Samm1e13 - Sam/James

can I req a fic with sae, and the reader and rin are friends, and sae doesnt like it and he’s just really mean to the reader even though she didn’t nothing, and rin goes out and sae forces her into his room n then u can do wtv u want >_<

.ᐟ wrong kind of attention

.ᐟ cw: smut mdni, mean!sae, best friend's brother, degrading kinda

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 (𝑜ℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ) - 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑒 𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You were one of rin’s closest friend. Maybe his only friend but that didn’t matter.

You were at his house at the moment, wearing his jersey because your shirt got wet due to the rain when you and rin were running back home from uni.

What was weird was that rin’s brother was home and he kept giving you these dirty looks. Did he not like you being here? You tried staying away from him, not wanting to get caught up in anything.

“Hey yn, I have some errands to run. I’ll be right back” rin stepped in to tell you. You smiled, waving at him as he left. You were sitting on the couch in front of their abnormally large tv not knowing what to do.

You made your way upstairs, wanting to go into rin’s room to relax but you came face to face with an unwanted presence.

Sae. you looked up at him, expression unreadable, jaw clenched and arms crossed over his chest like he hated you for breathing.

“Why are you here? Rin’s not home” his voice flat and monotonous

You quirked an eyebrow, taking a step back to maintain distance.

“Sorry.. Could you move, please” you said quietly, not wanting to get into it with sae itoshi.

He grabbed your wrist pushing you inside rin’s bedroom. You nearly tripped over your own feet but you grabbed on to the bed before you could fall.

You glared up at sae, whose eyes were dissecting every inch of you, judging you like you’re nothing.

“Why does it matter. I’m not bothering you”

“You are” he stepped closer “your presence alone ticks me off” he hooked a finger under your chin making you look up.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You’d never done anything to him—always polite, always quiet, always careful not to cross whatever invisible line he had drawn in this apartment. And still, every time, Sae looked at you like you were some stain he couldn’t scrub out.

“Rin likes me being here,” you said, softer this time.

Sae’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’ve noticed.”

The pads of his fingers came in contact with your chest, pushing you down onto the bed.

“Sae, what’re you doing”

“Trying to find out what rin sees in you” his eyes flickered down to your exposed thigh. Your uniform skirt riding up, exposing the soft skin.

“You’re a dick”

“You haven’t left, yet” was he referring to you leaving the room or the house? Before you knew it, he was leaning down, pressing his lips onto yours.

You should’ve left by now, god, why haven’t you left. Instead, you tilted your head back, giving him better access to your lips. His lips moved against your, they were soft, he tasted like mint. He pulled away, grinning at your dazed expression.

“You like him don’t you?”

“N-no!” what the hell was he on about.

“I see the way you look at him. But don’t worry, i’ll change that” what now?

He straightened his back, unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widened looking at him.

He pulled his hard cock out from his boxers, bringing it close to your face.

“I’m not forcing you to stay here, you could leave” he said, you stared up at him through your lashes, letting his precum drip onto your lips. The salty flavour spreads through your mouth. You leaned up, parting your lips, sticking your tongue out, mouth coming in contact with sae’s sensitive tip.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking him.

“There we go, good” his words went straight to your core, making you press your thighs together. His free hand fisted your hair pushing you all the way down. He groaned at his cock hit the back of your throat.

You clung onto him as he thrusted himself into your mouth at a brutal pace, not leaving any room for oxygen.

Your cries came out muffled, sending the vibrations straight to his dick. Before you knew it, he was filling your mouth up with that salty liquid.

You had held his cum in your mouth, some dripping down your chin and onto your thighs.

“Swallow” he demanded, swiping the cum from your thighs and lips with his middle finger. You painfully swallowed, parting your lips to clean off his finger that he brought up to your mouth.

He leaned down, inspecting your face. You thought he was going to kiss you so you leaned up only for him to push you down onto the bed.

“As if i’d kiss you after you took my dick in your mouth” he scoffed, turning to walk out the door, he stopped right before turning the handle.

“You’re not all that bad.. With your mouth shut” he gave you a cruel smirk before walking out.

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A/n: im so sorry, this is complete ass. i just found out i have to move out in like 3 months and i'm lwk so stressed. but i promised to answer reqs. so here it is. hopefully it's enough enough. i feel a writer's block coming but i'm trying to push thro, lets see.

