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somethings-stirring · 5 days ago

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「 TANABATA X READER 」

Going on an aquarium date with Tanabata!! (Hcs)

Established relationship

Tw(s): possible ooc.

I couldn't help myself heh... Reqs are open.

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— Tanabata's so quiet you genuinely start wondering if you should've brought him on an aquarium date or even a date in general despite Tanabata's search history being, "Should I take my partner to an aquarium?" , "How to tell your partner that I want to go on a date." (He's planning to write a song about this "feeling" once he gets home)

— Is actually quite willing to just let you drag him around in the aquarium. Though, he probably wants to spend a few minutes admiring each section of the aquarium. He needs ideas for his next song, you know?

— Tanabata probably buys you something from a gift shop if an item in the shop reminds him of his songs. Thinks you deserve to get some sort of glimpse into his songs even though you most likely have seen him writing and composing his songs.

— I feel like Tanabata likes or at least likes to admire a clownfish. They just have such vibrant colours that Tanabata can't help but think of you in some way. And they look so stupid if you look at them in the front. They're so stupid and silly! How can he NOT think of you!? (Even if you aren't an extrovert, he'll still somehow think of you... Scary or not? I don't know.)

— From what I saw in chapter 216, Tanabata brings his guitar in the guitar casing everywhere, so I assume that Tanabata probably uses his guitar every now and then to make some sort of noise with the notes he plays. Probably does it when you're in the bathroom or busy looking at the gift shop. Why does he do this, you ask? Probably to cope with the "feelings" he's feeling right now.

— Lends you his jacket if you're cold since aquariums are, well, cold. He was probably forced by you either way, but who cares!

— I feel that if there's some sort of café or restaurant in the aquairum you two went to, Tanabata takes off his hat and places it on the table. Which gives you the opportunity to start fooling around! Do you care? Probably, but hey, It's Tanabata. He's always giving a cold or resting bitch face so you can't even tell if he's annoyed or angry. He does take back his hat if he decides that you've been fooling around enough.

— I mentioned Tanabata drumming his fingers on some body part of yours in my dating Tanabata hcs. So, I think he'll drum his thumb against your hand if you hold his hand while walking in the aquairum.

— smacks your head if you decide to buy a ton of plushies from the gift shop. Quietly mumbles that you already have so many plushies at home, yet you still want to buy more. At this point, your boyfriend isn't Tanabata, it's the plushies.

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Live love laugh Tanabata I say as Nagumo looks at me...

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somethings-stirring · 9 days ago

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almost was ours ; rion akao

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which rion and y/n fall in love in a world that won’t let them stay together—but they love each other anyway, even if time runs out. ↷ rion akao ; sakamoto days ( ft. female reader )

↳ an order of iced water from anonymous in the comeback cafe event !

author's note: this request aren't related to the event but they were on their knees so i made it + it could be under the iced water order!

RION AKAO WAS the kind of girl you were never meant to hold onto.

Wild, golden, unpredictable—a flash of sunshine with blood on her knuckles and chaos in her smile.

Y/n knew that. Everyone did.

But knowing didn’t stop her from falling in love.

They’d met at JCC—roommates, of course, by some cruel twist of fate. Rion was loud, snored like a chainsaw, and drank all of Y/n’s peach soda without asking.

And Y/n? Y/n kept her knives alphabetized.

It was doomed from the start.

“You’re too serious,” Rion used to tease, flopping dramatically across Y/n’s bed. “You’re gonna get wrinkles.”

“You’re too reckless,” Y/n would shoot back, trying to shove her off. “You’re gonna get dead.”

But the fighting was part of the rhythm. Rion would steal her hair tie. Y/n would hide her cigarettes. Rion would flirt. Y/n would pretend not to notice—until one day, she didn’t.

One day, she kissed her.

And Rion kissed her back.

It wasn’t perfect.

They couldn’t be open. Couldn’t walk the halls like other couples, couldn’t hold hands during training or sneak out for ramen without using three different exits. But it was real.

Y/n loved her with everything she had.

And for a while, it seemed like that was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

“I’m going with Sakamoto,” Rion had said one night, sitting on their shared windowsill, silhouetted by moonlight. “He’s planning to leave JCC. I want to help him.”

Y/n’s heart had shattered with a terrifying kind of calm.

“You’ll be hunted.”

