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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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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ — rain, rain, wash it all away.

she was right. rain did feel nice.

pairings : tsuyu a. x gn!reader

genre : fluff, hurt-comfort

warnings : swearing

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Never in Tsuyu’s life would she think she’d fall for you. Hard. A friend she held so dearly, one that she would turn to in the midst of her busy mind, one that she would cry to, laugh with, everything. And yet here she was, heart thumping harder than it’s supposed to, hands clammy and her smile felt too stiff. Suddenly, her habit of letting her hands hang down felt weird to her, and she didn’t know where to place them.

You didn’t seem to notice though, much to her relief and disappointment. 

She hated it. Hated the way she didn’t feel as loose with you anymore, the way she felt too much or even too less for you. Her usual carefree and aloofness seemed to just run away from her grasp the moment you smiled at her, or laughed, or… anything.

Tsuyu wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the way you’ve always been present to lend a shoulder for her to lean to, or maybe the way you’d smile at her small mutters when she focused on a task. Maybe… maybe it had always been there. 

Maybe she just didn’t notice. 

But now that she did, it felt too much for her. She didn’t know what to do with them, so she tried to handle them herself.

To say that she was avoiding you wouldn’t be true to her, but she was. 

She stopped her small glances and snickers she’d share with you across the room every time someone said something funny, or the way she’d smack your shoulder with a giggle when you said a dirty joke.

Now you’re left wondering what you did so wrong, why she wasn’t smiling at you the same as before, why it was still easy for her to smile with people, and not you. 

You kept your smile, kept saying your small hi’s and hey’s to her, kept chiming those jokes she’d laugh about. You kept being yourself. So what was so wrong? It felt like the more you tried to talk to her about it, she always had an excuse. Always had to go somewhere, always had someone else call her away from you. 

And somehow, that someone would be something, something…Eijiro.

He’d throw that sneaky grin to her, one she’d smile back to, or maybe he’d say something—something so funny she’d laugh. 

You couldn’t help it. Eijiro’s a great guy, the boy inspired you a lot to improve yourself and to keep fighting. But lately, he just looks annoying in your eyes. And you hated feeling that way.

But when you accidentally hit Eijiro too hard on the face, and she comes running to him? 

“Shit– s-sorry Ei,” You gasped, rushing to his stumbling form. 

He grinned, waving a hand in dismissal while the other rubbed his cheek. “No, no! That was amazing, y/n!!” Eijiro laughed, giving you a thumbs up. 

“Eijiro,” Tsuyu ran, passing you from behind. “Are you okay…?” 

Oh God it was so hard for you to stay smiling and apologize. Maybe you should punch him again. 

You huffed, trying to hide it off as a small chuckle rather than a scoff. As you gave a last look to the two, you threw Eijiro a small ice pack with a strained smile before walking off to the locker room to change. 

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“Fucking shit,” You muttered, trying to hide the venom dripping from your voice. Your hand harshly shoved your training shoes into the locker, breaths heavy, hot. You didn’t even know who you were cursing out. Not one of them was even in the wrong, not in the slightest.

“Can’t even— fucking–” 

The locker clasped, briefly trapping a small flesh of your skin, pinching it sharply. 

“Agh! Bastard—!!” You winced, sucking the finger as an attempt to comfort it. 

You huffed, kicking yourself onto the small bench in the middle of the aisle. Your heart thrummed, drumming against your chest like it shouted for itself. It ached, it hurt. Badly. Worst thing is, you can’t even do anything about it. Who were you to be jealous of someone who’s not even yours to claim?

Eijiro’s heavy steps soon came close, before a calloused hand was placed onto your shoulder. 

“You did great today, y/n. Don’t worry ‘bout punching me,” he chuckled, patting your shoulder lightly. 

“..Fuck off.” You muttered, harshly standing up to trudge toward the exit. 

He stood there, his grin frozen to confusion as his hand still hovered over where your shoulder used to be at. Bringing his hand to scratch his cheek, “...Okay, I guess..”

Your boots trudged against the concrete floors, breaths heavy and labored as you painfully tried to hide your boiling feelings, or the way your face scowled so deeply, you might need to iron it out later. 

Tsuyu’s eyes followed your form. You saw it, felt it tingling by the side of your face. You wanted to smile, to grin at her again, but you just couldn’t. It felt like climbing a mountain to smile at her. 

