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#& singer!midoriya who just wants to be happy and make other happy. he doesn't care about money and simply wants to perform
dynyamight · 3 years
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Ok, something just popped into my head.
MHA band au, with Deku as lead singer, Bakugo on the electric guitar, Mina on drums, and Tsu playing an electric keyboard, performing 'You Give Love a Bad Name' by Bon Jovi
ooooo, an interesting band group, anon!! i love it
Chugging down his water bottle, Midoriya smiles against the lid, allowing himself to catch his breath and bathe in his confidence.
Their gig back at the local bar is approaching, but the entire band has been practicing every chance they could get. And, instead of his usual nerves, flooding him with doubt, Midoriya was feeling absolutely ready for their performance.
Bon Jovi. Not a common artist to cover. But, his songs are a collective favorite among the group, leaving every member happy and satisfied.
And, it’s evident in the energy that flowed in between them, during practice. Midoriya had sung possibly his best tonight, as he had been completely absorbed by the music his band members helped to create. So effortlessly. Filled with contagious energy.
The cool water calms his rapid heart, thrumming in his chest excitedly. The gig starts up on Saturday, but he wants to already perform in front of the crowd. Now.
Unfortunately, a hard smack on his back causes him to spit it all out.
Some of the water had gone down the wrong pipe. Coughing, Midoriya squeezes his eyes, slamming a hard fist to his chest. The bottle in his hands, gone.
“You never fail to blow me away!” Ashido giggles aloud, behind him, “Who ever would have thought your voice could ever go that high! Surely, not me! And, I hear you sing every day.”
“M-Mina, be careful.” Tsuyu croaks weakly. When Midoriya opens his eyes, albeit watery, he sees Tsuyu approaching him. She puts her hands on his shoulders. “Are you okay, Izu-chan?”
Midoriya isn't. This throat is itching for another cough. But, instead, he smiles. “Y-Yeah, I’m good.” He admits.
Well, he tries to admit. Not even a second after, Midoriya has to pull away, coughing into his elbow. His throat was burning, aching to be cleared.
He feels a water bottle shoved into his hand. “Drink.”
Without thinking, Midoriya brings the bottle to his lips, graciously uncapped. He drinks it, washing and alleviating the bothersome sensation away. He allows his vision to cloud, instead focusing on the relief.
“Bakugou to the rescue!” Ashido cheers. “Hurray, Hurray!”
“Shut it. You could’ve ruined his vocals.”
“Aww, but at least you were here to fix that!”
“That’s not the fucking point!”
Bringing down the bottle, Midoriya lifts his gaze over to his bandmates. While Ashido remained beside him, twisting her drumsticks around playfully, both Tsuyu and Bakugou stood in front of her, deadpanned.
“See!” Ashido gestures towards Midoriya, arms spread out. Her drumsticks shake around him. “He’s alive! Totally, and completely ready for Saturday night.”
“Izu-chan needs to rest his voice.” Tsuyu states, bringing her hands up to the jingling drumsticks. She pushes them away from Midoriya. “Something like a coughing fit could have an effect on his voice, with the gig being so close.”
“And, if we get shitted on, it’s your fucking fault!” Bakugou spats, visibly tightening his grip on his guitar. Some of the strings play, echoing from the speakers.
“You two need to chill out.” Ashido laughs, brushing off the concern. She pokes Midoriya on the side, with a stick “He’s still going to make the whole crowd go wild, right?”
Midoriya nods, softly offering her a feeble smile. “Well, I hope so.”
“Oh, I know so.” Ashido confirms outright. She starts walking back to her drumset, picking up her sling bag, off the ground. “Hey, Bakugou. I have my night shift at the gas station tonight. Can I leave my drums-?”
“You already know I’m going to say yes.” Bakugou interrupts, his gaze on readjusting his shoulder strap. “So, why bother asking? It’s annoying.”
“I ask, because it’s courtesy.” Ashido giggles, carrying her bag. She waves them off. “C’mon Tsuyu! Let’s go!”
As she skips out, slipping out under the slightly ajared garage door, Tsuyu hurries back to her keyboard. Clicking some buttons off, she lifts her head up to Bakugou. “Can I-?”
“Just go.” Bakugou waves her off. “It ain’t like I steal shit from you extras.”
Nodding, Tsuyu grabs onto her own bag. “Tomorrow, same time?”
Midoriya nods. “If you guys can, of course.”