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EEPIC I SEE EPIC OH MY GOD EPIC THE MUSICAL AJNFOASFMPKASFPAKMPD

ANSIFBDJ NO STOP CAUSE I WAS HOPING SOMEBODY BESIDE KENZIE WOULD NOTICE AHH

also i’m pretty sure i follow your @https-bakugo blog (i mayhaps stalked it after seeing you on rue’s page)

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 1

It wasn’t uncommon for you to not pay attention to your surroundings, especially when it came to crowed surroundings. You often got lost in the vibrations the rippled across the floor and climbed up to your ankles as what ever song boomed from the stage that you purposely stayed far away from. Crowds weren’t your thing, but they were certainly called to your friend who always seemed to rope you into coming to things like this. If Mina knew a lot of people would be some where, best believe she planned to be there first.

Your phone is set to silent and slid into your back pocket just as your finger pressed send on your last message to the ass hole you’d just met this morning. If his sheer disinterest and lack of human decency wasn’t enough to scrunch your nose in disgust, his teasing messages about paying attention to ‘the set’ surely were able to send a crippling anxiety up your spine. You knew from the moment you met him you didn’t like him one bit- and judging by the cocky glint in his eyes that were set on you as you look up to the stage, you knew you never would.

“I’m going to get some air.” You call to Mina, who was swaying to the music that had yet to start playing. “It’s getting stuffy in here.”

“What!? Jiros about to start playing.” You recognized the high pitched whine in her voice and recoiled as her hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you planted as you desperately wished to run. “They’re only playing 3 songs, we’ll head out after! She said she’d meet us in the side alley anyway! You’ll get your air later.”

You knew that even if you wanted to (which you did) Mina wouldn’t let you miss your friend’s debut as the new lead guitarist. You just couldn’t shake the burning feeling of disbelief and anger as your eyes scan the stage, locking Eyes briefly the the drummer. You felt guilty for wanting to ditch Jiros performance but after the very short interaction and the texts from the man still watching you- you wished you could.

-

Thirty minutes pass painfully slow, every song was followed with a talking segment that lasted far too long and every song seemed to play in for hours opposed to the few short minutes they actually echoed around you. On top of your clear distaste for one of the members onstage- the crowed had begun to go wild with every passing second. You’d been bumped, elbowed and stepped on more times than you could count before Mina excitedly pulled you away from the crowed and into the ally to meet Jiro.

“Babe what gives!?” She all but shrieks as the cold wind brushes over your warm skin. “She was killin it up there and you didn’t even bib your head!”

“Sorry Mina, I just-.” You pause, unsure of what exactly you should tell her. It wasn’t fair to Jiro that a man you met a single time could ruin your night and take away any effort you had to support her. “The drummer is a dick and I didn’t know he’d be here. It just put me in a sour mood to see him up there with our girl.”

“You know Bakugou?” She asks in bewilderment, her eyes glued to the door that opens beside where the two of you stood. “Well come back to this- Jiro!! You rocked!”

Jiro was the first of four people to join you in the ally, her smile the brightest you’ve ever seen, making your guilt grow further. You really should have ignored your personal feelings and supported her the way she deserved. She was glowing, and pulling Mina into and offering you a happy wave.

“Not a fan of our music?” The gravely voice you’d heard speak a single sentence laughs from beside you. With Mina gushing to the only other person you knew here, you had no choice but to turn to face him. “I thought we did pretty good up there, so why were you scowling?”

Your breath hitches as your head turns, he was far too close for comfort and it offered you the perfect view of his very sweaty tshirt that held his crossed arms. You can’t help but take a step back, moving your eyes from his chest to meet his eyes quickly. Just like before, he seemed absolutely uninterested in your presence dispute is attempt at getting a rise out of you.

“Because your presence makes me sick.” The shaky undertone of your voice was evident, and it made his smirk grow even further. “You’re an ass, and frankly if I knew you’d be here I’d have stayed home.”

“A nameless face in the crowd wouldn’t be missed anyway, extra.” His voice was wrapped dangerously with arrogance driven venom, and it made your neck burn to hold eye contact. “The nerd sent me the money you owed me.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Finally, you find the courage to cross your own arms and glare at him. “You didn’t deserve a single penny.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for replacing the shit your dumb ass damaged?” The wind blows around you, picking up scattered pieces of trash as he waits for an answer he knew he wasn’t getting. “Curious why he paid your debt though, the guy can’t pull so I know you aren’t dating the guy.”

