#my range for the curious runs from about the F below middle C to a step and a half above the high note in phantom of the opera's title song

[melancholic-pigeon]

Pythia trivia:

Back in high school, I used to have a club/class thing out of my friend's house with...three? Four. Four other people besides my friend.

And my friend had Rock Band for the PS3, so between the thing and when parents came to pick us up, we would play. One of the kids in class was like five foot nothing and such a deep bass he had to drop a full octave, and I'd play bass when he was singing and he would play bass when I was singing

And my range is weird, in that it's somewhere in the vicinity of 3 octaves but weak as fuck just above my break and I navigate my break terribly, and it's high for a first soprano so I constantly get mistaken for a mezzo and then people are shocked and appalled that my voice craps out on a third of the notes and I can't belt a C and I get laryngitis at the end of the run of the show but ANYWAY—

I have a modest belt (A above middle C-ish, B if I'm warmed up), but right above that, at the bottom end of my head voice, it's just awful and reedy and whispery, so I avoided things like Paramore because she's a soprano, but she's a pop soprano and I'm a classical soprano and I can't sing pop soprano any better than I can sing classical mezzo, which is "inconsistently at best"

and thus I always ended up singing Foo Fighters instead, because the high bits were low enough to belt and he has a number of songs where he never or rarely goes lower than I can hit, and low enough I can hop the octave for a stanza and then come back down!

Particularly Best Of You.

I'm not even that into the foo fighters— I do like them quite a bit, but there are a lot of musicians I like better— but I can reliably belt a song that ranges from a B flat up to a....god is it a G sharp or an A flat I can't remember how that works (if you don't know it's the same note it's just labeled differently depending on what key the song is in; I want to say G sharp because it sounds like it's in the key of E and so is "they will come one and all, they will come when we call!" at the end of Red & Black from les mis and that's written as a G sharp but that's a tangent)

I miss playing Rock Band 🙃

(also one of the other guys and I took a musical theater class together and we were the two teenagers in a sea of graduate students taking it for personal enrichment, so naturally we had to do Kiss Me for the final performance and if I do say so myself we were fucking adorable)

(...It's been a while since I talked about my own musical experiences and not the ones I made up for use with fictional characters lol sob)

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Pairing: Dabi x Reader {NSFW}

Summary: With the new year slowly approaching Dabi just wants to have a sense of normal for himself. He wants someone to call his own and to feel love and compassion with someone. So when he meets the lovey Y/n he knows he’s met his match.

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Warnings: tobacco use, unprotected sex, 18+ content, public sex, intoxication, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 1.8k

Dabi couldn’t believe how the past year had gone for him. It was like he couldn’t catch a break. The only thing in his life that had been constant had been the revolving door of women that had been coming from his bedroom of the Leauge of Villain’s hideout. He had lost so many people in his life that he had never wanted to lose. There had been so many changes that it made his head spin. He just wanted some normalcy for once.

As the new year barreled toward him he was holding out hope that for once something would go his way. That finally he would have some kind of constant that he didn’t have to worry about changing all the time.

So when Toga approached him and told him that there was a plan to have a New Year’s party at the hideout he was very against it. He didn’t want to risk the possibility of someone turning in the League. He didn’t want to have a bunch of people that he didn’t know in his home. It wasn’t normal. But he would never tell Toga about any of this. Grinning and bearing it was something that Dabi was amazing at.

So when the night of the party came around and things didn’t seem like they were going to change for him anytime soon he did exactly that.

With a drink in hand and a fake smile on his face, he slowly made his way through the crowd of people. Desperate for some air, desperate to take a drag from the cigarettes in his pocket. The window that they used to get onto the roof seemed so far away as he stalked toward it.

As he reached the window and climbed out the familiar scent of burning tobacco filled his nostrils. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be out here. Hadn’t expected that anyone else would even think to head for the roof, but he ignored that and climbed out anyways.

As you heard the sound of someone else coming through the window you jumped a little, quickly finished your drag from your cigarette, and turning toward them. “Sorry, I can totally go back inside if you don’t want me here.”

Dabi grabbed the pack from his pocket and placed his drink on the flat edge. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” He watched your figure as he lit a flame on the end of his finger and lit his cigarette. The feeling of the nicotine filling his lungs as he took a drag, almost instantly calming him down from the chaos going on inside.

You patted the roof next to you. “I promise I don’t bite.” A small smile spread across your face as you tried to reassure him.

Your words had gotten a small chuckle from him. You hadn’t expected it to sound as attractive as it had. His chuckle was angelic, music to your ears as you watched the smile that you could tell was so obviously fake turn into a sincere one.

He grabbed his drink and walked over to you, sitting in the place your hand had just touched. The lights of the city around you lit up the sky. He had never seen it so beautiful before. He took another drag and blew the smoke into the sky, watching the stars above him as they shone overhead.

Dabi knocked the ash from the end of his cigarette and looked over at you. But as he looked at you this time he caught his breath. The lights of the building and street lights gave a glow to your skin and he couldn’t help but stare.

