#tamon phantom busters

[kurtiness]

art style practice

[barobarokyun]

Happy birthday to my totally non- fictional boyfriend

[party-rocker]

Tamon being a Vocaloid producer and a Vtuber fan was NOT on my bingo card

[kurtiness]

Tamonn

[kaiyusushi]

HELLOOOOOO i love tamon from phantom busters, i would be sooo so so happy if u wrote any x reader stuff w him 💞💞💞 its totally up to u what or how u write it, but mayyybe something like tamon gives the reader a ride on the back of his bike and its all cute and reader wraps their arms arms tamon HEHEEEEEEE BUT ANYWAYYYYY ALL UP TO U THANK U SMMMMMM 🩷🩷🩷

# JUST DON'T FALL ASLEEP ON ME

sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : In which, Tamon gives you a ride on his bike

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Tamon x Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 678

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : tamon does not have social anxiety mode activated with you

ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ? : nope, from the scratch

ᴀ/ɴ : This one Is for you dear Tamon lover (I'm grinding rn, might post a one piece imagine later loll)

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The reason you ended up on Tamon’s bike?

Simple.

You owed him a favor.

It started with a text.

“I need you to pick something up for me. Now.”

No “please.” No explanation, Just pure Tamon energy!

You’d promised you’d help him out whenever he needed it, something about him covering for you when you’d ditched class to see that new movie.

“Ugh, fine,” you mutter, typing back a confirmation before shoving your phone in your pocket.

The pickup spot was on the other side of town. Far enough that walking would take an hour, too far that buses didn’t run this late.

And of course, you’d forgotten your own bike at home.

You’re standing on the curb, tapping your foot and wondering if you can convince a stranger to give you a ride, when you hear it.

The familiar sound of tires on asphalt.

You turn.

Tamon’s bike skids to a stop right in front of you.

“Get on,” he says, not even looking at you as he adjusts his grip on the handlebars.

“Wait, you said I had to pick it up myself!”

“Changed my mind. The place closes in twenty minutes. Hop on.” he pointed his head on the backseat of his bike

And that’s how you ended up here.

On the back of his bicycle.

Cruising through the quiet evening streets as the sun paints the sky orange and purple.

“Did you really have to wear sandals?” Tamon asks, glancing back for half a second before focusing on the road again.

“They’re comfortable!”

“One wrong move and you’ll slip right off the pedals.”

“I’ll be careful!”

You shift your weight, trying to find a good position, and promptly lose your balance, wobbling sideways.

“HEY!”

Before you can even react, Tamon’s reached back with one hand to steady your arm, his grip firm. (Hwjwjskwjow)

“Stay still, will you?” he snaps, but his voice is softer than usual.

“Sorry,” you mumble, gripping the edge of his shirt.

A few minutes pass in silence. The only sounds are the bike’s wheels and the distant hum of traffic.

You lean forward a little, resting your chin on his shoulder without thinking.

“…What are you doing?”

“Tired,” you yawn. “Your shoulder’s convenient.”

“Don’t even think about falling asleep,” he warns. “I am not carrying you.”

“M’not gonna fall asleep…”

You definitely start to fall asleep.

Your eyes drift shut, your breathing slows, and you feel yourself slumping further against him.

Then Tamon hits a small bump in the road, jostling you awake.

“Hey!” he says, a hint of laughter in his voice now. “Wake up. We’re almost there.”

“Just… five more minutes…”

“No. Sit up straight. Or at least hold on properly instead of using me as a pillow.”

You groan but do as he says, though instead of letting go of his shirt, you wrap both arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

“Better?” you mumble.

He goes quiet for a moment. Then

“…Yeah. Better.”

When you reach the spot, he slows the bike to a gentle stop. You reluctantly let go, sliding off and stretching your legs.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Tamon just shakes his head, but there’s a small smile on his face.

“Next time, wear shoes that make sense. And get more sleep.”

“Next time, just text me earlier!” you call back as you head toward the shop door.

Before you go in, you turn around.

“Hey, Tamon?”

“Yeah?”

“…Can you wait for me? I don’t wanna walk back alone in the dark.”

He adjusts his bike helmet, grinning slightly.

“Of course. But if you fall asleep on me again, I’m leaving you here.”

You know he wouldn’t.

And when you come back out ten minutes later, he’s leaning against his bike, scrolling through his phone, but he puts it away the second he sees you.

“Ready?” he asks.

You hop on the back, wrapping your arms around him again, this time, fully awake and holding on just like he’d asked.