“For your information jackass, he has a girlfriend and has for a while.” If there’s one thing you’d put your sudden nerves away for, it would be to defend someone as kind and sweet as your neighbor. “He paid for it so I wouldn’t tell my dad what you do for a living. Again- you’re welcome.”

The others have begun to make their way toward the two of you, happy smiles and upbeat conversation traveling between them as your hate filled conversation with their friend remains obvious to them. You weren’t sure if he’d told any of his band mates how he knew you or why you’d been staring holes into his head during the performance, but you were sure none of them were aware of your fathers career or how easily you could ruin the cocky blondes beside you.

“The hell would I care what your dad thinks?” It’s sad to admit but you enjoy the fact that he’s unaware of how easily you could get him in legal trouble. You have half a mind to tell him, but he opens his mouth before you can. “You aren’t the only person who knows a police officer.”

“How-?” Your friends look between you, worried and confused glances shared between you and Bakugou as your mouth hangs open. Did Izuku tell him? “Did-?”

“Don’t think that you could ever put me in a position to ask you for a favor, including keeping your mouth shut.”

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This Katsuki AU

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Me seeing a white haired male character anywhere:

NEW OFFICIAL BNHA ART JS DROPPED 🗣‼️❗️

I'M SILENCED THEY LOOK SO GOOD

was thinking about aot, mha, and jjk and all the angst in the shows and the characters who’ve died and came up with this angst drabble. i apologize in advance. (could also apply to characters from other shows.) (was thinking a bit about jason todd here and some mcu characters.)

cw; angst but not too bad, allusions to character death (thinking about writing a whole fic on this, might turn it into a story don’t know what character i’d pick though.)

as usual please don’t use, copy, or steal my works. thank you and enjoy 😊

in the dark of the night, when the people sleep and the city is quiet, on a rooftop under the clear sky, two figures sit and watch the stars.

“do you ever think about redoing it all?” a whispered voice carries in the wind, a chill running through his veins.

there’s a soft humming sound that filters in the air, an acknowledgment of the question and a que to continue.

“if you had the chance to go back and do it again, would you? would you change anything?”

his head tilts as he processes your words. the stars blink at him in anticipation, silently awaiting his answer.

“i don’t know.”

his voice is meager, afraid to speak any louder and scare you away again.

“do you?”

such a simple question yet the answer is anything but.

he draws in a breath at your silence.

“i think i would change one thing.”

a pause, he turns to look at you.

“i’d fighter harder not to lose you.”

he smiles softly and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. you continue to stare at the sky, afraid it’ll all disappear if you move.

“y/n… you lose me no matter what you do.”

you sigh and his touch is gone just as quickly as you felt it.

glancing to where he sits, you choke back a sob, he’s already fading as the light from the sun starts to rise.

“i know.” you feel like you can’t breathe as the words force their way past your lips.

he smiles. it’s broken.

“i’m sorry.” your heartbreaks as he speaks, you’re starting to forget what he sounds like, it’s been so long.

“i love you.” you reach for him, hoping, no praying, that you can touch him, feel him one last time before he slips from your grasp again.

“i know.” he never says it back and you know it’s because you never confessed when he was alive so you can’t imagine what the words would sound like on his lips.

not even your dreams can bring you solace as you watch him fade completely, your body jolting upright in the sweat soaked bed you lay.

the tears are steadily streaming down your face and you do nothing to stop them as the sun crests over the horizon and the light sneaks into your room.

“why’d you have to go?”

there’s no answer, there’s never been one and you doubt you’ll get one in this lifetime.

♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ iii. practice session v. tbd

iv. showtime (𝄞) m.list

the bar was packed. compared to your first day of work there, the amount of people crammed into the dim lit space had basically tripled. even though, the band wouldn't go on for a couple hours, the place was already bustling with excitement. rumi, whose shift had begun an hour prior to yours, was already running around passing out drinks and taking orders, while keigo had taken to bartending for tonight. he spotted you and took his hand off the tab he was pulling beer from to wave you over. hesitantly you pushed through the crowds and made your way behind the bar. 

"don't you clean up nice, ace."

he lazily slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into a quick side hug. you weren't bothered by the physical contact, keigo had already seemed like the touchy type on your first day. not in a bad way, though. he was just very extroverted. you were actually more put off by the nickname.

