How to Be A Stripper (Bakugou x Reader) AU

One Tequila Please

My hand softly grasped a notebook full of songs. Tears softly ran down my cheeks. "I hate you Danny..." I whispered softly.

Inside, my heart couldn't help but feel something missing. It felt like a hole had been punched through it. Yet, the hollow muscle continued to beat.

It burned so much... why did it burn...?

Without realizing it, I had dropped my book. I bent down to reach and when I stood back up my roommate walked in.

"Hey Akie... what's wrong...?"

She frowned and was holding her hands together. She fumbled with her hands and looked up while forcing a smile. "We have to move..." she said softly.

With widened eyes I walked over to hug her. "What happened...?" My eyebrows furrowed as I rubbed her back.

"M-my grandma... the landlord died. She left it to my aunt and she's selling the place. We have to move..."

My eyes froze with realization. I opened my arms and embraced my friend and let her cry in my arms. My eyes were still wide open. We were moving... but... but where...?

"Y/n...?"

"Yes, Akie?"

"I want to live alone for a bit..."

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"And that's how I got here!" I exclaimed to the elderly woman next to me. She nodded with a sweet smile.

"Why did you decide to move to New York, young las?" she asked. She reminded me of Akie's grandma... so sweet.

"Well, I decided to follow my dream in singing! But I kind of have no where to stay... So I need to find a job soon! So I plan on working as like some sort of singer for a café I guess."

"Aw, that sounds lovely. It reminds me of my grand son little Cinnamon."

"Oh... that's a cool name!" I smiled while sweat dropping. I didn't want to sound rude... but was he maybe a drag queen or wanting to go full on female...? Maybe it's just a nickname.

"Oh yes...! He's going to grow up to be a fine young man. I just hope he finds a nice job instead of being one of those butt naked girls who shake their naked boosies for money!"

Okay. Probably not a nickname.

Time Skip: end of plane ride

Ahhhh. That was one long plane ride! I stretched as I walked out of the airport and got a taxie to the outside of a café I found online. "Coco's Coco..." I read allowed. "Well, I might as well try it!"

Failure.

It was all failure.

Every single one of those cafés said they didn't need some sort of singer or entertainer. They just wanted me to leave! I pouted as I dragged my luggage behind me.

It was dark, cold, and I had nowhere to go. "Booty lord, please save my fine ass..." I whispered.

I stopped in front of a black painted building with an open sign on it. "Close enough," I shrugged. Me and my annoying wheelie suitcase went in and I sat myself down in a chair at the bar table thingy that all clubs have. "I'd like one tequila please," I sighed, closed my eyes, and rested my forehead in my hand.

"Sure thing."

When I opened my eyes I met face to face with a man standing in front of me with a sleeveless black button up shirt. He had this blonde hair and crimson red eyes.

A soft laugh escaped my lips as he put the drink down in front of me with a clink.

"What are you laughing at snot nose?"

A smile played on my lips as I tried to contain my giggle. "Aren't you supposed to check my ID?"

"Aren't you supposed to use your ID at the front to get into this place?"

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to think why would they do that. Then, I realized my surroundings.

A remix of Lady Gaga was playing over speakers and I heard people cat calling behind me. With a swift movement on my swivel chair I turned around to face what it was behind me.

Ladies wearing revealing clothes while lip syncing to songs. I could work with this.

A big smile was plastered on my face as I greeted the blondie again. "You guys offering a job here?"

"What? Are you one of those bimbos who shake their naked asses for money?"

Why is everyone bringing that up today...?

I cleared my throat and put on a brave face. "No! Of course not! I just want to sing. I've been searching all day for a job that would get me a singing gig, but every place I went to rejected me. Now, tell me where the owner of this place is, so I can get myself a job."

I have never felt so determined in my life. Maybe it was the fact that I was drunk on the fact that I needed a job, or the music is corrupting my mind. All I know, is that this is my last resort.

"She's in the back."