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— ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 ❞

my hero academia

pairing. pro hero!bakugou x villain!reader

word count. 4k

warnings. kidnapping, mentions of drugging, dub-con, sub!bakugou, dom!reader, tentacles oh my, bondage, anal penetration (m. receiving), edging, deep throating aforementioned tentacles hello

Darkness. That’s the first thing Katsuki becomes aware of as he’s drawn slowly from the tender thralls of a deep, dreamless sleep. Even as his heavy eyes blink open, there’s not a hint of light, only deep, inky blackness that surrounds and consumes him.

For a moment, he thinks he must be in his bed, waking in the middle of the night for one reason or another. But that belief is abruptly snuffed out when he attempts to move and finds that none of his limbs will cooperate. No— there’s something holding him down, something cold and metal around each of his wrists and ankles, restricting his movement.

The air around him chills his skin as he realizes the dangerously compromising position he’s in, spread eagle and locked down against a cool slab of something hard and flat. Metal? Stone? He couldn’t quite tell.

Confusion settles in his bones.

“W– what the—?” the young hero chokes hoarsely, words slurring on his heavy tongue. His throat is painfully dry, and his head is throbbing, symptoms vaguely similar to a bad hangover, but far more intense.

“He lives.”

Katsuki’s head jerks at the low purr that ripples through the air around him, narrowed vermillion eyes fervently searching through the opaque darkness.

“T– the hell is this? What’s going on?” He growls, head swiveling uselessly as soft footsteps echo in his ears.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The voice is light, taunting, and it only riles him up more, stroking the flames of anger and frustration flickering inside of him.

“Stop fucking with me and show yourself, coward.” The blonde spits viciously, yanking against his sturdy binds.

Laughter comes, trickling impishly from unseen lips.

“‘Coward’?” Katsuki gasps in shock, not expecting the whisper to come from so near, not expecting the rush of warm breath that washes over the shell of his ear. Vague recognition flickers in the back of his mind, but it’s gone before he can fully grasp it. “I’m not sure that’s quite the right word to describe me.”

It clicks in an instant, the void in his memory suddenly flooding with the events of the previous day.

The villains. The fight. Being snatched up some strange, alien-like tent—

His eyes widen in realization, before a deep scowl contorts his features. “Tentiplicity.”

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 9)

chapter title: i'm an outsider, outside of everything.

hawks x dabi

cw: depression, thoughts of suicide

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

2k words

Keigo shut his door, trying hard not to slam it in Dabi’s face and upset him even more than he probably already had.

Sobs shook Keigo’s shoulders as he stumbled his way to his bathroom. He hazarded a look in the mirror when he entered, then wept harder at the sight of himself. His nose was swollen and bloodied, his eyes were puffy and red, his hair was mussed up and tangled, and his cheeks had clear tear paths almost eroded down them. He pulled his clothes off and dragged himself into his bath, turning the hot water tap on before hugging his arms to his chest, watching the way they rose and fell as his chest heaved. His skin stung as the scalding water filled up the tub, but Keigo couldn’t bring himself to twist the cold-water tap.

When the water reached his neck, he twisted the tap off, then simply lay back. The blood that hadn't yet congealed flowed from his body and intertwined with the water, turning it a pale red. Keigo didn’t move. He couldn’t even bring himself to scrub the dry blood from his chin or the cum from his stomach. He watched his skin turn unnaturally pink in the burning water, his breaths slowing to a more or less regular rate.

Keigo didn’t know how long he spent in that tub. He dozed off after some time, no worry playing in his mind of drowning, and when he woke up, the water was near freezing. He was shaking, his hands feet all wrinkled and pruned from the prolonged exposure to water. He clambered out, grabbing a discarded towel from the floor and drying himself lazily, before making his way to his bedroom, not bothering to drain the filthy water from the tub.

Once he reached his room, he traipsed over to his drawers, grabbing a pair of boxers and pulling them on before flopping onto his bed. He was still wet, his covers clinging uncomfortably to his body as crawled under them in desperate attempt to soothe the aching chill in his bones.

He shut his eyes, willing his body back to sleep.

Keigo woke up to his stomach growling. He chose to ignore it. The only thing he cared about was Dabi. He plagued Keigo’s mind, constantly lingering in the back of his head, a persistent form of self-torture. Keigo lay still as his mind ran wildly. He wondered if Dabi could ever forgive him, or if Dabi’s decision to drive him home was a peace offering before a good-bye, a small act committed from a feeling of obligation to someone.

He stayed like that until the sunlight disappeared, no longer shining through his bedroom window. There was no hope for him. Everything he’d done in the past year; he’d done for Dabi. Keigo knew from the start the risks but pushed them all aside on the slim chance he’d get to where he was that night at the venue. Dabi’s lips on his, their skin pressing desperately against each other, their moans tumbling shamelessly from their throats so loud the music around them turned inaudible. It was all Keigo ever could’ve dreamed of and now it was gone. It was once again a fantasy. Even the notion was laughable.

Keigo was no longer hungry. He was barely anything. No sadness, no anger, no guilt, just a husk, a vessel filled with unadulterated longing for a boy who could only hate him now. He willed his body to decay, for his skin and bones and guts to melt into his mattress. He refused to live in a world without Dabi but couldn’t bring himself to crawl out of bed and drag a blade across his arteries, so he settled for dehydration. It would certainly be a much slower death, one accompanied by unimaginable suffering but, hey, he had time. He had nothing but time, really, as well as an aching pit in his stomach and enough self-hatred to fuel a civil war against his own body.

For 2 days, he lay there, entirely unaware of the world around him, drifting in and out of restless sleep. His head pounded, every atom in him screaming for Keigo to get up, to move, to drink water, to do something, but he defied, so dedicated to his slow suicide he was able to overcome the instinctual human need to survive. For 2 days, no one bothered him. The only people to notice his sudden disappearance from society were probably the bandmates that definitely hated him. No one else cared about him. He was well and truly alone, left to rot in peace.

That was until he heard a knock at his door.

It must’ve been around mid-afternoon, judging by the light shining through Keigo’s window. He was awake, though barely, rolled over on his side, staring mindlessly out into the world beyond his shitty little studio apartment. He ignored the knocking, assuming it was most likely some neighbour asking to borrow something of his. No one else ever visited. But it didn’t cease. He groaned and pulled his duvet over his face, determined to follow his plans through.

“I swear to fucking God, Kei, Sako knows how to pick locks!”

What. Dabi was the only person beyond his parents who had ever called Keigo “Kei”. Why was he here? Keigo lifted his covers from his face.

“I know you’re home, dude! Open up.”

Keigo’s face contorted, sour with guilt. He stayed silent.

“Okay we’re coming in.”

The next 3 minutes were heavy with silence, then Keigo heard a click, followed by his door creaking as it was pushed open. He hid himself back beneath the blanket, unable to stand the verbal beatdown he was surely about to receive.

When he heard the footsteps cautiously enter his room, Keigo winced slightly and pulled his duvet tighter around himself.

“Hey, man, I’ve been calling you. We all thought you’d died.” Dabi clambered onto the bed, gently tugging on the blanket draped over Keigo.

“I’m sorry.” Keigo’s voice broke as he whispered, his throat aching from lack of hydration. He let his hands drop from where they tightly held his duvet, resigned.

Sako whistled as Dabi pulled back the blanket to reveal Keigo’s pitiful form. Dabi shot him a disapproving look.

“Fuck, Kei, you don’t look too good.” Dabi chuckled lightly, “Sako, get him some water, yeah?”

Keigo shook his head, wincing at the throbbing pain, “Stop,” he swallowed, “just go, I’m sorry. Just let me die.” his voice was still barely a whisper.

Dabi stroked his blonde hair, now matted and knotty from Keigo’s incessant tossing and turning, “Can’t let that happen now, can I? Sako, go.”

“Yes, boss.” Sako nodded and wandered off to Keigo’s kitchen.

“You don’t have to do this-” Keigo began before Dabi held up a hand to cut him off.

“I don’t have to do anything. I want to.” Dabi sighed, “Look, what you did was fucked up, sure, and I don’t wanna know any details, but to be honest? I don’t mind.”

Keigo’s brow furrowed in curiosity.

“What I mean is,” Dabi paused as he tried to search for his next words, “if I had known it would take killing a man for us to meet, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

All Keigo could do was stare up at Dabi, blinking in stunned silence.

Sako returned, a glass of water in his hand and a sort of sad smile on his face, “Here.” he handed the glass to Dabi, who was helping Keigo to sit up, leaning him up against a stack of pillows. He held the glass to Keigo’s lips and instructed him to drink. Keigo obliged, reluctantly at first but the second the first sip of water entered his system, he couldn’t hold himself back, tilting his head back dutifully so he could drain every last drop from the cup. His body had rejected its desperation for thirst, shutting off the signals in his brain warning him of his need for water.

“You got any food here? You need to eat.” Dabi set the empty glass on the stand beside Keigo’s bed.

Keigo shook his head, “Haven’t really had time to buy groceries for my own house- spend more time at yours, really.” his voice was stronger now and the pain his head was slowly fading.

“Okay.” Dabi looked to Sako, “Stay here, I’m gonna get some food, I’ll be 5 minutes.” He stood up and walked out the door with a small smile back to Keigo.

Sako nodded and took a seat on Keigo’s bed, mindful not to sit as close to him as Dabi had.

“Listen, Sako, I’m sorry. I get too obsessed sometimes.” Keigo was looking down at his hands, very clearly embarrassed.

“Man, to be honest, I was never that close to Jin. I mean, may he rest in peace, but I’ve never seen Dabi as happy as he has been since you’ve joined.” Sako sucked in a breath, “And,” he waited for Keigo to look up at him, “we’ve all done shit we’re not proud of.”

Keigo simply cocked his head, urging Sako to go on.

“The reason I was so weird about taking those pills before the gig?” He screwed his eyes shut, unwilling to watch Keigo’s face as he continued, “I’m an addict. I started on prescription pills when I was 15. I got hooked pretty quickly, so I moved to harder shit. Eventually, one of my buddies showed up with coke. I loved it- fuck, man, I still love it.”