"ace?" you looked back at him – an eyebrow raised and your head tilted to the side. he laughed, finishing up the beer and setting it down for one of the patrons at the bar. when he turned back to you, his laugh had turned into a cheeky grin. before keigo could offer up his reason for the nickname, rumi jumped in.

"he gives all staff nicknames, it's a whole thing." you hadn't even seen, when she had rejoined you, but she was on her way back on the floor with a full try, just as quickly. "be glad, that yours isn't bird themed."

rumi left without another word and you turned back to keigo. "you seriously give everyone a nickname?" he shrugged, grabbing the ticket one of the servers had just put in. "yep." he grabbed a bottle of tito's from the shelf and poured it over a glass of ice. "it's more fun that way." that seemed to be the extent of his answer, before he added one more thing. "everyone, except rumi that is." 

you watched her weave through the masses, confidently carrying the tray to her tables. on your first day, you had been a little intimidated by her. she was taller than you, by quite a margin. you were pretty sure, that she at least matched keigo in terms of height. that was only half of it, though. not only did she exude a confidence, you could only hope to ever match in your dreams, but she was ripped. like really fucking ripped. she had worn a compression shirt the other day, that had shown off every single rippling muscle in her upper body. and again today, in a loser shirt, you could spot the way her bicep and forearm tensed under the drink tray, with every little movement.

"why?" you asked; your eyes still following the woman's movements. keigo stood next to you, his eyes following where you were looking. "let's just say, i can still feel the bruise from the day i tried." a snort escaped you, involuntarily. mocking your boss on your second day of work had not exactly been on your to-do-list for today, but keigo didn't seem to mind. he just accepted your reaction and flashed you another cheeky smile.

"by the way, if you do mind the nickname, let me know." 

"i don't."

he nodded before turning to the side to hand a young woman her vodka cranberry. with a wink and an almost unnoticeable flash of his tongue between his teeth, he wished her a fun night. you felt even more affirmed in your assumption, that he just flirted with everyone under the sun. you hushed to the back of house and tied the black apron around your waist. rumi had been sweet enough to already put in a little notepad and pen for you, so that you could quickly get back onto the floor and start taking orders. when you got back behind the bar, rumi quickly went over your section with you. she also told you that keigo would let you both take a break during the band's set, so you could enjoy it outside of working. 

for the next two hours, the two of you took care of your tables, but whenever you passed each other, you couldn't resist quipping about customers being idiots or just throwing each other air kisses. you had worked in customer service before, though by now, that had been almost half a year ago, but you had never had an infant connection with any coworker the way you had wit rumi. it was only your second day of working together, but the way your shared laughters echoed over the loud atmosphere of the black wing, most customers would probably assume, that you had known each other all your lives. there was something refreshing about being around her and keigo. even though, all three of you were working, you felt an ease that was more akin to a hangout between friends. having pretty much only tomura to talk to – and your mother, though that was an entirely different thing – had taken more of a toll on you, than you would have liked to admit. 

"you, all right, ace?"

keigo playfully flicked your forehead with his pointer. ripped from your thoughts, your hand moved to the point of impact. he hadn't flicked hard enough for it to hurt, but you still looked up at him. he watched your brows furrow and your lips purse, clearly amused by your expression.

"what was that for?" you crossed your arms in front of your chest, tilting your head upwards to look at him even closer. his grin didn't falter for one second. "you were spacing out."

"oh shit, i'm sorry." your eyes suddenly found the ground below you much more interesting than keigo's face. he just laughed. if you hand't felt like he had just caught you red-handed, you would have been offended. "don't worry. you're not in trouble." you could hear in his voice, that he was suppressing yet another laugh. "just worried about ya, ace."

you blinked a few times unsure of what to make of him seeming so genuine, but went back to work pretty quickly. he kept his eyes on you for a bit, as if to wait for your response. after a few seconds you just shrugged it off with a perfectly practiced 'it's fine, just a bit nervous'. he figured you had meant the concert and the crowd that had come along with it. considering it was your second shift, it made sense, that you would be nervous. you didn't feel the need to elaborate and he left you to serving drinks.

the bar got very crowded, very quickly. compared to just a few hours ago, when you thought, that it had already been full, it was now packed. you were aware that lov had amassed quite the following online, which was in big parts thanks to tomura's already huge twitch following. but you would have never guessed, that so many people would squeeze into the bar to see them play live. you overheard conversations here and there, as you made your way back from the floor to rumi. most were talking about how excited they were. some spoke about how well they liked the new ep; others of course discussed how much better or worse it held up compared to their older music. here and there you even heard comments that went something like 'oh my god, dabi is so hot! i can't wait to see him play!' or 'i hope tomura notices me, i would literally die if he looked at me!' you snorted out a quiet laugh, as rumi leaned on the alcohol shelf behind you two. her eyes followed yours, watching the group of girls that was sipping for your brother and his fellow bandmate. 