Okay maybe it didn’t. Not with her adorable eyes looking to you like she was always ready to listen to you, or the way her lips were always shaped into a small pout you loved so much—too much. You couldn’t stay mad, not when you hear that small ‘ribbit’ every time she says something. You just can't help but be angry at yourself.

But by Tsuyu’s eyes, it looked like you were angry at her. 

Your eyes glanced at her in a way she wasn’t used to. Not that same smile and light hearted chuckle you’d let out as you waved to her. No, they looked at her like you wanted her gone.

For a second she reached out, yet your steps were fast, angry, like you didn’t want her near you. So she stopped, letting her hand fall back to her side.

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One night, you had enough. 

The class laughed and chattered along, giggling at the movie playing by the T.V. 

All night your eyes had only glanced to the right or at your phone, shoulders tense and jaw clenched. It’s like even your head refused to turn to the left, knowing she probably sat by him, giggling softly under her breath as he whispered something to her ear. And you couldn’t see it. Couldn’t bear to. 

So you stood up, almost too suddenly. Hanta even asked where you were going, and you muttered, “Out.” Short, simple, sharp. 

You needed it..

Needed out, some breath of fresh air. 

Needed to calm yourself down from whatever demon’s tugging on your nerves.

You hoped she noticed, hoped she didn’t. Hoped that she could at least just call out your name, hoped she just stayed silent. 

With fast, strained steps, you found yourself outside. Dark was the night, loud and silent with the rain and thunder, and no one to talk to. Your heart pounded in your chest, clawing by your chest, begging to scream out. 

“This is ridiculous.” You muttered to no one, letting the water drip from your forehead to your nose. 

“Stupid feelings—” 

Your throat felt tight, like it clenched to your neck, strangling you to coax out your cries.

“Stupid, stupid!!” 

“I hate them, I— I hate her!!!” 

For a second you felt a presence, steps stopping behind you as if hesitant to approach. 

“What…?” Tsuyu’s voice softly whimpered. The rain almost felt like it stopped, and if it didn’t, it fell silent to your ears. None of the loud pitter-pattering to the ground and the roof, the world narrowed and silenced for her. 

“Y-you didn’t… you didn’t mean that… right..?” Her eyes narrowed, searching into yours. 

A breath hitched in your lungs, refusing to come up. And your head screamed for you to say sorry. 

“Leave me alone,” Your mouth betrayed, refusing to turn and look at her. 

She mumbled a noise, like you had punched her. “N-No..”

Your head snapped to her direction, your body following suit. “What the fuck do you even want, Tsu?”

“First you avoided me for no reason, now you’re refusing to just leave me alone?” You scoffed, your face twisting to a frustrated smirk. 

The small wide eyed girl flinched, her pout turned to a small frown, as if not used to seeing you like this. Thunder clapped above the two of you, “It— it’s not like that!!” She cried out, her voice breaking with the rain.

A laugh escaped your lips, disbelieved. 

“I mean it, y/n, please!!” 

“I…I was just scared, okay..?!”

“Scared..?” You echoed, eyebrows stitching together closer. “Scared?!” So did your steps. Your finger pointed to her, holding back the venom you were dripping with. “You pushed me away!! And what?”

“All for a boy?!” You scoffed again, pushing her shoulder. “I thought you were better than that, Tsu!!”

“It’s not about Eijiro!!!” She shouted, her head ducked down, rain dripping from her bangs, her fists clenched so tight to her sides they trembled.

“I don’t like him like that, o-okay?! I like…”

“I like you…”

Almost a whisper.

Just enough as a whimper. 

The rain silenced again. Your eyes refuse to look at anything, not even acknowledging the water dripping from your lashes into your eyes, they only narrowed down to her. 

Her. Clenching herself by her arms, shivering from the cold, water glistened her skin as it gleamed softly under the floodlights. Her dark green hair slick to her face, her small shoulders shaking softly with each and every sob she held back. Her.

Sobbing. For you.

Because of you. 

And your mind is alarmed again, screaming the same tune, telling you to apologize. 

“I.. I was scared, okay..?” Tsuyu croaked, her small, shrill voice breaking more and more. “I was scared you’ll… push me away… s-so—”

“..So you pushed me away first?” You cut, not with a shout, no. A murmur. Small, hesitant, hurt.

With reluctance, she nodded, “I-I’m sorry.. I.. I was just..”

You stayed silent. Not because you didn’t know what to say, but the fact she was so clueless. Clueless that you like her back just as much, if not more. 

You’d do anything just to hear her say she liked you. 