“Of course, we can.” Tsuyu smiles, a twinkle in her eyes. “Just say the word, and we’ll find a way.”
Before Midoriya could say any more, a loud honk screams outside, jolting shock to everyone. The honk persists, beeping a few more times, before it quiets finally.
Bakugou growls. “She’s going to have my neighborhood hate me.”
As Tsuyu runs out, ducking under the garage door, Midoriya turns to face Bakugou. He can already feel himself grinning. “I thought you said they already hate you.”
Scoffing, Bakugou walks away, heading over and crouching down to switch off the speaker boxes. It’s audible, by the white noise suddenly cutting out. “Yeah, and they are going to hate me more, after her shit. Hell, might get my parents fucking evicted.”
Midoriya shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. “We could always just find a new place. You and I-”
“If you’re gonna suggest us living together, one more time,” Bakugou starts, back facing Midoriya, “I’m going to slam this guitar in your dumb face.”
Immediately, Midoriya pouts. “Why not? Auntie wants you out of the house, and I want you. It’s an easy trade off.”
There’s a silence between them after that, with only the sounds of clicking and shuffling on Bakugou’s end.
But, thankfully, Bakugou speaks. “..Because, then, we won’t focus on our music.” He mutters, still tinkering with the speakers. He places his guitar on top of the biggest one.
Though, Midoriya has a feeling that he’s just trying to avoid making eye contact. Instead, he walks over to Bakugou, crouching down to his level. “Why wouldn’t we?”
Looking up, Bakugou meets Midoriya’s gaze, stern and firm. Nevertheless, Midoriya watches as those pupils dilate, and the stubborn glare waver.
He inches close, noses brushing. Midoriya leans, hoping to reach.
Bakugou clicks his tongue, shoving him off balance. As Midoriya struggles to stay on his feet, arms flailing, Bakugou stands up. “That’s why we ain’t moving together. Get your head out of the dumb clouds, and focus on the record label.”
Defeated, Midoriya allows himself to fall on the ground, concrete cool against his elbows and jeans. “Just one kiss, Kacchan. That’s all I’m asking here.”
“Yeah, one kiss, and you’ll become fucking obsessed.” Bakugou mocks, “And, right now, the only thing you need to be obsessed about is the band.” He walks over to the wall, clicking on a button.
Automatically, the garage door opens wider, lifting completely. Midoriya watches as the neighborhood becomes more visible, with the street lamps lighting up the dark night.
“You should head out.”
Sighing, Midoriya picks himself up. He brushes off the dust on the back of his jeans, before trudging to the corner of the garage, where he had thrown his backpack earlier. The vibrant yellow, now dusted a bit. But, he doesn’t mind. Midoriya simply slings it over his shoulders.
“Hey, Kacchan.” He offers, right as he’s about to go under the garage door.
Rolling his eyes, Bakugou crosses his arms and stares back, glaring. “What, Deku.”
Midoriya directs a pointer finger at him. “You give love a bad name.”
Blinking for a moment, Bakugou then proceeds to shake his head, groaning. However, Midoriya catches at the upturned lips of a hidden smile.
“You are so annoying." Bakugou mutters, "Is that why we’re fucking playing that song? Because, your dumbass wants to sing about me, of all people?”
“Just admit that you like me already.” Midoriya beckons. He internally cringes at how it almost sounds like he’s begging.
He expects a non answer, or even an insult. But, instead Bakugou shrugs. “What would you even do, if I said yes.”
Midoriya feels his smile grow. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, I promise us a good Saturday gig, and we go on a date together?”
Bakugou shakes his head, shooing him away with a hand. “Sure, whatever. I like you. There. Go away already, before I let this door crush you.”
When Midoriya makes it to his car, parked right outside the Bakugou’s residence, he can’t help but drum his hands happily on the steering wheel. He hopes Saturday night will come faster.
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whimsywit · 3 years
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Hey, it's me again! ^.^ I was wondering if I could order a red velvet truffle this time. As a reminder, here's the info from the previous request (with new info that I forgot to mention on the other one 😅):
I'm a 5'4" tall, straight Virgo girl with brown eyes, glasses (I only need them for distance since my eyes can't focus all too well). My hair color is currently blonde, but I'm dying it platinum blonde (dying it from dark auburn so the color rn is kinda a caramel color). I'm pretty chubby, but I guess not that chubby since I'm not obese but not exactly healthy either....