“Oh, shit.” Keigo never would’ve guessed. If Sako was still doing coke, Keigo had been none the wiser, “So you still do it?”

Sako shrugged, “I guess I’ve gotten pretty good at hiding it. My tolerance built up so much it’s easier to function on it than not. The other guys don’t know- or at least, I haven’t told them.” he clenched and unclenched his fists, “I’m tryna quit, but it’s easier said than done.” he gave a light chuckle at this.

“I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.” Keigo wasn’t really sure what else to say, Sako had never opened up about anything to him before.

“Thanks.” Sako cringed, “I wasn’t a very good person in the height of it. I was stealing from everyone around me: my parents, my friends, my girlfriend- ex-girlfriend, I guess. I was out most nights. I cheated on her with a few women. I was too strung out to care. She was perfect, too, gorgeous, sweet and willing to overlook my problems. She tried to help me.” he sighed, “When she broke up with me, I basically had nothing. Then Tomura reached out to me. We’d been friends when we were younger, but I moved schools at 14 and we lost contact. He remembered I was a drummer. He told me he was thinking of starting a band and he wanted me on drums. That’s how Puncture came about.”

Keigo hummed, “I had no idea. I assumed Dabi started Puncture, to be honest.”

“Yeah, well at least these guys don’t have enough money for me to steal from them.” Sako cracked a smile, “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that yeah maybe I didn’t kill a guy, but no one’s proud of their past. I ruined plenty of lives, hell, I’m sure some of the people I fucked over wish I’d just killed them. Don't hang yourself over doing something you’re not proud of.”

The apartment door swung open. Dabi had returned from the shop, his hands full with brown paper grocery bags.

“Hey, you got a rice cooker?” He yelled from the kitchen, “Never mind, found it!”

Keigo smiled and sunk into the pillows he was propped against. Dabi walked into his bedroom.

“Hey, I swiped your keys off a counter when I left, they’re by the door now.” He grinned, “I can see why you spend so much time at our place- this flat’s tiny, dude.”

The blonde rolled his eyes in response, then grimaced at his stomach grumbling. He hadn’t eaten since the morning before the gig.

“Hey, I’d love to stay for food but I really gotta get back.” Sako stood up, “Tomura’s probably dangerously angry, and you two have some catching up to do.” he winked and turned to the door, calling a quick “have fun!” over his shoulder before shutting the apartment door, leaving Keigo and Dabi completely alone. Alone in Keigo’s bedroom. Alone with a whole empty flat to themselves.

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 8)

chapter title: i used to make a living, man

hawks x dabi

cw: stalking, major violence, death, poisoning

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

3.3k words

A/N: okay real quick to the people reading this as it's coming out, we had to retcon something out so Shigaraki isn't dating Toga because we had a realisation later that it was dumb nd weird- not a huge change they're just like friends, we edited the chapter if u want to reread that part. okay ty, enjoy reading.

Jin Bubaigawara, stage name Twice, had disappeared. He had no family to look for him and thus, no one had. His only associates were his band mates, they had assumed he left late at night, all his stuff was gone by morning. Jin had always been quiet, kept to himself. But he was closer to one band member than the others, Tomura Shigaraki. Tomura didn’t believe he had just packed up and gone in the night; Tomura was so damn close to reporting him missing. That was until fucking Keigo Takami had showed up. There was just something about him. He couldn’t prove it, but Tomura was so sure that Keigo had killed him.

 

And he had.

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Jin was Keigo’s only obstacle.

Keigo spent weeks just watching, observing Jin’s every move, his routine. He needed to join Puncture, and Jin was his way in.

He noticed fairly quickly that Jin was never too close to the other members of the band. While the others went out for cigarettes together, Jin would stay in the apartment. At first, Keigo assumed he didn’t smoke, but as his obsession grew, he began staying later in his shitty rental car, parked out in front of the apartments. He realised that every night, around 12.15am, Jin would leave alone to smoke, leaning against the band’s van, savouring his cig and seemingly his time away from the other members. Every now and again he would bring Tomura with him, and the two would talk in hushed voices as they smoked. Keigo wished he could’ve heard the things they said to each other, but he wasn’t dumb enough to bug the van.

So, he watched from afar, waiting to make his move, and after a few months, his plan was complete.

He waited for a night when Jin when out to smoke with Tomura, and immediately drove home. He planned to strike the following night.

Keigo knew for certain that Jin would never bring Tomura out for a cig for two consecutive nights, so tomorrow there would be no other threat. Jin would be all alone.

He arrived at the apartment around 11.30pm, parked his car in his usual spot, and crawled into the backseat to check over his supplies: chloroform, rope, knife, latex gloves, screwdriver, two duffel bags, a small slip of paper with a carefully written note scribbled on it, a few bottles of cooking sherry, a box of matches and a change of clothes in case things got messy. Everything was perfect. Keigo swallowed back the impending tsunami of nerves crawling up his throat under the guise of bile. He assured himself he was ready, that he’d never been more ready for anything in his entire life.

He willed his leg to cease its incessant tapping against the car floor. When he checked his watch to see the time was 11.50, he left the car, not bothering to lock behind him. He was the only threat on this street tonight. He crept over to Puncture’s van, plastering himself against the opposite side to where Jin smoked. Now it was just a waiting game.

Keigo heard the apartment building’s front door open. 12.17am. His heart pounded against his ribs so violently he was scared it would be a dead give-away. He reckoned he could play it off as though he were just an obsessed fan- but only if Jin somehow managed to miss the chloroform-drenched cloth in his hands.

Okay. Now or never. Keigo wasn’t content with the idea of being no more than a Puncture fan for the rest of his life, he needed to be in Puncture. He attempted to embody the spirit and stealth of an outdoor cat, as he snuck behind the van, chloroform at the ready.

“Hey wha-” Jin was cut off mid-sentence by a sickly-sweet smelling cloth, pressed with intense force against his nose and lips. He tried to resist, tried to hold his breath, but to no appeal. Within less than a minute, he was out cold. He fell into the arms of his attacker and felt himself hoisted up.

Keigo hauled Jin over his shoulder to his car. He stuffed the body into the boot and retrieved his rope from the backseat. There was very little chance that Jin would wake up, as Keigo made sure he bought the most heavily concentrated chloroform he could, but reckoned it was better to be safe than sorry. He decided to bind his mouth too just in case Jin woke and decided to scream. This time, he would lock the car as he left, unwilling to risk even the slightest chance of discovery.

Now came the hard part. Keigo would have to sneak into the apartment and take all of Jin’s stuff, without being seen or even heard by the other members. He had taken the apartment key from Jin’s pocket when he passed out so at least he wouldn’t have to pick the door’s lock.

In school, Keigo had learned that 4am was the time when people were at their most delirious, no matter the time they had fallen asleep. If someone heard a sound at 4am, they were statistically less likely to react or check it out. Oppressive political leaders would use this information to conduct raids when people were at their most vulnerable state, so there was a lessened chance of anyone fighting back. Keigo would use it to permanently eliminate his competition.

04.03am. Keigo opened the car boot to press the chloroform-soaked rag once again to Jin’s airways. He had been doing this periodically while he waited, every half hour or so reapplying the sedative to the cloth, before reapplying it so Jin’s system. His heart thumped erratically as he locked the car and silently crept over to the apartment’s back entrance, screwdriver and note in his pocket and duffel bags strung over his shoulder. This was a fire escape, supposedly alarmed, but Keigo had watched the building for long enough to know the alarm system was severely outdated, and the building was severely underfunded, so no one had bothered to fix it. No alarms would sound.

Keigo took the stairs on his way up, desperately tugging at his eyelashes. This was a nervous habit of his that he couldn’t seem to drop, despite how often his mother would scold him for it when he was younger.

When he reached Puncture’s flat, he stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath in and pressing his ear against the chipped wood door. Silence. The only audible sounds come from rattling pipes and wind blowing harshly against the building’s diminishing exterior. Keigo shook his head and exhaled, then unlocked the door.

Jin’s room was conveniently close to the front door. Keigo sent a quick prayer, thanking God he didn’t have to risk walking past any of the other members’ bedrooms. He had never been religious, but now felt as good a time as any to claim his peace with whoever was above. He tiptoed over to Jin’s room, sending another thank you to God that the door was already slightly ajar.

He pushed it open just enough to slip in, then gave his eyes a second to adjust to the darkness, before shutting it quietly behind him, in hopes that it would muffle some of the inevitable noise he was about to create. He almost breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that Jin kept his room relatively organised. Keigo reminded himself that everything he did would have to be in complete silence. If he made even one out of place sound, he ran the risk of losing everything. All the preparation he hade done would be for nothing. He wouldn’t become Puncture’s guitarist; he wouldn’t even be able to go to another Puncture show. He’d spend the rest of his life in prison, unsuccessful at making anything of himself. This, he deemed worse than a death sentence.

He packed up Jin’s clothes first, easing his wardrobe open painstakingly slowly. He rolled each t-shirt into tight cylinders and packed them into one of the duffel bags, followed by the rest of the clothes. It helped that Jin was a frequent outfit repeater, only owning two pairs of jeans and one pair of camos, which allowed for just enough space to fit all his clothes into the first duffel. Next was bedding, also tightly rolled and stuffed carefully into the remaining bag.

Keigo managed this in relative silence. He decided it was best if he zipped the duffel bags up when he was safely out of the members’ earshot. He slipped a hand into his pocket and retrieved the folded-up note. This had been the most tedious part of his plan.

A few months ago, Keigo had been to one of Puncture’s shows. He was inexplicably drunk. So drunk, in fact, that he had mustered up the courage to go up to the band after they finished their set and asked them all for an autograph. Puncture was happy to comply, ecstatic to find out they were successful enough to be asked for autographs. They were so excited that they all left little notes under their signatures, expressing their gratitude to Keigo for attending.

Keigo kept this slip of paper on his bedside table. When the idea of killing off Jin to secure himself a place in the band struck him, he realised this piece of paper held the key to pulling it off. He spent every free second he had studying over Jin’s small note. He hadn’t written too much, just a simple “Thanks 4 coming, we rlly appreciate u!” but this was enough. Keigo wrote over and over again, scribbling notes until he had perfected the art of replication. Once he had Jin’s handwriting down to a t, he wrote up a draft. Again and again, he wrote this note, comparing it to Jin’s small, written expression of gratitude. The final product was a short note, explaining Jin’s sudden disappearance.