“I like you too.” You mumbled, sounding more like a grumble. “I like you too, Tsu.” Just in case she didn’t hear it. 

“H-huh..?” 

“..I like you, ugh.. do I have to keep saying it?” You complained, throwing your head to the side. 

And she giggled. That sweet little giggle you love so much, finally landing in your ears, for you to hear. Not Eijiro, not anyone, she giggled because of you once more. “Y-you do..?”

“Yeeess,” You sighed, combing your hair back in frustration, trying your hardest to hide the warm tingling feeling creeping up your neck. Your eyes glanced at her, covering her mouth as she giggled softly, the sound merging with the rain’s melody. God, all you could do was smile. As much as you refused to, your lips quirked up, smiling softly at her giggles. 

“Happy now?” You grinned sheepishly, kicking the rocks beneath your feet.

“Mhm,” She smiled, stepping closer. Her hands clasped behind her as she did, eyeing you curiously from below. 

Your eyes found her form once more, smiling at you as she stepped closer. Suddenly the rain fell warm on your cheeks, cold on your clammy hands.

With a puff of air, you pulled her close, hands wrapping by her shoulders and her waist. 

Rainy days have always been Tsuyu’s favorite. 

It may be yours too, now.

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pairings : tamaki a. x metalhead!reader

warnings : none!

a/n : reader is neuutraall!!

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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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The firelights licking away her tears

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Jinx singing Pomme's verse

Ekko looking at Jinx like she's his whole word

Jinx's smile being that of peacefulness after Ekko hugs her

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✮⋆˙— the gods favor you, mortals!

the gods sure are hard to please, yet these particular mortals have their interest.

ft. eijiro k., hanta s., izuku m., katsuki b., kaminari d., tenya i.

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Kratos smiles down on Eijiro and his persistence on being better, stronger. But not just for his own benefit, no. Eijiro seems to always push himself to the limit or even beyond just to improve himself so that he could help those around him. His ambition of being someone who can help others strikes Kratos’ interest. It’s not often the cruel and gruesome god sees someone using their strengths for something… beneficial. Sure, strength and murder? Expected, common even. But strength and kindness? Now that’s something he’s new to. 

Hanta’s bright smile shone through the clouds to reach Dionysus’ eyes. He loved seeing his wide grin, it’s as if this human was made in his image, for his eyes to see. A laughter so loud it echoed in his ears like a melody. Hanta’s tendency to always crack jokes and the way he yearns to hear people laugh tugs all the right strings in Dionysus’ heart. How could he not? The mortal is the epitome of fun and madness, laughter and sorrow, all combined into the perfect mixture of lawful chaos.

Hera is tough, but her walls crept down for Izuku. The mortal devotes himself to the core. From the moment he cried himself to sleep for not having any specialties, till the moment he throws himself to danger in slivers of hope of saving his friend, she witnessed it all, and she smiled. Such a loyal boy, Athena had missed her chance in not favoring him simply because he looked weak. Look at him now! And even in all his glorious strength now, he still devotes himself to train, and better yet? That chin of his is always kept down, and his hands are always open for those in need. 

Katsuki always had Ares’ name written all upon him, yet Athena saw him first. Fists and scowls were what Katsuki was, yet the goddess saw past that—she saw his ambitions. Beyond that fury and his burning eyes, Katsuki’s goal was to become what Athena exactly searched for; a warrior. Someone who aims for nothing but the best, and she basks in that. He does not stop for anyone, doesn’t give a second thought to act. Although some will view him as reckless, Athena’s eyes see consistency and certainty, and that’s exactly what she needs.

Thunder might be what Kaminari brings, but his name is not called upon Zeus’ lips. The boy strikes a chord in Hermes’ smile. The god swears he sees himself in the mortal, always jumping from place to place, with all topics to speak of on his tongue, as if he himself was the god of messenger. Hermes lives for chatterboxes—those people who exist and people shall smile, and not just that, he lives for someone who will always be there for everyone, in joyous celebrations or quiet mourns; and Kaminari ticks those boxes and more on his list.

From the moment Themis laid her eyes on Tenya, she knew the boy pleads for justice in his very breath. His whole existence was built by himself upon order and equality, even his motivation to become a hero was to bring justice to his brother’s name. Justice does not caress the heart, yet it brings satisfaction to those who have lost. Themis’ lips curled into a smile as the mortal who so badly upheld his reputation of being someone who shall avoid violence at all cost. And yet, when grief sliced his tongue like a bastard, he did not scream for mercy—he called for justice, for her.

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