Would You Still Love Me Again?

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˚.🎀༘⋆ radio romance h. shinso

i've been thinking about shinso working at a radio store and visiting him at work a lot lately so i wrote a lil drabble about it

the purple-haired boy perked up at the dinging of the door, announcing a customer's arrival. as he looked up, a grin graced his face upon his eyes landing on the love of his life.

he chuckled to himself as you began to browse through the records, pretending like you weren't there to greet your boyfriend.

"can i help you?" he asked, walking up to you and leaning against a nearby crate containing music.

"looking for something to impress a cute boy," you replied with a soft grin, still pretending not to know him.

"oh, yeah? what's he like?" he inquired, playing into your game.

"y'know, purple hair, quiet, kinda grunge vibes, works at a radio store, that kinda stuff," you describe your boyfriend, continuing to browse through the records.

"hm. he sounds familiar," shinso comments, trying to see how far you'd go with this bit.

"yeah? maybe you know him. maybe he works with you," you playfully suggest, finally going to look at him.

"yeah, maybe," he laughs softly before gently pressing his lips to yours.

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short drabble for tomurararara :)

“Happy birthday,” You chuckled, tipping your shot glass, the clear golden liquid swirling softly inside it.

“I bought some new games, Tomu.” A huff of chuckle escaped your lips as your gaze fell to your glass, your hand idly swirling the alcohol in it. "I bet you'll like it."

Then you looked up, a bitter smile gracing your lips.

“You'll never age, huh?” 

Your eyes meet his framed picture, that same sulk on his face, his crimson eyes that always seemed to peer into your own's, that same messy white hair framing his face, eyes sunken deep into his skull. Just how you remembered him.

Just a sliver of him, a memory of what he was. Stuck in time.

Maybe if the world wasn’t so cruel, you’d meet him in another path. Maybe, just maybe, in another life, he’d be smiling at you right now, and you’d clink your glasses together to laugh about your lives.

Maybe in another life, he'll age.

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a/n: kinda late but........ happy birthday tomura :DD

No because I need you to PLS make a Tamaki (mha) x metal head reader headcanons!! IM DYING TO SEE ONE especially from how u write ur story’s :3

BYE!!

ANONN sosorry it took me so long to fulfill this request! yesyesyes absolutely THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! THANK YOU!!

𝄞 ── headbanging 101

pairings : tamaki a. x metalhead!reader

warnings : none!

a/n : reader is neuutraall!!

➤ masterlist!

About time! Slipknot’s hosting a tour and is coming to town, and your finger is hovering over your touchpad, ready to click the button you have been saving up for. This is my moment!

“Is that… a concert…?” A soft voice called from behind, shy and timid, almost hesitant to ask. You swerved your body to the table behind you, where Tamaki sat, fidgeting along his hair while his eyes immediately darted to the table. You smiled, nodding fervently. “Mhm! Slipknot’s touring here!!” 

His eyes glanced to the laptop screen again, registering the faces of the band members, covered with inhuman-like-masks. “Oh… th-that’s the band?” He asked again, his tone cautious, almost like he’s scared to make you offended.

You snickered, turning your head briefly to look at your laptop before going back to him. “It’s just masks, but their songs are really good, Tamaki, you should give them a listen!”

Tamaki pondered for a moment, chewing softly on his bottom lip before he shook his head. “I don’t really… listen to metal,” You snickered as you rolled your eyes, waving your hands dismissively. “Don’t really, right? So you’ll listen to it?” You grinned, wiggling your eyebrows.

The raven haired boy pursed his lips as he thought for a moment, before he could even form a single thought, you perked up. “What if I make you a small playlist!” 

“...Playlist? …F-for me..?” 

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips at his seemingly anticipated answer. “Mhm!” You gasped, another idea popping into your head, “As a trade, you’ll introduce me to the songs you listen to!” 

And for once, he shyly looked into your eyes. His smile was small, almost appreciative, adoring yours. He huffed a small, shy chuckle as he nodded. “O-okay,” 

“B-but..!! Please don’t put songs that are… too hard..” He added, awkwardly requesting his wishes. You smiled, nodding as you held a thumb up to him, “I’ll give you some baby level metals, Tama” You reassured, snickering. He looked away, a tiny smile dancing upon his lips. 

Tamaki first nervously fidgeted the volume buttons on his phone while he debated on whether or not he wanted to play metal songs on his headphones.

But as he was still debating whether or not, his finger nervously taps on his phone, and accidentally played a song.

Got startled like… “AH!” as he jumps from his bed, cowering from his phone like a cat.

Almost groaned, muttering stuff like "Ugh... this is so loud.."

BUT THEN he hears the guitars playing, and boy did that hook him up.

He loved hearing the way the guitars and the drums would correspond to each other, and sounded like they were both a dance, swerving through the dancefloor in harmony.

Without him realizing, he started bobbing his head to the songs you had put into the playlist, and clicked the like button to save some.

Sure, some songs you had put weren't really to his liking, they felt messy and loud, but most of them were a newfound gold to his ears.

Snuff by Slipknot became one of his first favorites, along with a rather contrasting one, Throne by Bring Me The Horizon.

Two days later, he approached you and fidgeted with his fingers, biting his lip slowly before he softly spoke up; "D-do you have... any other songs...?" All while his eyes trained to his shoes, while his toes curled and uncurled nervously inside it.