All doubtful thoughts raced through Keigo’s mind as he lay his note on Jin’s now stripped bed. He bit the inside of his cheek, hoping the pain would sharpen his mind enough to allow him to focus only on the mission at hand. The next part of his plan was the most treacherous.

Keigo picked up his duffel bags and crept over to where Jin’s guitar stood proudly, propped up against a stand beside his bed. He slung it over his free shoulder, and silently slipped out of Jin’s room.

The blonde nearly cried from relief when he made it out the apartment door without a single hitch in his plan. He knew it would be almost impossible to use the stairs to leave without falling, causing enough of a racket to wake everyone in the building, so his only hope was lift.

The issue here, was that the lift was the only place in the building with any sort of security camera. Keigo had figured this out one night when he had finally worked up the confidence to walk up to the building’s main entrance, hidden by the black of night. There it was. The tell-tale yellow “CCTV in action” sticker, unmissable against the stark white walls.

This, however, was quickly solved by a brief visit to a handyman Keigo knew. He told the man that he had been asked to put some CCTV cameras up in his own building and wanted to know how they worked. He was told there was a little storage device built into the back of the camera. If that was plugged into any sort of computer or monitor, it would display everything witnessed by the CCTV camera. So, all Keigo had to do was remove this storage device, and there would be no evidence of him committing anything that night.

He pressed the down button on the lift, reaching up to tug out a couple more eyelashes as he waited. He hurried in when it arrived and set to work, pulling the screwdriver hastily from his pocket and scurrying over to the CCTV camera in the corner. He unscrewed it from the wall, wasting no time flipping it around to reveal the little port that held the storage device. Keigo removed the storage device, slipping it in his pocket to destroy later. He stuffed the camera itself into the less full duffel bag, deciding his fingerprints being all over it was slightly too incriminating.

Finally, the elevator stopped. He’d reached the ground floor. He briskly walked to the building’s front door and left.

04.39am. If he had done this in any season beside winter, the morning sun would be peaking through the sky. Thankfully, it was early December, and the sun wouldn’t rise for hours yet. Still, Keigo was nowhere near done.

Once he had reached his car, he threw Jin’s stuff haphazardly into the backseat, before grabbing his chloroform rag once again and pressing it against Jin’s lips and nose.

He drove for about an hour, praying through the entire ride that his captive wouldn’t wake up, though Keigo knew it would be some sort of divine intervention if he did. He had given Jin enough chloroform to sedate an elephant on uppers. He’d be shocked if Jin’s heart was still beating.

05.30. They arrived at their location, a small, blatantly uninhabited shack at the edge of a vast forest. Kiego got out of the car, stretched his legs with a quick lap around the vehicle, then popped the boot. Jin hadn’t even stirred. Keigo pressed two fingers to Jin’s carotid artery to feel a very faint, impossibly slow heartbeat. Alive, but barely so.

“Okay.” Keigo mumbled to himself, before hoisting Jin onto his shoulders yet again, and strolling over to the shack. The door was unlocked, not that it would matter much if it were locked, as the wood was so damaged from both the cruelty of time and harsh treatment of water that it would be shockingly easy to break down.

He closed the door behind him and set Jin down on the equally diminishing floor.

“I am so sorry.” Keigo muttered into Jin’s ear. He could’ve sworn he saw the unconscious man nod.

He pulled the knife from his pocket, planted a sweet kiss on Jin’s forehead, which was drenched in cold sweat- might’ve over done it with the chloroform- and drew the blade harshly across Jin’s throat.

Jin’s eyes flew open. He grabbed at his neck, trying desperately to apply pressure to his wound, but to no avail. His mouth hung open as though he were screaming, but no sound came out. Keigo had sliced through his vocal chords. Anguish was prevalent on Jin’s face. Keigo was stood on the other end of the small room, watching the scene before him, remorse heavy in his eyes.

Jin’s face contorted. It looked as though he’d realised the hopelessness of his situation. His hand dropped from his neck. Blood wept from the gaping wound, soaking his shirt in the hot scarlet. Tears welled up in his eyes and drenched his cheeks. He stared at Keigo, who was trying and failing to pull his gaze from the heinous scene before him. Jin’s hands balled into fists as he sobbed silently. He curled up into himself, pulling his knees tightly into his chest, drenching his jeans in the process. He was now hardly more than a puddle of guilty, red blood.

Keigo watched as Jin lifted his face for the last time, heaving out a sort of gargling sound for a few agonising seconds before his eyes rolled back and his body fell limp. The blood flowing from his neck slowed, then came to a sudden halt. No more blood pumped through Jin’s veins. He was well and truly gone. Time of death, 05.38am.

Now, Keigo simply had to cover his tracks.

He threw off his t shirt and jeans, draping them over Jin’s carcass, leaving only his gloves and shoes on. He walked to the car, pulling the several bottles of cooking sherry and box of matches. When he walked back into the shed, he began to pour the sherry everywhere. He grimaced at the stench of metallic blood mixing with the strong smell of alcohol. Once Jin was drowned in a substantial amount of the sherry, Keigo left his side. He grabbed the tightly packed duffels and guitar from his car and dumped them in the shack. He then changed into his spare clothes and checked in the car’s side mirrors to see if there was any blood on his face. When he was satisfied with his appearance, he walked back to the shack.

Finally, with a softly whispered goodbye, Keigo lit a match and threw it into the shack-turned-murder-scene.

05.52am. Keigo looked up to sky, a dim light now barely visible through the grey clouds. Rain was expected in about an hour. Keigo hoped it would extinguish the fire only once all the evidence was hardly more than ashes, but before, you know, the entire forest set on fire.

When Keigo reached his apartment, he threw his soiled gloves in the bin, tossed his knife in the dishwasher and hurried to his laptop, where he promptly fell asleep in his chair.

When he woke up, Keigo would refresh Puncture’s social media pages until he saw the announcement that they were in desperate need of a new guitarist. Then he would grab his guitar, rehearsing until his hands went numb. He wouldn’t allow even the slightest chance of losing at these auditions.

Keigo smiled. He would finally be in Puncture. He would finally be with Dabi.

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Back in the apartment Keigo kept his mouth shut, he wasn’t about to admit to murder, especially not after he’d had the night of his dreams with Dabi. So, he just stood up; blank faced to take his leave. When he reached the threshold of the apartment to leave he tried to brush past the light blue haired man without a word.

“Oh, so you think you can just walk out of here without saying anything, buddy?”

Tomura swung back and threw his fist right into Keigo’s nose as hard as his drunken body could muster.

The blonde immediately recoiled at the pain from the punch and practically on instinct right hooked him bashing his fist into right his jaw. The hit flung Tomura back into the doorframe, bashing his head onto the hard wood.

Keigo took the second’s reprieve to make his exit, quickly leaving the apartment, storming past Sako and Toga, who sat at the kitchen’s counter. It was only when he was outside the door when he could taste the blood coming from his nose. Dabi was quick after him, Tomura was too slow to stop him.

When he finally caught up with Keigo he was already halfway down the corridor.

“Kei, where you going?”

“Home.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“Gonna walk, need to clear my head.”

“Your house is 5 miles away, fucking let me drive you.”

“But-”

“No buts; I’m driving you, cool?”

“Fine.”

Once the pair had reached the van, the raven-haired man handed Keigo a tissue to stop the bleeding from his nose. The drive to Keigo’s house in the van was uncomfortably silent without Dabi’s CDs. Keigo missed it, he knew it wasn’t Dabi’s fault that Shigaraki was such an asshole, didn’t mean he wasn’t super pissed about it though. When they pulled up, Dabi grabbed Keigo’s hand and wouldn’t let go until they reached Keigo’s door- not caring if the blood from his nose got on his hands. Even though he hadn’t said anything, Dabi had completely calmed down the lighter haired man.

Keigo stepped inside his apartment, leaving Dabi outside and it was then that he completely broke.

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 7)

chapter title: listen closely and you can hear me shout

hawks x dabi

cw: homophobia

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1k words

Not even 20 minutes later they were in the van, on the way back to the band’s apartment. The ride was mostly quiet, other than the loud music from one of Dabi’s various CDs. The silence wasn’t awkward and Keigo smoked his second cigarette in the last 10 minutes, blowing the smoke out the window. Dabi tapped along to the beat of “Tommy Gun,” by The Clash as it played from the van’s CD player.

Keigo absentmindedly wished that this van ride could last forever, he leaned his head as far as he could out the window, resting his arm against the outside of the door- breathing in the fresh air as he smoked.  The sun had set a long time ago and the lighter haired man stared into the glinting stars.

“Hey, Kei?” Dabi called, startling him just enough for him to nearly drop his cigarette onto the road.

Keigo hummed in response.

“You know how I was talked about the songs I was writing earlier? When we get back would you wanna hear some of them?”

The blonde man’s face practically lit up at the idea, part of him thought that Dabi would ignore him after their time together.

“I’d love to.”

And soon enough, they pulled up to the band’s dreary apartment. The apartment used to have an elevator; someone had apparently broken it a few days before Keigo joined the band, meaning that the two of them had to walk up 7 flights of stairs to get into the apartment. It was empty, Sako was clearly trying to keep Tomura out of the way in case they came back to spend the night together.

Sweet.

Dabi cleared his throat “You wanna hear my music?”

“You know I do.” Keigo headed over to the ‘living room’ where they usually played all of their music.

“Nah, not there. Come in my room.” The darker haired man walked across the corridor into his bedroom- silently beckoning Keigo to follow him.

Keigo swallowed and followed after him. He walked into Dabi’s room and closed the door behind him. Dabi was sprawled out on his bed- propped up against his headboard. He smirked slightly when Keigo walked in, as if he knew how attracted the lighter haired man was to him.

“Sooooo, are you just gonna sing this acapella to me or what?”

Dabi laughed at him, “No, I actually play guitar.”

“Wait you- what?”

“Yeah, no I play electric guitar too. Not quite good enough to play in the band but good enough to bust out a few chords. It’s at the end of my bed, pass it will you.”

