glint is in his stare right now, but it’s intense. you’d be an awful liar, if you said his stare didn’t captivate you. he continues, “avoiding me like the plague. am i that unbearable?”
“and what if i said yes? actually— why does it even matter? hasn’t it always been that way?”
your tone makes bakugou let out a harsh exhale. he quickly reaches over you to buckle your seatbelt— before swiftly moving back to the steering wheel. “so that got you to take me home?”
“we’re not done yet.” he states, as he precisely moves his car backward— not wanting to drive his car over the edge.
you avert your gaze. you want to be the better one, and maintain eye contact as an act of power. as if you were unbothered. but you can curse him and his sharp eyes.
but you can still feel his eyes on you, like you were the only person left on earth.
— so it goes, he can’t keep his eyes on the wild road —
he really can’t, and it’s driving you nuts. at this rate, you guys were going to crash. “okay, i change my mind, pull over! you’re gonna kill us both at this rate.”
and he obliges, pulling over— on the side of the pathway. he clicks his tongue, similarly to what he did in the morning, and bakugou shrugs his jacket off.
so you were going to talk about it. “i’ve heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”
the topic causes him to look back at you, eyes narrowed into slits— and he moves a bit closer to listen to what you have to say. bakugou can’t figure it out but your tone sounds,, different. there’s a chance it might be his imagination though.
“kohana.. koharu.. ko-something. her name was something like that, yeah.”
to him, her name was like nails on a chalkboard. constantly reminding him of endless conversations about irrelevant topics, the shrill of her voice when she latches onto his arm with a death grip. it doesn’t sound any kinder than his experiences with you.
he says, “what you’ve heard is true but i,” bakugou moves even closer, almost caging you in with his arm
— i can’t stop thinking about you —
is what he wants to say, but it obviously comes out filtered differently. “i— maya / Y/N, you’re always on my fucking mind. it’s driving me nuts.”
you grin, harshly tug him closer as a retort— feigning annoyance to the best of your abilities. you do seem to get a kick out of bakugou telling you the truth.
— i’ve been there too a few times. —
and similar to him, your version of those words come out differently. “same. it’s a pain, don’t you agree?”
he grins, nearly cocky, “why don’t you fix it?”
with that, both of your lips crash together— the impact exceeding your expectations. it feels like a million firecrackers are setting off in your heart, which is fitting with his quirk. his lips fit with yours like they were just meant to be there.
— and when we go crashing down, we come back each every time —
you pull back, and you stare at him. the apples of your cheeks are heated, and the man in front of you is responsible. “you’re so stupid.” he teases, flicking your forehead.
you glare at him, but you’re unable to resist a lovestruck smile— nor can you get mad at him. “i think you’re the stupid one. first of all, you drove me all the way over HERE, instead of telling me what you needed to say like from the getgo. i mean, good grief! i thought i was gonna get murdered out here!”
bakugou listens to you rant, and he can’t seem to conceal his amusement, “i mean— why were you even with her? oh my GOD, does that make me a homewrecker?”
“you’re worried about the wrong thing.” he states, “did you like the shirt?”
— ‘cause we never go out of style —
“why would the shirt matter?”
“because i wore it for you.”
“of course i fucking did! now answer my question,” and you would’ve punched the grin off his face, if it weren’t for the fact that you just kissed him.
“tch. i knew you had this shitty act on. you’re not fooling me.” he rolls his eyes, and his hands move back to the steering wheel.
“we’ll talk about it later.” he looks over at you one last time, tracing a thumb over your temples. “i broke up with her hours ago. now stop worrying about it.”
silence, momentarily. “you did what?”
— we never go out of style —
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