“Ready.”

As you start moving again, you hear him say, almost too quiet to hear over the wind:

“…You can rest your head if you want. Just don’t actually fall asleep this time.”

You smile, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Deal.”

[barobarokyun]

Shooting Stars

Your first kiss with Tamon Kotaro

Content: fluff, possibly ooc (sorry :/), gn! reader

The first time you guys kissed was after he confessed his feelings for you. It was about eleven months since you first met, eight since he first saw your face. He looked like he was about to throw up (spoiler alert– he was)

The fact that you and Tamon even managed to get this close emotionally and physically, was a miracle. He’d never been great with living people– especially not with ones as drop dead gorgeous as you. Which is why you guys got close in the way you did. See, Tamon never planned to meet you. At least not on purpose.

When you guys first met you didn’t meet face to face. No. You met voice to voice. You were having a bad day and hid in a desolate spot on the rooftop. You were all alone up there. No one to disturb you… Or so you thought. Sigh. Sigh? That wasn’t you. It was someone else. Usually you wouldn’t mind the company but today you really just wanted to be alone, devoid of human interaction. So you just kept quiet. Whoever it was couldn’t see you from where you were anyways so why bother. Until… ACHOO! Fuck. Turns out hayfever doesn’t just make spring a living hell, it also gives away your hiding spot. “Hello?”, the voice of the mystery person speaks up. It’s soft– different from what you were expecting. From then on the rest was history. The next couple of encounters between you guys were the same. You hid, your voice and thoughts the only thing you left vulnerable in front of him. Little did you know the reason this mystery person was so comfortable with you was because he thought you were… a ghost?

Fast forward to now. The two of you in your usual spot. The tranquil, serene rooftop.  You find your hands gripping into the bench the both of you are sitting on– some of your fingers picking at your nails subconsciously. You’re sitting right in front of him, the sun highlighting your perfections and imperfections. But it didn’t matter. To him the only thing he could see was your perfectly soft lips and your dazzling eyes. 

“Taro, relax”, you let out a small chuckle as you brushed your fingers through his fluffy hair. Your words didn’t help much though. His breath hitched even further at the sound of you uttering his name.

He tries to slow his breathing as his gaze never falters from your lips. You eventually notice and form a small smirk. “If you’re gonna stare you might as well just kiss me” “What?!”. His eyes widen as a not so small blush creeps up his face. It’s clear you caught him by surprise– and honestly? You shocked yourself quite a bit. You’re not usually this bold, but something about the closeness between you too and the sound of your breathing syncing grants you some courage. “You heard me” “Kiss. Me”. Your voice doesn’t falter as you inch closer to him. You’re a hair’s distance away from each other when you decide to pull back. He doesn’t seem like he’s ready for this and you don’t mind waiting. So why be pushy? But before you have time to complete your action “Mr. Jitters and Shivers” himself leads his hands towards your jaw before taking a deep breath and pecking your lips gently.

Oh. My. God. 

It may have only been a tiny smooch, but from someone like Tamon Kotaro? It was essentially the first step to marriage. 

He pulls away, his hands still caressing your face out of fear you may change your mind and turn back. You give him a small smile as the flittering feeling in your stomach doesn’t seem to be leaving any time soon. “Oh, umm” he finally lets go of you though his glare keeps its hold on you. “Sorry, you probably didn’t like that did you…”. His eyes finally look away from you and move towards the ground. You don't respond; you can’t. Your mind is still buzzing from the kiss. 

“Kotaro…”. He turns towards you, the rambling under his breath continuing. “I’m sorry, really, I sho-”, you stop him. Not with your words. Not with your hands. With another kiss. It's deeper, more intimate. This time you finally get a say in what happens. Your hands move to his head to guide a few strands of his hair behind his ear.  You beam a little as you feel his ears and cheeks heat up. Cute. His hands start to retreat back as butterflies start to spread from his stomach to the rest of his body. But again, you stop him. You grab his hand, guiding it to your waist so they wrap around you. You can feel his body stiffen and you snicker softly.

He pouts when you stop. As soon as he was getting used to it you moved away inspecting his face and reactions. “Why’d you stop?”, he frowns at the feeling of his lips no longer intertwined with yours. You giggle at his small protests. “I’m sorry” you peck his cheek to calm his complaints. “That’s not enough”, his sulk remains though a small grin emerges slightly. “What-”. He draws closer to you again, his hand placed firmly on your hips as he moves you until you’re practically on his lap. Your lips and his continue to wrap around each other as if they’re searching for something. You actually manage to get your tongue in your mouth, but it was too much for him. The warm feeling making him melt a little

“You-”, he looks at you stunned by your actions. “You’re so cute” you snort at his wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth. You embrace each other for a minute, smiling at each other. Surrounded by a comfortable silence, you lean into his shoulder. Surprisingly he speaks up first.