He looked down and across Dabi’s floor, it was as unclean as the rest of the apartment, littered with various items of clothing and wrappers. Sure enough, at the end of his bed was an electric guitar. Nice fucking guitar too, Keigo had actually been eyeing this one for himself but decided his budget could not extend that far. Way too nice of a guitar for someone practically living on the poverty line who can ‘only bust out a few chords.’ Nevertheless, the blonde passed the man his guitar and sat down next to him on his bed, the back of the headboard digging uncomfortably into his neck.

“Lemme play for you, Kei.”

And he did, he strummed delicately on his guitar, clearly knowing its worth. His song was beautifully laid out, both lyrically and in composition. A thing of beauty, or Keigo certainly thought so as he listened to the black-haired man sing and play. It was kind of different to his normal sound, less screaming. More sort of docile and calm. A love song. Dabi directed the lyrics towards Keigo- glancing up at him from time to time trying to gauge his reaction, though Keigo could do nothing but smile. Keigo knew and there was no doubt about it, he was in love with Dabi.

When Dabi finished, he turned to Kei; “What’d you think-”

Almost as soon as he said it, there was a bang at the front of the apartment. They were home. Keigo went to get up and leave quickly, but Dabi stopped him. Both of them clearly knew what Tomura could be capable of if he saw the two of them totally alone in a room together- especially after his outburst earlier. Several doors slammed outside, one after the other in succession.

“Wait in the kitchen for us Toga, we'll be right there” Shigaraki slurred from outside, clearly drunk. Dabi knew who he was talking to, this girl Toga. One of Sako's friends who he brought round a lot.

He quickly lost his train of thought as echoing footsteps came down the corridor to his room. Keigo almost went to move again but thought against it. Too late- he just prepared himself for the screaming match that he was sure was soon to come.

The door swung open, “Wasn’t any one of you gonna tell me that you were a couple of fags before tonight, hm?” Shigaraki sneered, standing at the room’s threshold.

“Can you get the fuck out please?” Dabi spoke up first, “Kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Well-” he chuckled to himself, clearly inebriated, lacking the sobriety to keep himself up straight and swaying slightly, “can certainly see that can’t I, you know I don’t even mind gay people, I would have no problem with you being a little queer, Dabi. Why’s it got to be him though, man?”

The pair of them kept silent.

“Do you not get an odd vibe from him, like seriously at all.” He had to lean on the doorway to keep himself upright. “Because you know what I sure as fucking well did. And I did my digging and I’ll tell you what I know.”

Keigo breathed in sharply, digging his nails into the sides of his jeans, he already knew what he was going to say. Keigo knew what he had done.

“This fucker killed Jin.”

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 6)

chapter title: you know you like it when the music's loud

minors dni

hawks x dabi

cw: homophobia, smut

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

3.6k words

The kiss couldn’t have lasted for longer than 7 seconds, when Dabi pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

“And that was Puncture, everybody!” At some point, the host must have wandered onto the stage, “Completely unforgettable, that’s for sure, huh?” He chuckled, “Okay, up next, we have Ben’s Boys! Come on up, guys!”

Puncture exited the stage, the audience’s screaming growing increasingly quiet as the distance lengthened between them.

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?” Tomura growled as they headed back to their dressing room, “Who the fuck do you think you are? What kind of image does that give us?” his words were slightly slurred.

“Dude, lay off- the crowd was loving it. Sex sells!” Dabi was walking with one hand in his pocket and the other clenched firmly around one of Keigo’s wrists.

“Are you fucking kidding? The only people who are gonna watch us now are queers!” He jerked his head in Keigo’s direction, “This wouldn’t have happened if Jin was still here. Hey!” he snarled cruelly, “Hey! Why don’t we ask Keigo if he knows anything about that?”

“Fuck off! Fuck off, Tomura!” Keigo’s eyes narrowed, “They loved us out there and you know it, you just don’t wanna admit it wasn’t you they were cheering for.”

Tomura barked out a short laugh, “Call your boyfriend off, Dabi, he’s getting too feisty.”

Dabi ignored him, opening the door to their dressing room, “Grab your shit and go. Sako, you too, make sure he doesn’t start any fights.”

“Will do.” Sako replied cooly, “Come on, Tomura, I know some clubs around here, we’ll call a cab.”

“What?” Tomura’s face contorted with fury, “So you’re just happy to leave these- these fags,” he spat the last word, “all alone? What do you think they’re gonna get up to? Cause I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Shut the fuck up, I left my jacket on stage. I’m gonna wait for the next set to be over and tell the host to go up and get it, I just don’t wanna leave Keigo with you in case you strangle our best guitarist yet.” Dabi let go of Keigo’s wrist and sat down on one of the vanity tables, “So just go, yeah? Quit acting like you own us and fuck off.”

Keigo’s head was reeling. Dabi’s compliment bouncing around inside his skull.

“Sure, yeah, any excuse you can get, right?” He leered, “Whatever, kick us out so you can fuck. You’ll hate yourself for tonight when you’re blowing guys for money because you can’t get anymore gigs. Hey, at least you’re getting your practice in!” and with that, Tomura stormed out, Sako following close behind with a sigh and a promise to look after him.

The door slammed shut.

With the yelling having ceased, both remaining boys could clearly hear the band that had taken to stage after them. They had more of a rock, pop-punky sound, almost whiny. The music was shockingly loud in the small room, despite the distance between them and the stage. Keigo walked over to where Dabi was sat.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, God, you just looked so good, and you were right fucking there.” The words were tumbling from his mouth at record speeds.

“Shut up.” Dabi stood up, bringing his hands up to Keigo’s shoulders, and shoved him back so he was forced to take Dabi’s place sitting on the dressing room’s vanity. He grabbed Keigo’s jaw, tilting his face, forcing the boy to look at him.

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but immediately forgot what he had planned when Dabi pressed his lips to Keigo’s.

The blonde let out a small sound of surprise, before wrapping his arms around Dabi’s waist to pull him closer. Dabi brought one hand to Keigo’s hip, dipping his thumb under the waist of his jeans before guiding it up under his shirt.

He skimmed his fingertips over Keigo’s stomach and ribs, resting it on one of his pecs, swiping his thumb over the nipple there, revelling in the slight whimper he pulled from the boy below him. He broke the kiss, leaning back to make a show of pulling his tank top off.

“Arms up.” It was halfway between a mumble and a command, but still Keigo obeyed, lifting his arms above his head so Dabi could relieve him of his shirt. His eyes scanned over Dabi’s body, awed by the impeccable shape he was in.

“Do you just do push-ups in your room all day or what?” Keigo blurted as Dabi resumed his position between the lighter haired boy’s legs, chuckling as he placed his hands on Keigo’s waist. He brought his head down, till their lips were millimetres from each other.

“Fuck around and find out.” Dabi’s blue eyes still held the same hunger Keigo had noticed on stage. He was desperate to find the extent of the deprivation. Dabi dipped down to meet Keigo’s increasingly familiar lips, pressing himself forward so his thigh was flush against Keigo’s groin. He’d noticed the erection pressing against Keigo’s trousers earlier, relieved to know he wasn’t the only one who was achingly hard. Keigo moaned into Dabi’s mouth, trying to grind himself against Dabi’s thigh, only to have his own thigh grabbed, pinning him in place against the table.

Keigo grabbed at Dabi’s shoulders in response, digging nails aggressively into his back. Dabi’s grip on Keigo’s thigh tightened and he brought his other hand up to the boy’s hair, gripping harshly enough to force a gasp. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue into Keigo’s mouth, enjoying the way he could feel every sound the guitarist made before he could hear it.

Dabi released his grip on Keigo’s hair, and instead let his hand trace a path down his neck, stopping to press his lightly against his windpipe. He felt Keigo’s cock twitch at this. He repositioned his hand so he could squeeze more forcefully, and so the majority of the pressure was isolated to the arteries at the side of the neck, rather than the windpipe. He was pulling strangled whimpers from the boy, again now desperately trying to create friction between his cock and Dabi, who just squeezed his neck harder and pushed him back down.

This caused Keigo to rake his nails down Dabi’s back, almost challengingly. He was already dizzy from the drugs, and the lack of blood travelling to his brain was only adding to their effect. He raked his fingers back up, Dabi tightened his grip, their tongues slid against each other harmoniously.

Keigo pulled away this time, panting to catch his breath. Dabi loosened his hand.

“So, you’re secretly a sick little freak, huh?” Dabi smirked at Keigo, who was still breathing pretty heavily, “I honestly should’ve guessed, I mean, you try so hard to be neutral and unassuming, figures that you’re covering up some depraved ass kinks- not that I’m complaining at all.”

“Do you always talk this much before sex?” Keigo pushed himself up off the desk, bringing his hands to Dabi’s chest and shoving him against the nearest wall. He plastered himself against the black-haired boy, placing his palms flat against the wall either side of Dabis head.

Dabi just raised an eyebrow, “Sex? Who said you were getting that lucky?”

One of Keigo’s hands left the wall, travelling down to palm at Dabi’s hard cock, “Your boner.” he simply stated. Dabi shrugged. Keigo swooped towards Dabi’s neck, planting a kiss on his adam’s apple, before moving his mouth slightly to the left and sucking a deep purple hickey into the skin there. After leaving a few more purple marks, Dabi’s hands once again found their way to his blonde hair, yanking at the back slightly, signifying what he wanted.

Keigo slowly moved down, peppering kisses along Dabi’s torso, tracing his fingers lightly over his abs, guided by the hand in his hair. When he was fully on his knees, he looked up, admiring Dabi from an entirely new perspective. He looked just like he did in Keigo’s silent fantasies.

“Go on then.” Dabi smiled down at Keigo, impossibly smug, “Put your money where your mouth is.”

The boy on his knees set to work unbuckling Dabi’s belt and unzipping his jeans, all the while staring up at Dabi through his lashes. His movements were painstakingly slow, God, Keigo adored being a tease.

Ben’s Boys was also a cover band. They were currently playing an All-American Rejects song called “Dirty Little Secret”.  Keigo wondered if Puncture had played loudly enough to be heard by all the other bands in their dressing rooms.