"looks like they're going on." she nodded toward the stage that was being lit by a singular spotlight.

keigo stood at the center of it, tapping lightly on the microphone in front of him. the shrill of the feedback, made you wince. keigo had noticed a couple people being put off by it and tried covering it up with an awkward laugh.

"give it up for lov!" he hadn't even finished the announcement before loud cheers already drowned out the sound of his voice. "performing their new ep 'disintegrate' for the very first time tonight!"

you doubted that anybody had been paying attention to keigo's words. right as he had finished up his introduction, the first of the band members had stepped on stage. lazily spinning his drumsticks in his hands, spinner passed keigo with a quick nod and took his spot behind the drums. he was followed by himiko skipping over to the right, where he keyboard was. even from as far away as you stood, you could see that it was plastered full with various stickers. from the moment himiko walked onto the stage, you could hear the clicking of a camera shudder and see multiple consecutive flashes coming from the crowd. ochaco was true to her word – taking pictures almost entirely exclusively of himiko. though to be fair, you would most likely do the same, if only to piss of tomura. speaking of, him and dabi came onto the stage last. both taking their place at the center, though dabi was a bit further to the left. they both slung their instruments over their shoulders, fine-tuning them before beginning to prepare for the first song of the set. you could barely hear them introduce themselves or their first song over the loud cheers that blared through the crowd. by the time the cheers and screams had died down a bit, they had played halfway through the first chorus and keigo had slipped back behind the bar.

"feel free to go up front, by the way." he pulled out a bottle of whiskey behind rumi and poured himself a glass. "talked to the owner and he said it's fine." he winked at the two of you earning himself a death glare from rumi and a deadpan expression from you. the feigned annoyance at your boss was short-lived, especially when rumi grabbed your wrist to pull the two of you through the crowd. you were sure, that she was going to get pushed back or at the very least get some nasty insults thrown at her, but most people you two passed were simply too intimidated by the woman to say a thing. that didn't save you from the salty looks cast your way. and yet, by the time they had finished the first song, you were at the very front, basically right in front of where dabi had positioned himself. when he noticed you standing in the front row, staring up at him, he threw you a cheeky smile. much to the dismay of tomura, he even added a little bass riff at the end of the song, finishing it off with a wink in your general direction. which of course, about ten other fans that stood around you two, decided, had been thrown at them. you were pretty sure, yourself, that he hadn't meant it for you specifically. rumi would have disagreed, if you had asked for her opinion, that is.

it felt like they were blasting through their songs. half an hour passed you by in a blink and suddenly they were halfway through with their set. you and rumi had gone back to the bar under the guise of at least working a little bit. (you were both standing on the bar counter dancing.) keigo had yet to complain, so you were just enjoying the moment for now. you didn't take note of the bright blue eyes trained on you, watching your every move. he hadn't even really wanted to, but he had glanced in your general direction and just noticed, that you looked like you were having the most fun out of everyone in this room. something about the way you just ignored everything around you and completely lost yourself, to the point that he was almost scared, that you would fall off the counter, kept drawing him in, even as he tore his eyes away from you to engage with the remaining crowd. 

when the band got to their last few songs, rumi and you were sitting on the counter, exhausted from dancing. the two of you were laughing so hard, that you both struggled to catch your breath, which in turn only lead to the two of you laughing even harder. sitting on the counter had gotten you a couple of reprimanding looks from keigo, but he was glad, still, that the two of you were having fun. he stood behind the bar, leaning forward so he could easily turn his head sideways to look up at the two of you. the three of you remained like this for the rest of the show, with only keigo moving every once in a while, when someone ordered another drink. every now and again he would sigh.