“What now?”,you look up. “What do you mean?”, the confusion on your face seems to make him a bit more anxious. “I mean” “Are we dating?”. Your brows furrow at the thought. You feel a warm sensation form near your heart as you answer quietly. “I mean only if you want us too”. “Yeah” “I’d like that”. He has a pleased look on his face as he admired you.

“I love you”. He kisses the top of your head avoiding your gaze.

“I love you too” you kiss his forehead in response.

Thanks for reading

[vanillaadots]

Helloooo!!! Can I get ypu thoughts on Zaki with a reader that's like the perfect student on the outside but on the inside is a huge nerd and loves anime like him

hope I cooked 🙏

The library was drenched in late-afternoon light, its silence heavy and expectant. You sat at your usual table, posture flawless, uniform crisp, the very image of composure. Teachers adored you, classmates admired you, and no one ever suspected that beneath the perfect-student mask beat the heart of a full-blown anime nerd.

Your psychology textbook lay open, but tucked inside was Attack on Titan Volume 20. Levi’s fight against the Beast Titan had you gripping the page, biting your lip to keep from squealing. Perfect students didn’t squeal. Perfect students didn’t reread fight scenes three times in a row.

But Zaki noticed.

He was two tables away, near the window as always, his dyed hair catching the light. Kaoru was quiet, reserved, the kind of person who seemed untouchable. Rumors swirled around him—spirit-sensitive, cursed, inaccessible. Most people didn’t bother trying to get close. But when your page turned too quickly, revealing the manga cover, his eyes flicked up.

“Levi’s technique is flawless,” he said softly.

You froze. “You… know Attack on Titan?”

Kaoru’s lips curved—just barely. “I’ve read all of it.”

Your mask cracked. “Wait—so you saw the basement reveal? The Marley arc? The—”

You stopped yourself, cheeks burning. But Kaoru’s eyes lit up, subtle but undeniable. For once, he wasn’t distant. He was alive.

“Eren’s shift in perspective,” he murmured. “It’s unsettling. But brilliant.”

You leaned forward, whispering fiercely. “I thought I was the only one who obsessed over that!”

Kaoru tilted his head. “You hide it well.”

You laughed nervously. “I have to. Perfect students aren’t supposed to fangirl over anime.”

Kaoru’s expression softened. “Maybe they should.”

Every time you thought he’d retreat back into silence, Kaoru leaned in further, his reserved shell cracking with each shared passion. His voice was still soft, but his words carried weight—like he’d been waiting for someone to understand.

The librarian shushed you both twice, but you couldn’t stop. Your perfect-student mask was gone, replaced by wide eyes and an excited voice. Kaoru, usually so inaccessible, was smiling—small, fleeting, but real.

Later that week, you found yourselves on the rooftop, the city stretching out below. Kaoru leaned against the railing, his gaze distant. You sat beside him, clutching your bag.

“I don’t usually talk about this,” he said quietly. “People think I’m… cursed. Because I see things they don’t.”

You hesitated, then said: “Mob Psycho 100. Volume 9. Mob walking away from Reigen. That’s what it reminded me of. Choosing yourself, even when people don’t understand.”

Kaoru’s eyes widened slightly. “You think I’m like Mob?”

You smiled. “Introverted. Reserved. Misunderstood. But stronger than anyone realizes.”

“Hmm yeah I guess so. Though you're a little chaotic.

You laughed. “Chaos? Try One Piece marathons until 3 a.m.”

Kaoru shook his head and laughed a bit. “You’re worse than me.”

And just like that, the distance between you vanished.

On that day forwards, you and Kaoru would secretly read manga and anime together! You both were glad you guys could bond over something you both loved.

On the bus ride home, you both lost it over Demon Slayer’s animation, you both thought it was so peak.

Every moment chipped away at the masks you both wore. You weren’t just the perfect student. He wasn’t just the inaccessible loner.

Kaoru felt like you were the one person who he could show how he really was to, and you felt like you didn't have to put on the perfect act around him as well.

[kel-edits]

He'd throw up if I even said hello 🥲🫶

Art from Phantom Busters

Edit by me :D

4/4 of the main characters edit done!!