Keigo didn’t even have to pull Dabi’s jeans down, they were baggy enough to drop entirely on their own accord the second they were unzipped. Dabi kicked them across the floor, his combat boots still laced tightly on his feet.

“Oh shit, yeah- Keigo?” Dabi looked down with a shit-eating grin, “Don’t be too scared by what you see. It won’t hurt you.”

The lighter haired boy scoffed, rolling his eyes at Dabi’s self-absorption, “I’m sure I’ve seen dicks bigger than y- oh.” Keigo had pulled down Dabis's boxers to reveal not only his hard cock, but also the piercing on the underside of the tip of said hard cock. It was a surface bar, secured by a metal ball at either end.

“Yeah, I wasn’t on about size, sorry, pretty boy.” He frowned, “Though, to be fair, I wouldn’t say I’m exactly lacking in any way.”

“Oh, shut up.” In all honesty, Keigo did have to admit Dabi was certainly well-endowed. He was probably somewhere around 6.5 or so inches, with a decent girth.

Keigo spat into one of his hands, swiftly bringing it up to give Dabi’s cock a few pumps. He swiped his thumb over the tip, already wet with precum, then applied the precum to the rest of his dick. Dabi’s fingers were tangled in Keigo’s hair, pulling lightly. Keigo opened his mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact with Dabi as he engulfed the pierced tip into his mouth completely. He ran his tongue over the cold metal piercing, loving the textural contrast it provided. Dabi moaned above him.

Slowly, Keigo sunk his lips down along the shaft of his bandmates dick, sucking his cheeks in to create tight walls around it. He fought off a gag as he felt the tip poke the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly and began to bob his head up and down, raising his hands to grip onto Dabi’s hips, pressing harshly on the bare skin. He would pull all the way back every now and again to swirl his tongue around the tip, prodding at and playing with the piercing, smoothing over it with the underside of his tongue, gliding the tip of his tongue over the slit of the urethra, then going back to bobbing his head.

“Shit- hah- if I’d have known you- fuck- could do this so good,” Dabi strengthened his grip on Keigo’s hair, “I’d have fucking asked you- sooner.”

Unable to answer, Keigo simply hummed and pressed his tongue flat against Dabi’s cock, now moving his head at almost a similar speed to how he played guitar.

“Stop- ‘m gonna fucking cum if you keep going.” Dabi’s back arched away from the wall, Keigo sped up.

Dabi gave a sharp tug at Keigo’s hair, making him stop, “Can’t fuck you properly if you make me cum right now, can I?”

That was enough to convince Keigo, who promptly pulled his mouth off Dabi with a wet pop. He looked up at Dabi, his eyes red and watering, tears catching on his dark eyelashes.

“Fuuuuck, look at you.” Dabi untangled one his hands from the blonde’s hair and brought it to his jaw, tilting his face up and turning it from side to side, admiring him from all angles, “You’re a fucking mess, huh?” he swiped his thumb over Keigo’s lips, collecting the precum and spit coating them, before pressing it into his mouth and flattening it against his tongue, “Swallow, babe.”

Keigo didn’t break eye contact, obediently swallowing around Dabi’s thumb. He rocked back, leaning on his heels, “So what were you saying?” He grinned, “Something about fucking me properly?”

Dabi pulled Keigo up, flipping them around so he could be the one pinning Keigo against the wall, “Gimme a second first. I want a turn to have some fun.” he rested his forearms against the wall so he could move in to attack Keigo’s neck, leaving even darker purple hickeys in his wake. Keigo moaned softly into his ear.

“Look, as much as I'm enjoying this, I’m so hard it physically hurts.” Keigo was only half joking.

“God, you’re fucking needy.” Dabi pulled back to lean against the wall against only one arm, “Get your jeans off- I'm way too unfairly naked.”

Keigo wasted no time kicking his jeans and drawers off, letting them join the pile formed by all their other clothes.

Dabi then grabbed the lighter haired boy, manhandling him and bending him over the vanity desk, so his bare stomach was flat against the cold plastic. Keigo sucked in a sharp breath at Dabi’s spontaneity.

“Don’t have any condoms. You?” Dabi’s voice was filled with impatience. He watched in the mirror as Keigo shook his head, “Don’t have any lube either, I guess. Here,” he brought a hand up to Keigo’s lips, “spit.” Keigo hurriedly obeyed, unable to look at his reflection in the mirror a few inches from his face. He must look like such a whore, with the tearstains running down his cheeks and hickeys covering his neck, following every command from the boy behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut.

The blue-eyed boy now had his hand up to his own mouth, spitting in it himself, before coating two fingers in the mixture of the two boys’ saliva.

“I’m gonna stretch you out first, babe, yeah?” He waited for Keigo to nod, “Don’t shut your eyes, pretty boy, I want you to watch.”

Keigo’s eyes remained tightly closed.

“C’mon, if you don’t open your eyes, I’m gonna leave and find some other bitch- someone who’ll actually do what I say.”

Reluctantly, Keigo opened his eyes, staring at Dabi’s reflection with mock spite.

“There we go.” Dabi slowly pushed a spit covered finger into the boy below him, who immediately bit hard into his lower lip, stifling his moan.

“Hey, that’s no fun, is it?” Dabi thrust his finger in and out of Keigo at a snail’s pace, “I want the whole venue to hear you. I want the audience out there to know I made you my whore.” He added in a second finger, scissoring them inside Keigo a few times, before curling them, his fingertips lightly brushing against the bundle of nerves that made the blonde cry out.

“Shit- fuck, Dabs, do it again.”

“Stop trying to hide and I will.”

“Fuck you, you don’t own me.”

“Fine then.” Dabi pulled his fingers out completely. Keigo whined at the loss of contact, huffing as he watched Dabi turn to the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ, okay. You win, whatever. Come back.” Keigo turned around only to see Dabi stood watching him with a raised brow. He rolled his eyes, “Please.”

Dabi stared back, clearly amused, “Please what?”

Keigo sighed, “Please- fuck- I want you, Dabs, I fucking need you.” he dug his nails into the palms of his hands, “Please just fuck me already.”

“All I had to hear.” He walked back over to Keigo, “Bend over, bitch”

Smirking, Keigo resumed his prior position bent over the desk, arching his back slightly so his ass was raised higher, now perfectly aligned with Dabi’s crotch. Dabi raised a hand and brought it down hard across Keigo’s ass cheek. The blonde let out a surprised yelp, glancing back up at Dabi through the vanity’s mirror, trying desperately to mask the obvious look of pleasure on his face.

“You really are a freak, huh?” Dabi’s voice was mocking, but not unkind. Keigo’s face flushed with embarrassment

He finished stretching Keigo out, before spitting once again into his hand and pumping it over his cock, making sure to coat it as well as possible, adding his precum to the mix. He lined himself up with Keigo’s entrance, pressing his tip in slowly. He moaned as he felt the shorter man clench around him. One of Dabi’s hands once again found its way into his now impossibly messy blonde hair, the other one gripping tightly at his hip, pressing bruises into the pale skin as he bottomed out.

The cool metal of Dabi’s piercing sent jolts of electricity up Keigo’s spine, causing moans and whimpers to tumble from his lips.

Dabi began to slowly thrust, pulling himself out almost entirely, leaving only his tip still in Keigo, before pushing back in.

“Fuck, Dabs, you can go harder, man. You won’t break me.” Keigo propped himself up, resting his forearms against the table, watching Dabi’s expression in the mirror.

“So desperate for me.” Dabi cooed. He dug his nails deeper into Keigo’s hip, pulling back all the way, then quickly snapping his own hips forward, burying his cock base-deep in the guitarist. He repeated this movement, addicted to the shameless moans it drew from Keigo. He watched Keigo’s back arch further as the speed of his thrusts increased, “Watch.” he near growled, yanking Keigo’s hair to force his gaze onto the mirror in front of him.

“Dabs- Dabi- fuck so good.” Keigo seemed to have forgotten his earlier qualms about volume and was now groaning loud enough that neither boy could hear the music they had heard earlier. The sound of skin slapping against skin probably wasn’t much help in this case.

Keigo looked in the mirror as instructed. He looked completely and utterly blissed out. His pupils were still blown out to such a scale that he could barely see the yellow of his irises, and there were more tears welling up in them. His lips were swollen and parted, clumsy expletives and mutterings of Dabi’s name falling from them constantly, and his neck was covered in deep purple marks.

Another hard slap to his ass had Keigo practically screaming, delirious as pain bled into unbelievable pleasure. Tears were now running down his face.

“Holy- ngh- shit you look good.” Dabi’s voice was strained, and he was panting, but God was it sexy, “Feel so fuckin’ good.” he felt the familiar warmth growing in his gut.

“Please, please,” Keigo could hardly think, let alone speak, “don’t stop- fuck- ‘m close- please.”

“So cute when you beg.” Dabi somehow managed to thrust faster, bringing a leg up to rest his foot on a nearby chair, allowing him to angle his thrusts in a way that caused Keigo to gasp and choke out a gorgeously strangled moan. Admittedly, Dabi did think about how funny it would be if he did stop then, but he decided he’d have to leave that for another time, as he himself was much too close to finishing to enact this particular form of torture on Keigo.

“Dabs, gonna cum.” Keigo looked up in the mirror, “You?”

Dabi nodded, too busy focusing on hitting the spot that had made Keigo react so intensely with every thrust to reply.

“Fuck- please- so good.” Keigo’s moans were dangerously loud.

Dabi collected enough dexterity to talk, “Look at you, fuck. Such a pretty whore for me.”

Keigo came with a sob, mumbling Dabi’s name over and over as hot fluid dirtied his stomach and the desk below him.

Dabi felt Keigo clench around him, sending him over the edge, his cum spilling from him and into the blonde.

“Shit, Dabs, I haven’t been fucked like that in forever.” Keigo was first to regain his ability to speak clearly.

Just as Dabi went to agree, they heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“Hey? Anyone in there? I’ve got Dabi’s jacket; he left it on stage.”

Both boys turned to each other, eyes wide.

“Uh, yeah one second! I’ll be with you, just- one second!” Dabi scrambled to throw his clothes back on, followed closely by Keigo. The blue-eyed man decided it was acceptable enough to be shirtless in your own dressing room, so in order to waste as little time as possible, he left his shirt on the ground as he went to open the door, “Thanks, man, I owe you big time. Almost forgot about it.” Dabi grabbed his jacket from the host whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him.