"if only i had staff, i paid to make drinks." he still ended up pouring all the drinks himself, even shooing you away, when you had wanted to help him.

lov had just finished the final song of their encore, leaving the stage after bowing, even though the entire crowd was screaming for them to get back out. himiko was the only one who peeked her head out from back stage one last time. though only to throw up a piece sign and stick her tongue out for ochaco to take a picture. rumi and you were forced to go back to work pretty quickly after, when the crowd stormed the bar, obviously needing their post-concert refreshment. you fell back into the same rhythm from before, chitchatting with the two of them and bickering back and forth while swiftly finishing up all the orders. 

rumi had left about two hours before the bar officially closed. technically, keigo had offered to send you home early as well, but you had just figured you would stick around and have tomura drive the two of you home. reluctantly he had accepted and let you help him out with closing. the bar was closed officially, but keigo had let the band stick around in the basement to come down from the show and have a little celebratory jam session. 

you had no idea how it had happened, really, but out of nowhere ochaco and himiko had popped up in front of the bar counter. with the latter grabbing ur wrist and dragging you along with them to the basement. the room was very small and crammed to the brim with music equipment, a battered, old couch and a little pile of what you assumed to be jackets, pants and whatever else musicians apparently needed to change on a whim. spinner had claimed the couch for himself using his drumsticks to keep a haphazard beat. tomura was sitting to his right on the floor, his trusty electric guitar was plugged in, but he wasn't playing any of their songs just jamming to the rhythm his drummer was giving him. on spinner's right was dabi, who joined in here and there with a little bass riff, to harmonise with tomura. you were in awe that he could play laying on the floor with his legs up leaning on the basement wall. the three almost hadn't heard you come in, too focused on their fun little experiment. when ochaco let the door fall shut behind her, they all looked up. 

"hey guys." spinner was the first to lift himself up and walk over to you with a welcoming smile on his face. "how'd you like it?" he was asking both you and ochaco, but it was clear that he meant pretty much only you. "i loved it." you replied immediately, recounting how amazed you had been by the variety of the songs they had played. 

"we could tell." dabi piped in. he was grinning, too, but something about his expression seemed a lot more mischievous than spinner's. "you know, 'm surprised keigs let you guys dance up there." he chuckled. his eyes almost unnoticeable trailed up and down your body. the glance was fast enough for you to figure, that you had imagined it. 

you grinned. "pretty sure, rumi would have done it regardless." "touché."

dabi looked at you one last time before turning back to his bandmates. "going for a smoke. anybody wanna join?" his eyes trailed the room, waiting for anybody to pipe up. they seemed to hang on you a little longer, than anybody else. you thought for a second. after having been stuck in the stuffy bar for hours, maybe a bit of fresh air would do you good. "i'll go." you finally said.

he nodded before leading the way to the backdoor that led to the back alley behind the bar. keigo had shown it to you once, since that was where all trash had to be disposed of at the end of the night, but he had also said, that he would never let anybody go there on his own. especially not at night. you understood why. it was a barely lit, narrow little alley; away from any type of busy street. especially at night, this alley was entirely deserted. dabi stood next to you, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his jeans' pocket. he tilted the packet toward you, waiting for you to take one. his brows knit together, when you didn't. 

"just needed some air." "ah." he nodded placing the cigarette between his lips. 

from his other jeans' pocket he pulled out a dark purple zippo lighter with some kind of stitch design on it. he flipped it open, watching as a tiny blue flame emerged. your eyes widened. you had never seen a lighter with a purely blue flame before. "cool, huh?" he grinned, bringing the flame close to his face to light the cigarette. 

he took a long drag, purposefully blowing the smoke away from your face. you appreciated it, but you wouldn't have minded it either way. home had always smelled like smoke and nobody had bothered turning away from you, then. after one, two, three more drags he held the cigarette out for you to take. you hesitated. you hadn't smoked before and to be honest, you were a bit worried, that you would embarrass yourself with a coughing fit. you doubted that you could take the embarrassment, especially coupled with the smirk that you knew would be etched onto dabi's face. "no, thanks." you smiled. "no worries."

he continued to smoke. 

"did you wanna cash in, what you were promised?"

"huh?" 

he couldn't help but chuckle at the utter confusion displayed on your face. he crossed his bare, heavily tattooed arms in front of his chest. you didn't like the mischievous glint in the far right corner of his mouth. even only knowing him for as short as you did, you know that couldn't mean anything good.