“I already am.” Rion smiled, soft and broken. “But I have to. You get that, right?”

She did.

But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

They made love that night like the world was ending. No jokes. No chaos. Just two girls clinging to a future they knew they couldn’t have.

“Don’t forget me,” Y/n whispered against her shoulder.

Rion kissed her temple.

“You’ll be the only thing I remember.”

She left at dawn.

Didn’t say goodbye.

Y/n woke up alone, with one peach soda can on the desk and her favorite hair tie wrapped around it.

Rion never came back.

But sometimes—when the wind shifts, or someone laughs too loud in the courtyard—Y/n swears she can still feel her.

And she thinks:

If the world were kinder, maybe we’d still be dancing barefoot in the rain.

But for now...

Y/n ties her hair back, smiles at the sky, and keeps moving.

Because Rion loved her, even if just for a moment.

And that’s enough.

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somethings-stirring · 19 days ago

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My brother forced me to rewatch Sakamoto Days for the 8th time after I exposed him to the anime 💀

And now I can’t stop thinking about, like, Shin x old assassin partner that supposedly “died” in the line of work when in reality, said partner faked their death to have an easier retirement like Sakamoto

It could be platonic or romantic, whichever you decide to choose ✨😋

Hey, So... I'm Not Dead!

pairing: shin asakura x ex assassin!reader (written with fem in mind but can be read as gn i think!)

wc: 1.8k words

note: the rewatching is so real though, although I have yet to rewatch sakamoto days LMAO. thank you for the request, i had fun with this one!! i hope this meets your standards. enjoy!

Shin swore he was hallucinating.

His eyes kept darting between the cash register and the face of the customer that recently entered the shop. A new face — well, to shop it was, but not to him.

Lu must have spiked his drink with something strong. Or one of Sakamoto's more violent thoughts of killing him had messed with his head.

Because there was no way it was you that was going through the instant ramen isle, perfectly alive and well.

The last Shin had heard of you, it was a death notification.

You had worked for a different organization, but you and Shin had collaborated often on various missions. Shin had grown used to your unorthodox style to the point that it had gotten hard to work with anyone else. You were recklessly calculated, taking risks that made it seem like you didn't expect to make it out alive, but you always did.

Which was why it came as a shock when he saw your face one day on the board his organization put up for hitmen that had been killed in action, almost three years ago.

He didn't exactly know what to feel about it. If Shin was feeling bold enough, he would probably consider you a friend. Well, you were the closest he had to one, but that didn't really mean much. You were the only one who tolerated him enough to invite him to the bar after work, where you yapped about your life (he knew that you were lying about most of it — but he could never really find out the truth. Of all the minds he had ever read, it was hard to understand yours). When Shin was bored in between assignments, he'd find himself texting your number, and you'd talk about the stupidest things.

It didn't take long for his face to start burning every time you smiled at him, or his heart to start racing when his thoughts somehow always end up about you. Of course, he put his feelings aside — being anything other than professional as a hitman was dangerous.

He couldn't really believe that you had died. After everything the both of you had been through together, it almost seemed like your heart just refused to stop beating, but death was a common thing in this line of business. The news had hit him like a freight train, but he knew that dwelling on it would make the grief even worse. All he could do was move on and make sure that he didn't meet the same fate.

That's why he felt like his brain was going to explode at the present moment.

Why was he the only one in the shop? Out of all the times Lu had to go to the bathroom and Mr. Sakamoto stayed outside to eat his ramen and read his newspaper, it had to be now!

Shin locked his eyes to the back of your head, mentally adjusting his psychic ability to try and tune in to the frequency of your thoughts, but he found himself struggling.

No way was it actually you.

It must be a trick of the light. Maybe the customer just coincidentally looked like you and had a difficult mind to read. After all, doppelgangers are a real thing (Shin didn't really believe that, though). Or maybe you looked common. (You most certainly didn't, especially not in Shin's eyes.)

When you — the customer — finally picked out an instant ramen cup to buy, you faced Shin properly, and Shin swore his brain actually froze.

It was you. It had to be you.

Or was he just hallucinating the flash of familiarity in your eyes?

"W-Welcome to Sakamoto's," Shin stuttered out, finally remembering that regardless if it was actually you, he had a job to do. "Is this all you'll be having?"

You — the customer, goddammit — nodded, giving Shin a polite smile that made Shin feel dizzy. "Yes. Thank you."