“Oh, it’s no problem, really!” The host didn’t seem to read Dabi’s ‘please leave’ look, and instead peered around him into the dressing room, “So did everyone else go, cause...” his voice trailed off when he saw Keigo, who was stood in the centre of the room, struggling to get his jeans on over his own heavy combat boots. Keigo who’s stomach and ribs were covered in his own cum.

“Hello!” The mostly naked man waved over awkwardly, “Uh, thanks for bringing his jacket we were, um, just about to ask you to get it.”

The host smiled wryly, “Yeah... Well like I said, it’s no problem, but, uh, I’ve gotta get back now so, yeah, hopefully I’ll see you guys again soon. Tell the other I thought you were great!” and with that, Dabi slammed the door shut.

The boys burst out laughing.

“Holy shit, dude, did you see his face when he saw you there?”

“Don’t even remind me. God, I’m all sticky, can we go now?”

“Sure, yeah, we’ll take the van, but first,” Dabi held up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, “Quick fag?”

“Duh.”

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 5)

chapter title: because i wanna be your boyfriend

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1.1k words

Everything was amplified. This was the first thing Dabi noticed when he stepped onto the stage. The lights he had grown accustomed to became suns. He could feel the crowd’s excitement, their anticipation. Every sound and movement became one and separated all at once. There was no question of “what if something goes wrong” plaguing his mind. He was impossibly present, and yet still untethered.

When the music began, Dabi’s instincts took over. He didn’t even have to think. Their opening number was Poison Heart, a song Dabi could’ve sung from his grave. It was one of the first songs he’d performed with his band, far before Keigo joined. There were no words to describe how Dabi felt in the moment. He wasn’t emotional, it was more like he was part of the music.

Their audience tonight was louder than all the ones before them added together and multiplied by ten, but the members of Puncture hardly registered them. Everything besides the music had faded out, leaving them in a world fabricated by their own cacophony.

Keigo’s eyes strayed to Dabi more times than he would willingly admit. There was something addictive about the way he held himself, the way he moved, the way he manoeuvred himself in such a perfect manner, anyone who saw him must think every action of his was meticulously rehearsed, pre-planned. What was so gorgeous about him was that almost nothing was.

Dabi grew progressively wilder, damn-near prowling across the stage, shooting suggestive looks to members of the crowd, drinking in their desperate screams. His chest vibrated, the cries fuelling him. It felt as though he’d unlocked a bottomless pit of energy. He found a perfect balance between shouting and singing. A sort of melodic screaming.

Each song went by perfectly. Not even Tomura could possibly have had any complaints. They were all perfectly in time with each other, instruments were tuned to perfection, Dabi’s voice was perfectly suited to every song.

“Okay! We have one last song to perform for you guys!” Dabi’s voice seemed to ricochet through the room. He waited for the cheering to die down, “I think you guys are gonna like this one!” he looked over to Keigo, tapping his mic and cocking his head. Keigo stared back through half-lidded eyes, nodding when he realised it was a silent gesture to ask if he was ready to back the song.

“One two three four!”

Puncture began to play. Dabi lips split into a heinous smirk as he sang, “Hey, little girl,” the members had collectively agreed to perform this song with more hardcore sound than how it’s originally played, “I wanna be your boyfriend.” Dabi shrugged off the leather jacket he’d been wearing, allowing it to drop to the floor, “Sweet little girl,” the singer turned to his guitarist, “I wanna be your boyfriend.”

Keigo’s eyes widened and trained in on Dabi, staring unapologetically. Gaze still honed on Dabi, he lowered his mouth to his own mic and joined, “Do you love me babe?” Dabi traipsed towards Keigo, one hand gripping his microphone, while the other reached to outstretched fists protruding from the sea of fans before them, “What do you say?” Dabi jumped back, pumping his own fist in the air, “DO YOU LOVE ME BABE?” screams erupted at the rapid switch in energy. It was all Keigo could do not to throw his prized guitar to the floor and join Dabi, “WHAT CAN I SAY”

Keigo turned from his mic to fully face Dabi. They decided he would only sing backing for the verses, that way he could better focus on his guitar. Dabi continued to drift towards the blonde, still pausing after every few steps to stomp, jump or headbang at any parts he felt needed a physical boost. Keigo was shamelessly staring, too drugged out to care who saw his eyes travel from Dabi’s face down to where his bullet-belt met his wife-beater top. With every exaggerated movement, the top would ride up, proudly showcasing a v-line and a happy trail. Keigo wondered what that’d look like at eye level, Dabi towering above him, head thrown back, white-knuckling blonde locks and letting out sounds the devil himself would cover his ears upon heari-

Keigo was yanked from his fantasy by a touch to his jaw. Lightning seemed to dance over the affected skin. He had never been more grateful to the guitar in his for arms keeping his hands so busy. He thanked whatever God was above that they had opted for the more rowdy sound with this song, hoping it masked his shakiness as something actually intentional.

Another touch, this one slow and unmistakable, tracing from his jaw to his collarbone. Keigo whipped around to see Dabi standing behind him, slightly off to the right. The boys couldn’t pull their eyes from each other. It felt like there was a current between them, some sort of electric buzz that amplified the energy they created together. Keigo’s guitar grew impossibly louder, and Dabi’s voice strengthened. Dabi winked at Keigo and spun to face the audience, “I WANNA BE YOUR BOYFRIEND.”

Keigo stepped forward, pretended to forget he had a microphone of his own, and leant into Dabi’s mic instead, attempting to match his energy for their shared verse, “DO YOU LOVE ME BABE? WHAT DO YOU SAY?” he strummed his guitar vigorously enough to break the skin of his fingertips, “DO YOU LOVE ME BABE?” Dabi was now staring intently at Keigo, their faces separated by nothing but a mere few inches of air and the cold metal of the microphone.

Blood trickled from Keigo’s fingers, dirtying the strings he expertly played. He could hardly feel it. Up close, he could finally study Dabi’s face, his pupils blown, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, he looked positively insane. There was a sort of insatiable look of hunger behind his eyes that made Keigo’s head spin. He needed Dabi in every way imaginable. He sang with the intensity of a man sentenced to death who had been told he would be spared if his performance shook the world, as if his life hung in the quality of this performance. Keigo couldn’t bear it. It took every inch of willpower in him not to close the torturous gap between them.

The song was nearing its end. Dabi had resumed his crazed jumping, punching at the air above him, still by Keigo’s side, “HEY LITTLE GIRL, I WANNA BE YOUR BOYFRIEND” he moved impossibly closer to Keigo, “SWEET LITTLE GIRL, I WANNA BE YOUR BOYFRIEEEEND” he ended the song with his renowned scream, staring provocatively at Keigo.

Fuck willpower.

Keigo’s hands left his guitar and moved to Dabi’s face, intertwining his bloody fingers with black hair, surging his face forwards to meet the singer’s lips with his own. The crowd went wild, filling the room with cheers and wolf whistles. Dabi didn’t even take a second to react, immediately leaning into the kiss, grabbing roughly at Keigo’s face, mic still in one hand. His tongue slid from his mouth to prod at Keigo’s lips, which parted obediently.

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 4)

chapter title: make me ill

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

TW (just for this chapter)- taking of drugs, peer pressure

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1k words

Backstage, nerves were rampant. All the members of Puncture were frantically rehearsing their pieces separately, the room buzzing with anxiety.

Dabi gathered the group together in the dressing room they’d been given, “The first bands going on soon, we’re right after them. We’ve got our set down, yeah? Everyone knows our order?” he made sure everyone nodded, “Okay, we need to get at least a couple songs rehearsed while we still can. We should go over Poison Heart, EMI, and I wanna be your boyfriend. That sound good?” more nodding, “Get set up, we need to have this perfect, okay?”

“Hey! Let us in!” A group of men called from behind the door.

“What the fuck? Are we getting called to stage?” Sako asked.

“We better not be. I’ll check it out.” Keigo headed to the door.

Sure enough, a group of men stood outside- easily recognisable as the first band set to perform; Loose Screws.

“What’s up! You guys are Puncture, right? We’ve heard about you.” The man speaking comfortably squeezed past Keigo and let himself into the dressing room, motioning for his group to follow.

“Yeah my sister went to one of your shows or something, said it was a real once in a lifetime experience. Guess we gotta look out for you, huh?” Another member spoke up. Clearly these men were either ignoring the tense looks Puncture was exchanging or inebriated beyond the point of noticing.

“Anyway, we come bearing gifts!” The first man- obviously the group’s frontman- was now digging around in his pockets.

“Don’t you have to be on stage in like five minutes?” Tomura attempted to usher the band to the door.

“Yeah, yeah, chill out, okay? We’ll head out in a sec; just thought you might appreciate a little good-luck present?” The leader procured a small Ziploc baggie from his pockets, holding up gleefully, “Ecstasy! Totally gets you in the zone before a show! We all popped some in our room, had extra and felt in the giving mood, so here we are. Free of charge, duh.”

Keigo was the first to speak, “Yeah, why not, I’ll have one.”

Dabi’s eyebrows shot up at this. Keigo was the last member he’d expected to be a pill popper, it was way more likely to be Sako, he thought.

“Fuck yeah that’s the spirit! Any more takers? Come on- free pills! How often does an opportunity like this come round?”

As Keigo went up to take a pill he noticed just how dilated all of Loose Screws pupils were. They were all smiling blissfully at seemingly nothing. None of them seemed even the slightest bit nervous about performing.

“Yeah okay I’ll bite.” Tomura sauntered over to the drugged-up men, grabbing the baggie from Keigo and fishing out his own pill, “Guys, this is the boost we need. All the good bands do it”

“Fuck it, whatever, gimme one.” Dabi joined them and grabbed a pill for himself, “Sako? There’s one left.”

“Huh? Nah I’m all good. Didn’t your parents ever teach you guys not to take drugs from strangers?” Sako’s hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. He began absent-mindedly playing with the fabric.