You smiled, bending down to meet his gaze. "You liked the songs?"

He nodded softly, pulling his hair down to cover his reddening face, he muttered softly, "Y-yea... I guess..." while swaying his body left and right.

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➤ masterlist!

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⋆˚࿔ in the near future

when window shopping at the mall with your boyfriend hanta sero takes a unexpected turn

contains: f!reader, minor drug use, established relationship, fluff

authors note: this is shorter than i wanted it to be </3

word count: 1010

hanta doesn’t know how he ended up here.

it was supposed to be a casual saturday with this favorite girl in the world.

when you suggested that the two of you take a trip to the mall, mostly so you could window shop, —while he secretly kept a mental note of everything that caught your eye for later reference —he had no right to say no.

and when you also suggested taking the edibles that had been sitting at the bottom of the junk drawer for two days and eating them right before the mall trip his heart melted. he’s definitely with the right girl.

okay, so maybe hanta does know how he got here.

but this.. this is new, uncharted territory for him. for the both of you.

hanta adjusted his half slouched position, careful not to possibly mess up the intricate stitching on the cushions or accidently stain the elegant rug beneath his beat up adidas sambas.

the room was fairly spacious. beside him a wide full length mirror, was two thinner mirrors protruding from its side— which he (correctly) assumed was used to check yourself out from multiple angles. two lights hung from the top of the mirrors, shining down onto the pedestal in front the mirror like a dedicated spotlight.

before him was a white curtain. and behind it—

“hanta..” you called from behind the mysteriously alluring sheet, sounding unlawfully similar to a sorcerer casting a lovebound spell.

he blinked out of his over observant trance, skin glowing warm as a reaction to your voice.

fifteen minutes ago, he was sharing a beautifully buttery soft pretzel with you. ten minutes ago you pointed out a particular shop, one he had never even noticed before.

“come on hanta! it’ll be fun!” you pleaded.

and call hanta a sucker (because he is one) but he didn’t even give it a second— or first, really —thought.

he’ll blame the weed for that later.

you spend a while with the consultant at the front desk where hanta learned that you’re a concerningly good liar.

and now here he was. long fingers pulling back the curtain in which you stood behind.

“help me with the back?” you glanced back at him, hair tossed to one side of your neck as you held the dress up in front to prevent it from slipping down.

hanta nodded cautiously, taking a careful step toward you.

“7 years?” hanta teased, recalling your conversation with the worker as he took a stance behind you. the familiar warmth from his hands instantly radiated your skin as he kept a firm, but delicate, grip on your back. his fingertips pressed into the blades of your shoulders and you heard a soft zurrrt admitting from the zipper.

you grinned, “call me a prophecy.”

a small laugh escaped hanta lips and your smile grew wider. you now realized how the edible made everything feel softer— like the edges of the world had blurred just enough to allow the good moments to sink in deeper.

hanta took a step back, hand slowly departing from you. his eyes scanned down your body slowly like he didn’t wanna forget anything about the way you looked right in this instant. “you—“ he paused to cough away the slight raspy in his voice, “you should look.” he gestured back out toward the spotlight of the dressing room.

you nodded, picking up the dress from its sides and waddling out from behind the curtain onto the lit up pedestal. when your gaze finally met your own in the mirrors reflection, you stilted.

the dress was simple, strapless, and effortlessly elegant— soft fabric flowing down in gentle waves that brushed the floor like a sea's daily meetings with its shore. lace details traced the bodice and edged the hem. the white fabric sparkled, like it was made to bask in the sunlight and flow to the rhythm of slow dances.

like it was made for you.

“woah.” your voice was submerged in awe. you were careful, ghosting the tips of your fingers over the material of the dress, not wanting to risk messing it up.

you’ve never seen yourself like this before, never really imagine it either. there’s a feeling of wonder fluttering beneath the surface of your skin, flickers of questions tickling your consciousness along with it. it felt so good in a way you couldn’t quite describe with just words.

“yeah.” hanta spoke up from close behind you. his eyes followed the trail of the wedding dress as he took a step closer, rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide the stupid grin spreading across his face. “am i supposed to be seeing this?” he joked lightly. his hands found themselves comfortably on the small dip at your hip, his head leaning beside your temple as he looked at you through the mirror.

“you’re not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony..” you played along, hoping it would help you calm down from the fact that you felt like an literal angel.

“hm, i see why.” hanta’s grip on you tightened, just barely. his voice dropped, coated in a soft layer of truth. “you look beautiful. so unbelievably beautiful.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, then the tip of your ear, and then took a step back. “now you gotta spin for me.” he said, grinning ear to ear. “come on babe.”

you rolled your eyes but complied, picking up the sides of the gown and granting your lovestruck boyfriend the full 360 view.

within a second, hanta’s hands were on you again, head buried in the crook of your neck as he held you close. you could feel the way his lips quirked up on your skin as he muttered a quiet, “insane.”

maybe this moment, this dress, belonged to some future version of you— to both of you.

maybe hanta didn’t know exactly how he managed to get with the girl of his dreams. and he definitely didn’t how he’d get to a more official version of this moment in the future.

and maybe this moment wasn’t destined or now, but it was for later, and hanta knew that for sure.

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