"i mean, you were promised a kiss with the show." he shrugged.

the words had left his lips so nonchalantly, as if he had just told you how the weather was. he did however find your reaction hilarious. the way your eyes had widened, when your brain had put together what his words meant and how you had to physically stop your mouth from gaping open in utter shock. he couldn't stop grinning at how genuinely shocked you were.

"oh fuck off." 

you tried your best to sound as deadpan, as you could, but you couldn't stop the grin from poking out through your sorry attempt at a blank expression. curse dabi and his damn infectious smile, you thought. he just laughed. he had obviously not meant anything by it, but he might have entertained the possibility of you actually agreeing, even if only for a split second. 

"but seriously, you guys were amazing." 

you beamed, recounting how awesome the experience had been. there was something about the real and raw excitement you showcased, that endeared him. you had such a genuinely kind way of speaking, when you talked about how great they had performed the songs and how you had enjoyed all the ad-libs dabi and tomura had bounced off of each other. you were soft, gentle in a way dabi wasn't familiar to and he felt strangely enveloped by the warmth of your excitement.

"… and that one solo you and tomu did during 'smokescreen' was so cool!" 

"also, you sounded great by the way." your smile was so sweet, it almost ached him to look at you. "i didn't know you sang, too."

he just shrugged. "usually just do backing vocals. i sing main on two songs, though."

you knew which ones he was referring to. one was at least two years old and technically unreleased – you had only heard it, when tomu had played you the demo. and the second was 'blue', which you had noticed, they hadn't performed tonight. then again, a ballad like that probably wasn't suited for a show like that.

"you definitely should sing more." you nudged him lightly. "i mean, if you like to that is."

you backtracked a bit, having realized that might have come off a bit demanding. dabi didn't seem to think so, though.

"well, since you're asking, pretty." 

he emphasized the pet name in a way that mad it clear, that it was meant to tease you a little. you decided to just ignore it. just like you ignored the way dabi's tongue played with the inside of his mouth before his face fell back into his usual cheeky grin. 

he was just about to say something else, when a vibration came from the pocket of his jeans. he pulled out his phone and immediately his face went blank. for a split second there was something unreadable in his eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had shown up. his face was now stone cold. none of the playfulness from before was visible. the blue of his eyes, though still bright, was now ice cold as he stared at her.

"i gotta go." his voice was equally as cold. 

before you could ask any type of question, he had already disappeared into the dark streets.

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oh sorry did i shoot you 47 times in chest /silly

more like 57 wtf how could you do such a thing?? 😩😩

I need someone to bother about the cat Touya images I found on Pinterest

He’s saying ‘nice to meet you…nyandeavor’ NYANDEAVOR. I’m cryingg he’s so skrunkly idk who the artist is tho

NYANDEAVOR that's so cute!! i love all his little cat piercings hehe

also went full investigator mode and it's by this pixiv member

i think they deleted it tho :/

Singer Shigaraki / (t.shigaraki x GN! Reader) (Headcannons)

♡ cw / tw : -

Singer Shigaraki who writes most of the songs his band plays. 

Singer Shigaraki who found it inevitable that he would end up writing most of the songs about you.

Singer Shigaraki who will ask for help writing lryics, a one over is always good from a partially biased opinion.

Singer Shigaraki who asks for a kiss before every single fucking performance 'for good luck'.

Singer Shigaraki who will let you do his makeup before a show and wear it during the whole thing - even if it may not be as good as the kind his makeup artist does.

Singer Shigaraki who will preface before every show - that every single love song is about you.

Singer Shigaraki who invites you to practise with the rest of the band.

Singer Shigaraki who doesn't like how touchy Bassist Touya is getting with you.

Singer Shigaraki who tugs you close and has you sit down next to him as he practises.

Singer Shigaraki who shows you off to the rest of the band with a smug looking smirk.

Singer Shigaraki who soaks up any and all praise that you give him. It's an ego boost! Can you really blame him?

Singer Shigaraki who will stand in front of your window and actually serenade you because Toga dared him to.

Singer Shigaraki who sits on the couch with you as you scroll through TikToks about him and his band.

Singer Shigaraki who laughs with you when he hears one of his fans scream, "Let me be the mic Shigaraki!! Please!" In an edit about him.

Singer Shigaraki who calls you his muse with a smile on his face.

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