“Dude, Sako, don’t get bitch about this, it’s one little pill. What’s the harm?” Tomura grabbed a water bottle off one of the counters, swallowed his drugs, and passed it to Dabi.

The Loose Screws’ frontman spoke up again, “No, it whatever, you shouldn’t get mad at your friend for being a quivering pussy, that’s his choice.”

“One minute.” Warned a different member.

“Look we gotta jet. Do you want or not?” The leader stared at Sako expectantly.

“Grow up, Sako, it’s good shit. Stop being a quiverer.” Tomura snatched the last pill and the water, walking over to to his hesitant bandmate, “Just fucking take it, no big deal.”

Sako looked from Tomura to the Loose Screws, still blissfully unaware, and finally over to Dabi, who simply shrugged and said, “We all took one, it’d be a bit strange if you were the only sober one.”

Sako sighed, “Fine, gimme the fucking shit.” he grumbled something about peer pressure and swallowed the pill offered to him.

“Sweet! Okay you boys have fun; I think we’re meant to be onstage right now. Good luck!” and with that, Loose Screws disappeared off to stage.

Dabi turned to Keigo, “You were quick to accept. Didn’t have you pegged as the type, really.”

“Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think.” Keigo challenged, keeping Dabi’s gaze.

“Okay, can you guys have your gay ass fight after the show, c’mon we’ve got a half hour and I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions if one of you fucks this up.” Tomura slung his bass across his body and threw his hands up, exasperated, “Are you gonna fucking practice or what?”

“What’d the guy say this shit was again? Ecstasy?” Keigo picked up his guitar, “How long does it take to hit?”

Sako looked over from where he was sat, “30 minutes, give or take.” he stood up to adjust his chair, “Or, I think so, at least. I read that somewhere.”

“Okay so we’ve got enough sobriety in us to rehearse till the very last second.” Dabi looked over at Sako questioningly.

“Yeah so why are we still talking? Count us in, Sako.” Tomura looked like he was ready strangle the next person who spoke.

“One two three four.”

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“Everyone give a hand for the Loose Screws! You guys killed it out there! Okay, up next we have a band some of you may have heard of- give it up for Puncture, everybody!”

Loose Screws’ frontman waved at the Puncture members on his way off stage, mouthing something that looked like a very enthusiastic, “GOOD LUCK OUT THERE” followed by a wink. They disappeared from sight for the second time, snickering to each other.

“Okay. Whoa, okay we got this, we’re gonna do great.” Dabi lead the band on stage, waving to the immense crowd in front of them.

Keigo marvelled at Dabi’s ability to capture an audience. Anywhere he went, he got stares of awe and admiration. The man was made of sex-appeal. Keigo hardly noticed his quickened heartbeat, his mind entirely consumed with thoughts of Dabi. He did, however, have just enough self-awareness to recognise how amazingly steady he was. He assumed his position to Dabi’s left and took a breath.

A/N- tyy so much for reading we really appreciate it

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 3)

chapter title- he just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

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Band rehearsal never tended to be uneventful. Puncture rehearsed in what should’ve been the apartment’s living room. There were no couches nor a TV in order to maximise rehearsal space, and still the members were uncomfortably cramped, their various instruments replacing the space furniture would have been allocated in any normal apartment. It usually took about 15 minutes to set up the instruments, tune them, and plug in what needed to be plugged in. Another 10 minutes would be lost to arguments over what song they would perform. Then ensued the frantic search for the right sheets. Finally, Puncture would begin to practise. Tomura was a relentless critic, always quick to call out even the slightest mistake. Voice cracks, slow or off beat members, and poorly tuned instruments never went by unannounced. He would stop playing and turn to the offender, verbally attacking, his voice laced heavily with frustration. This would cause more arguments and intensify the tediousness of rehearsal. The process, overall, would last several hours most days. On this particular occasion, after the inevitable arguments ceased, the members agreed to rehearse “I wanna be your boyfriend” a relatively well-known Ramones song.

Their next show was in a few days. They were performing in a line-up with four other punk bands: Loose Screws, Welcome To My Twisted Mind, Pink Palace, and Ben’s Boys. The show was to be held in a real venue rather than basement. Tomura’s fuse was predictably short, and tensions were at a record high. Every few minutes he’d interrupt to yell about some tiny imperfection that would go entirely unnoticed by even most trained musicians. “Oh my god, lay the fuck off, Shigs.” Dabi turned to Tomura, who was lecturing Keigo for supposedly being a beat behind the rest. Dabi had noticed that Tomura especially seemed to call out Keigo on mistakes, despite not hearing any himself. “How else is he gonna learn?” Tomura had this sort of sick snarl playing across his lips. He waited for Keigo’s eyes to meet his before continuing, “I know you’re still new here, but don’t think for a second I’m gonna ease off. You don’t get special treatment just because he,” he nodded over at Dabi, “apparently saw something in you. How strange that me and Compress never really saw it.” “Do not put words in my mouth, Tomura, you and I both know I never said anything like that.” Sako generally tried not to get involved in any arguments between the members, but he refused to allow himself to be talked about with no interjections.

Keigo had remained silent throughout the altercation, still unsure of where he stood regarding the group’s dynamic. He didn’t want to reverse whatever little progress he made with Tomura. “How are we supposed to practice if we can’t get through the song without you stopping every thirty seconds to correct something no one else can hear?” Dabi’s eyes darted from Tomura to Keigo, silently begging Keigo to finally say something. “Yeah, you know, can’t you just wait till the end of the song to say something. We’ve barely run through the whole song twice and we’ve been here for how long? Like an hour at least?” Keigo sucked in a breath after he spoke, scanning Tomura’s face, searching for any sign of a reaction. “Closer to two.” Sako chimed in, smirking at the slight surprise on the bassist’s face. “Okay, what-fucking-ever, have it your guys’ way. Just try not to cry too hard when this is the last gig you guys ever play after you totally blow it in front of the biggest audience we’ve ever had.” Tomura scoffed and turned around, making sure to shoot a death glare at Keigo as he did. Dabi cocked an eyebrow, amused by his bandmate’s immaturity. He nodded at Keigo, attempting to communicate his approval at him finally not allowing Tomura to walk all over him.

He motioned to Sako, letting him know he should count them in. Sako tapped the drumsticks together in time with his counts.

“One two three four”

The instruments came in first. Dabi used this short introduction to take a better look at Keigo. From his slightly poked out tongue, to his crinkled nose, and the way his brows were furrowed. His eyes were trained on his guitar, his face heavy with concentration. He was impeccably unruly. “Hey little girl,” Dabi kept his gaze on Keigo as he began, “I wanna be your boyfriend.”

He watched the way Keigo moved his hands swiftly along the the neck of his guitar, his fingers moving so fast it was impossible to keep up.

“Sweet little girl.” Dabi watched as Keigo looked up from his guitar and met his eyes, “I wanna be your boyfriend.” Keigo almost forgot how to play. Dabi’s gaze didn’t falter.

“Do you love me babe? What do you say?” With a wink, the singer turned back to face the front to continue the song, worried he might cause some kind of short-circuit in Keigo’s brain if he kept going the way he was. He felt Keigo’s eyes linger on him momentarily, before honing back in on the guitar in his hands. Dabi liked to pretend he didn’t see the way Keigo looked at him. He acted as though he was entirely oblivious to the guitarists blatant feelings for him. He knew the way it tormented the poor boy, he just couldn’t help but enjoy the sweet game of cat and mouse, though he hated to think of himself as a mouse. No, this was more like dog and cat. Dabi knew exactly what he was doing and could easily take control, but he was more than happy to let Keigo chase him like a clueless puppy.

It’s funny. On stage, Keigo disappears completely and becomes an entirely different person. He’s magnetic. Eyes are drawn to him. His shaggy blonde hair and lawless demeanour are intoxicating. He’s a sight almost impossible to draw your eyes from. But once he’s out the venue, he does everything he can to fly under the radar. Dabi often found himself wishing Keigo could be more like his on-stage persona, there was no reason for him to act such a hopeless pushover. He reckoned with enough subtle convincing, Dabi could force this change. “Hey.” All eyes turned to Dabi as the members began to pack up their respective instruments, “The original song has backing vocals, yeah?” “Yeah, I think so. Why?” Sako gave Dabi a confused look. They’d never had anyone sing backings in any of the previous songs that had them. “So why doesn’t Keigo sing backing?” Dabi turned to the blonde, “Come on, dude, I heard some of the stuff you did with your old band, you were backing for that guy.” “Really? I didn’t think you guys liked the idea of backings with the sound you’re going for. Thought you said something about it way back when I first joined. Did your, um, last guitarist do vocals?” Keigo really hoped no one would call him out on his blatant lie. He obviously knew their previous guitarist never backed; he had gone to basically every gig they’d ever played.

“I just think this song should have them. It’s romantic, it can’t just be me singing alone, I feel like a weirdo. Come on, please.” “I mean if you want me to I will.” Keigo’s eyes were laced with curiosity, “What do you guys think?” he turned to the other members. “It’s all the same to me. As long as we sound good and the audience enjoy our performance, I really couldn’t care less.” Sako shrugged, “Tomura?” “You guys wouldn’t listen to me anyway. Do whatever you want, it’s not like we’re gonna last much longer after this bullshit gig.” Dabi chose to ignore Tomura’s comments, opting instead to help Keigo unplug his guitar and slot it into its stand, “Okay, sweet. I’ll run shit over with you later, Keigo, yeah? We’ll have a one-on-one session.” He smirked, “I’m fucking exhausted, let’s just order food in.”

A/N: tyy so much for reading, hope u enjoyed <3

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 2)

chapter title- trust your mechanic to mend your car?

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1k words

After a more or less silent meal of egg fried rice, reheated from the night before, the 4 retired to their respective rooms. They were always halfway shattered after gigs.

Keigo woke up first. He almost always did. Despite spending most of his time with the others, he felt as though he were an imposter. He saw the way Tomura looked at him when Dabi introduced him to the band. Dabi said he generally takes a while to warm up to people, but in the 5 weeks that Keigo had spent as part of Puncture, Tomura hadn’t seemed to even make an effort in accepting Keigo as one of them.