You noticed his eyes change as he watched you. You cleared your throat and looked back down at the roof. “I’m Y/n.” You looked back over at him nervously.

He took a sip of his drink, the buzz from the alcohol that he had ingested this evening hitting him harder than he had thought it would. A warm, fuzzy feeling filled his body as he spoke back to you. “Dabi.”

“Well Dabi, it’s nice to meet you.” You flicked your now unlit cigarette in front of you where a pile had already started to form. “I’m friends with Toga. In case you’re wondering how I got here.”

Dabi leaned against the side of the house. “I live here. That’s how I got here.” He watched as you laughed at him. “How does a girl like you get to be friends with a little psycho like Toga?” You could tell by his tone that he hadn’t meant any harm with his words, but you left it unanswered. The mystery of it all making him more even curious.

As time passed you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Dabi climbed back out the window and toward you again, drinks for each of you in hand. “I figured we could use a few more drinks.”

You grabbed your phone from where it sat next to you and checked the time. When you had checked the time after Dabi came out it had been 9 pm and as you looked now it was 11:58. The sound of everyone gathering around the television brought the two of you out of your conversation. Dabi grabbed his drink and took a swig. He raised his glass and held it out, waiting for you to touch yours to his. “To another year gone by.”

You touched your glass to his and smiled. “To another year.”

But as the ball dropped and you listened to the crowd inside counting down you slowly stood, Dabi taking a place beside you as you both watched the moon. But as the countdown hit one you felt a hand touch your cheek, the staples on his hand cool to the touch even in the night air. And without giving you time to react his lips touched your own. A quick peck, but as he broke the kiss you saw a grin spread as a look of bliss crossed his features.

* * * * * *

As you looked back through the window you noticed that there was no one left inside the house. “Holy crap. Look at the time.” 2 am flashed across the screen as you took a sip from the drink and handed it back to him. “I should really get going. I’m sure you would like to get to bed.”

As you tried to walk around him Dabi placed his drink down and grabbed your arm, spinning you toward him. “Wait, don’t go.” His eyes showed nothing but worry as he had watched you walk away. It wasn’t like Dabi to feel this way. He had never felt this way before. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but he didn’t want to let you go. What had that one kiss done to him? “Do you want to stay here tonight? I’d hate for you to be out walking home right now.”

You swallowed hard. A lump forming in your throat as you watched the hunger in his eyes forming, overpowering the worry. “I… uh, I don’t know if I should.”

You felt Dabi’s hand relinquish from your arm, but it found its way to your lower back, pulling you toward him. Your heart felt like it would jump up your throat as it beat against your chest, until you felt his lips touch your own once again.

Dabi had expected you to pull away, he had expected you to detest him, to run in the other direction from you. Shock set in as your lips danced against his. His hands met your waist and slowly pushed you against the house, pinning you to the wall. But you still didn’t try to get away, most people would have tried to run at this point.

Your hand gripped his white t-shirt, tugging on it as you tried in an attempt to bring him closer to you. He spoke against your lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your hands slowly slid down his chest, grasping the waistband before moving to his belt. You couldn’t believe the lust that you felt coursing through your entire body. You had never felt it this strong.

His hands balled up your skirt and pushed it up before placing his hands on the back of your thighs to help you hop into his arms. Dabi’s hand slowly slid under your skirt and just the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your fold through your panties had you throwing your head back and crying out.

He heard him huff against your neck and a smirk spread across his lips. He fumbled around with his pants and his erection sprang free. With a rough thrust, Dabi sent waves of pleasure surging through you. His girth filling you perfectly, every movement hitting just the right spots. The fact that the city below was in full view hadn’t even affected either of you. It was the middle of the night. Who was wandering around at this time?

You wrapped your hands into his hair and tugged on it, causing a growl to leave the back of his throat as his pace quickened. It had been so long since you had had anything this intimate with another person. The one night stands that you had been used to lately had been nothing more than rough and quick. Dabi was different.

As the coil in your abdomen tightened you could feel your impending orgasm threatening to take over your senses. As your cunt clenched around his cock Dabi ran his hands through your hair, his voice a mere whisper as he spoke into your ear. “You like that doll?”

You could barely hold yourself together as his voice rang in your ear. “F-fuck Dabi…”

At the sound of his name rolling off your tongue and the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He unloaded himself inside you with a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat.

He pressed his forehead against yours and smiled. “What do you think, dollface?” He smiled. “New year, new me. Go on a proper date with the new Dabi?”

You softly placed your lip to his. “I’d love to Dabi.”

And as the words left his lips all the stress of the new year now bringing Dabi what he wanted in life floated away. The normalcy that he had wanted to feel so bad was just barely out of his reach, but getting closer with every passing moment. And he hoped he’d reach it with you by his side. No more heartache and no more nights where he wondered who would even care if he didn’t come back from a mission. He wanted you to be with him every step of the way. Wanted you to be the one that would be happy when he came home.