Let's see... I'm pretty shy at first when meeting knew people, and tend to talk so fast I trip over my words from time to time and get tongue tied (This gets worse around a guy I like and it frustrates me). The more someone gets to know me, the more talkative I become (which doesn't mean I wanna talk all the time, I'd be happy listening to him talk more than me, but I do tend to go into an excited rant like Midoriya if someone brings up something I really like [aka MHA 🤣]). I'm sweet, caring, loyal to a fault but I can be stubborn when I wanna be and insecure (boy with me must have extreme patience)...
I love listening to music, singing (I haven't sang in front of a huge crowd before), reading, writing (though my brain jumps back and forth between ideas, so I haven't exactly finished writing a fanfic yet 😅). I get flustered easily when complimented, so....
Dislikes include bullies (I was bullied myself, so I hate it when other people do it) cheaters (been cheated on in a relationship, no way do I wanna go through it again), alcoholics and drug addicts (I would explain why but I don't wanna get into something that might trigger someone, so I won't get into the details, just know that my biological Dad was one and I've seen what alchohol and drugs can do to someone... It's not pretty)
Talents: I know for sure that singing is one of them (which is one of my hobbies XD) and I'm told I'm a talented writer (writing is also one of my hobbies :3), but given the fact that I have a brain that keeps switching focus on ideas for different fandoms I haven't finished anything yet 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅
Fears: The list could go on forever.... I have a slight stage fright (I shake a bit until I start singing, but I don't freeze up, never ask me to public speak thou...). I'm insecure as well, so my biggest fear is not being good enough (I can't remember if I already told you if I'm insecure and the boy paired with me is gonne have to be super duper patient 😅)
Aspirations: I really wanna be a singer one day (I'm actually doing voice lessons so I'm on my way there! ^.^) I'm good at writing lyrics but composing music? Not so much XD Oh, I do eventually wanna have a family, just later down the road with the right guy ^.^
I admire someone who is brave, compassionate, loyal to a fault (as loyal as I am ^.^ and I don't mind if he gets a bit protective of me XD)...
But, since I got dragged into too much drama during high school, I hate people who spread rumors for attention, players (people who date multiple people), and I usually stay away from people who are arrogant beyond belief (believing in urself is important, but it becomes a problem if you're over confident, know what I mean?) and people who are conceited (not to say that loving yourself isn't important, it is! I just don't like it when people are obsessed with themselves.... If that made any sense XD)
Anyways, thank you for even reading this and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!
OKAY GIRL FIRST OF ALLLLL tysm for all the likes on my stuff, it means so much that you like and support my blog even tho this took forever for me to get to (i really appreciate you for waiting so long btw) 🥺💖💗 Now, for your patiently awaited matchup, I thought you’d be best with...
Izuku Midoriya!
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OOH back to back protag boyfriends, lucky you ;0 It actually took me a while to land on him but I have no idea why, you guys are so similar it hurts in the best way possible oml—
First off, he’s ecstatic to find someone that doesn’t mind his muttering and rambling, even more so when he discovers you do it too! You’re both naturally shy and easily flustered (which makes for some very entertaining scenes when you’re both pining for each other and get all stuttery and flushed, people have full on brought out snacks and watched 👀👀) but it also means you understand one another well, able to comfort and assure the other with ease.
In more ways than one, if you really think about it. Both of you have a history of bullying, a tendency for low self-esteem, daddy issues, gosh your relationship is so mutualistic both of you always know what to say to lift the other up 🥺 On top of all that you also greatly admire each other—Izuku’s the bravest and sweetest guy you know by far, while he thinks you’re incredibly talented in turn. You constantly support each other with your goals, heroism and stardom respectively, fighting back whenever insecurities and doubts start to bleed through because you just care for the other so so deeply, and I’m def starting to sound like a broken record so lemme move onto the zodiac portion asjfakshswajdb
Izuku is a Cancer, a bit more of an emotional sign than Virgos tend to be, but that doesn’t make you guys any less close! The relationship is a very sincere, secure, and down-to-earth one, as along with everything else you have near-identical beliefs and domestic desires (which will make his mom very happy, she’s always wanted grandkids ûwû) so no matter what hiccups you may face, you guys always power through it ^w^
There’s not much else to say lmao, you guys are practically inseparable. All your nights are spent reading together and discussing your writings, yours being stories while his were hero notes, listening to music all the while, until it gets turned down in favor of your voice that sings him to sleep. He much prefers it anyway, and will for the rest of his life〜
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