This didn’t mean Keigo wouldn’t do everything he could to win Tomura’s acceptance. He liked waking up this early because it gave him the opportunity to make breakfast for the others. A quick look in the fridge told him the direness of Puncture’s grocery situation. Keigo flipped a piece of fan mail over to write a quick note on the back announcing that he was just off to the store and would be back shortly. He didn’t imagine anyone would be worried that he wasn’t there when they woke, but it felt like a nice gesture anyway.

There was a small convenience store about a 5-minute walk from their place. It was a lovely little shop run by a sweet old married couple. Keigo picked up most of the domestic work when he joined Puncture, so he was fairly familiar with this couple, often stopping to have a chat with them as he shopped. Today was no different. Keigo placed his basket down on the checkout counter and said hi to the old man, who began to scan his purchases. “It’s gorgeous outside today! Perfect day for a stroll through the park. The Sakura trees are finally blooming.” The old man smiled wistfully as he spoke. The skin around his eyes crinkled, a testament to the years behind him.

Keigo hummed in response, “It felt like winter would last forever.” He smiled, “We had another show last night. I think it went well! The crowd seemed to like it.” “Ah, soon you will outgrow this city. What will Mae and I do when you’re too famous to stop by for our chats!” Mae was the man’s wife. She was always dressed in floral patterns with her hair meticulously styled. The old man was called Kenji. They were the picture of love, everything any couple dreamt of becoming.

As Keigo opened his mouth to reply, the bell above the door rung. He turned to see a tall young man walk in. He looked to be maybe a few years older than Keigo, possibly in his mid to late twenties. He had cropped black hair, mussed up as though he had just rolled out of bed. His jeans were slightly wrinkled, as was his t-shirt. Keigo’s mouth fell shut, his mind blanked and he entirely forgot his response.

“Dad!” The young man strode over to Kenji, casually opening the gate to allow himself behind the counter, “I got leave from work so I could be here for your birthday.” Keigo knew it was rude to stare, but he couldn’t seem to pull his eyes from the handsome boy before him. “Yuto, you mustn’t take a holiday for something so trivial.” Kenji half-scolded the boy as he pulled him in for a hug, “Ah, Takami, this is my son, Yuto.” Yuto smiled and nodded to Keigo and extended a hand, “Nice to meet you, Takami. Sorry for interrupting.” Keigo shook the offered hand and smiled almost sheepishly, “It’s no problem at all.” He looked down, hiding his eyes from the attractive man’s face. Kenji cleared his throat from behind the counter, breaking the slightly awkward silence, “That’ll be 593 yen please Takami.” “Oh yeah sure,” Keigo replied, pulling out his card and swiping it.

He turned on his heel and left the shop, heading back to the apartment.

The 5-minute walk home passed quickly as he breathed in the crisp spring air. When he arrived back at their apartment Dabi was in the kitchen, sat at the counter typing away busily on his laptop. The dark-haired man looked up to the sound of the door closing, his signature

smirk painting his face.

“Hey, you got groceries?”

“Yeah picked them up for you guys, thought I could make you breakfast?” Keigo said, putting the fruit and bread he had bought down on the counter.

“That’s okay you don’t have to.”

“Yeah I know, want to though. Also figured it would help me win over Shigaraki.”

“Don’t worry about him, he’s always been a cunt,” he chuckled.

“Would be nice for him to at least be chill with me though,” Keigo replied, putting the milk he bought into the fridge and slamming the door shut on accident.

Tomura walked into the room, headphones on his head, his music was playing so loud it was audible by the other two men in the room.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” Dabi muttered to himself, not expecting anyone else to hear. Keigo laughed quietly to himself, he always thought that Dabi was unintentionally funny, that was one of his favourite things about him; among his many other attributes. Tomura picked up an apple off the counter without a word, storming back to his room, not sparing a glance at the two men. Though Keigo swore he heard him mutter, “fucking gay people,” before he slammed his door closed. He brushed the comment off, picking up a few slices of bread and putting them into the clearly neglected toaster. The lighter haired man turned back to Dabi.

“Do you want any toast?” “Yeah toast’s cool,” he replied, not looking up from his laptop. “I think we should start writing our own music.” he stated cooly, like it meant absolutely nothing. “Wait really?” “Yeah, seems like a good idea- I’ve been working on a few songs.” “Oh sick, would you- um maybe wanna, you know, wanna like show me sometime?” Keigo asked, trying and failing not to let his awkwardness come across. “Sure.”

It was no mystery to the group that Keigo had a huge thing for Dabi. Hell, he’d been a huge fan of the group before he joined, and more than that; a huge fan of Dabi.

A/N- tyy for reading. i'm sorry if it seems like it's starting slow but it should speed up pretty soon <£

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 1)

chapter title- have you heard about the bird?

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1k words

The lights were practically blinding. Dabi squinted at the backlit audience; they were barely visible to him through the sweat dripping from his brow into his strained eyes. He didn’t care, though. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he screamed the lyrics to “Surfin’ bird” into the mic.

“BIRD BIRD BIRD”

Dabi loved performing basement shows, the atmosphere was unbeatable, almost electric. Though he dreamed of performing for unfathomably large crowds in stadiums that swamp the entirety of the small town he came from, he vowed never to consider himself “too good” to sing in someone’s dingy basement.

“BIRD IS THE WORD”

The world around him faded away as he sung. He was engulfed by the music. His bandmates sounds boomed around him and Dabi felt as though he had been transported to a world where only him and the music existed. He was no longer aware of his surroundings, but it didn’t matter, he was completely in his element. This is where Dabi belonged, he never felt as at home as he did on stage.

“DON’T YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BIRD”

Dabi removed the mic from the stand and began to stumble about the stage wildly, singing with such intense vigour that spit flew from his lips. He staggered towards Kiego, who was playing his guitar in a similarly intensive way. Kiego turned to Dabi and Dabi leant closer to him, so their faces were mere inches apart.

“EVERYONE’S TALKING ABOUT THE BIRD”

Keigo was so immersed in his playing that he didn’t even flinch at the deafening screaming in such close proximity to his ears. His fingers moved up and down the guitars neck at an unimaginable speed. His demeanour as he played was near hypnotising. He looked careless and obsessive all at once. He bent his knees and leant back, looking up to the exposed pipes littering the ceiling as he fervently performed.

Dabi moved away from Keigo and back to the centre, this time leaning into the audience as he sung. Hands came up, grabbing at Dabi with desperation. Audience members were shoved violently by each other, everyone needing to be as close to him as they could possibly get. Dabi became increasingly unruly. He was dizzy with ecstasy. These people looked at him as though he were a god on Earth. His singing was now more equitable to screaming, but if anything, this only drew more excited shouts from the crowd. He had an untouchable stage presence. All eyes were on Dabi as he began to jump about the stage feverishly.

“A WELL A BIRD BIRD BIRD IS THE WOOOOOOORD”

As the song came to an end, Dabi let out an insurmountable scream, his chest heaving with the effort. He doubled over, panting doggishly while his bandmates finished playing. The instruments died out and Dabi straightened up, waiting for the crowd’s whooping and yelling to quieten before announcing that their set had finished.

“We have been Puncture! Don’t you forget it!”

The lights went out, the band quickly exited the stage. Although Puncture was not the biggest band in the country, they were adored by every crowd they performed for. Their gigs grew with each performance, despite them being a cover band.

Puncture’s van was parked down an alley. The band name was spray painted down the side in black, nothing else stood out about it. The white van was intensely filthy; it looked as though the members were in agreement that rain was the only sort of wash a car needed.

Dabi walked over to the driver’s door to unlock their van and Sako half jogged to the side doors, desperate to unload the weight of the entire drum set off his back, Tomura and Keigo were not far behind, Tomura with his bass guitar and Keigo with his electric. They quickly loaded their instruments into the back of their beat-up old van before climbing in alongside them and sitting on the seats in the back of the van. Dabi sat in the front seat, he owned the van and he’d be damned if one of the idiots totalled it.

The 4 of them took a moment inside to recollect their thoughts before Keigo spoke;

“We really killed it tonight didn’t we guys?” He was still slightly unsure of how to speak to the group; he was the most recent member in the group after they’d had to replace one of the members of the band due to…. unforeseen circumstances. He was good though, a nice guy and played even better than the guy he’d replaced, Dabi definitely thought so.

“Yeah probably our best performance in a whiiile, you were a little off at times though Dabi,” Shigaraki said- always the pessimist. Sako shrunk back in his seat, used to the inevitable disputes that came after gigs.

Dabi hummed, still getting over the adrenaline from the show, “no point thinking about it now Shigs.”

“Might help you next time, front man actually has to hit notes instead of just fucking screaming shit all the time.”

“Actually, and correct me if I’m wrong, isn’t screaming shit the point?” Keigo chimed in.

Tomura had no retort, “are we gonna go home or what?”

Dabi didn’t reply, just kickstarted the car and pulled out of the lot; Tomura scoffed, pulling on his headphones, he was virtually unreachable with them on. Three of the four lived in an apartment that was just as run down as the car, Keigo had a place a lot further away, but he mostly just crashed in the spare room in the others’ apartment. They had a spare room; their other band member had left pretty quickly with no warning in the middle of the night, so they had a pretty decent set up.

“You’re crashing with us right Keigo?” Dabi asked.

“Yup,” he popped the p, “as long as that’s good with you?”

“More than fine with me,” the dark-haired man replied.

“Cool with you Sako?” Hawks asked, having noticed the quiet nature he had adopted in the last few minutes.

Sako nodded, “yeah that’s okay.”

The four sat in silence for a few minute until Dabi pulled up on the street next to their apartment building.

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David Tennant and Michael Sheen at the BAFTA 2020 presenting the award for Best Mini Serie. They did it Staged style 😍

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genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

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gaerfdlield and pukichruo

Me and my (sexual) lover

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i just want to say that dental dam is a fucking awful term. who the fuck wants to go down on someone and think “this is like being a pussy dentist”. in iceland we call them töfrateppi which means magic carpet and is so much better. thanks for coming to my ted talk

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ive found that when i say “save me [x character] save me” im usually saying it about a character that has gone through something similar to what im currently going through (ie saying Save me arthur morgan when i’m coughing horribly) and it dawned on me recently that it’s essentially the same as praying to saints for intercession