'Hear Me Out'

'Hear Me Out'

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​(You have a crush on the Prowler...Miles finds you interesting, you have an awkward run-in with Prowler)

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​In the cafeteria

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​"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'.

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​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".

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​I did not come around.

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​"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.

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​"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.

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​"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'.

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​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.

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​My apartments way bigger than it should be, figures, giving my family.

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​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.

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​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.

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​I just had Spanish and English today so I finished at 9:46, and decided to sit by the window with a book.

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​Crrk~!

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​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.

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​"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).

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​"No shit, nina/nino"

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(This might actually become a Fic)

Part two is almost finished

Writers block is annoying and i need requests

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Bee

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*

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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