If it was actually you, why weren't you properly acknowledging him?!

"That'll be 150 yen," he said, blinking furiously to get himself to focus.

By the time he handed you your change and bagged your ramen, Shin still didn't have the confidence to properly talk to you until you were halfway through the sliding doors.

"Wait!"

You paused immediately, looking over your shoulder with a curious look. "Did I forget something?" You asked.

Shin shook his head. "I just wanted to ask, uh- what's your name?"

The customer offered him another smile. He never thought he would see that smile again.

Just when he was actually convinced that it was you, the "stranger" answered his question.

"It's Larry."

Shin blinked once. Then twice.

"Huh?" The surprised sound escaped him before he could stop it.

Your persona fell as you laughed out loud, a sound that shook your entire body as you clutched your stomach. You stepped back inside the shop to let the doors close behind you and you laughed at Shin's misery.

"What's going on?" At this point, Shin didn't really know what to believe anymore.

"I'm — I'm sorry," you gasped, wiping a stray tear from your eye. "For a psychic, you're just — you're still so easy to tease, Shin."

Shin's shoulders dropped, along with his jaw as he stared at you with wide eyes. "It's actually you?" He uttered your name like a prayer.

You gave him a smile, a genuine one this time. "Long time no see, partner. How 'bout we catch up outside over ramen? I already asked Mr. Taro if I could snatch you for the rest of your shift."

Yeah, Shin's brain is probably broken at this point.

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Shin still had trouble processing what you just told him.

“Wait, wait,” Shin put his hands up, as if that could help make understanding easier. “So you’re saying that you faked your death.”

“Yep.”

“For three years.”

“Mhm.”

“So you can live out retirement in peace?”

You shrugged, eating another bite of your ramen. “That’s pretty much it. The assassin life gave a lot of money, but in the long run… it does more harm than good.”

You didn’t have to dive into the specifics for Shin to understand. He knew, better than anyone, the toll that being a hitman can take on a person. It removes the lightness from them, making them see the world in nothing but shadows.

The haunted look in your eyes was still there, but it was much less apparent now. He could relate; ever since he quit being a hitman to work for Mr. Sakamoto, he’s felt much lighter than he’s ever felt in years.

However, the psychic still had questions.

“I thought you were dead for real,” Shin pointed out, a quiet chuckle escaping him, but it wasn’t that humorous. “It was hard to believe, but I eventually got used to the idea that I would never see you again.”

You sighed, slumping back in your chair. It was a familiar sight; you always sat the same way whenever you and Shin would hang out together in your usual seats in a crappy bar. “I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I wanted to detach myself from that life completely.”

“And that included me.” It wasn’t said out loud, but Shin understood the message.

You frowned in slight guilt. “You weren’t part of the bad things during my life as a hitman; quite the opposite, actually. But…”

You looked out onto the setting sun, the light hitting your face and basking you in the last rays of its warmth. “But I knew that if I told you, it would make leaving harder than it had to be.”

Shin stared at you. You, alive and well, the harsh lines of a life of blood and death softened on your face and on the corners of your eyes.

Although Shin always thought you looked beautiful, he could see that you looked best as an ordinary civilian, whose biggest concerns was not how to eliminate their next target, but something simple, like what they would have for dinner, or what movie to watch tonight.

Retirement suited you, even if you were a little too young for that.

"So," you cleared your throat, grabbing your cup to drink the soup. "How about you, how have you been?"

"Uh..." Compared to your life, his wasn't that interesting. You know, except for the fact that he spontaneously decided to retire as well, that Mr. Sakamoto basically adopted him and Lu Shaotang, and that there was an active bounty on his boss' head. "I've... never been better, actually."

You grinned knowingly. "Retirement is much more fun than killing people for a living, right?"

Shin offered you a meek smile. "Yeah, I guess so. I get why you'd go to such lengths to leave it all behind."

"Exactly," you nodded, downing the rest of your soup, and laughing when Shin wrinkled your nose at the food you willingly chose to consume.

"Nonetheless,” you hummed, “I’m glad our paths crossed again. In all honesty, I kinda missed you, partner.”

Shin didn't know how to take that. You, missing him? How... weird.

The thought of being missed by you made his heart jump a little in his chest, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all.

"I... missed you too," Shin replied, mentally cursing at himself for sounding so awkward.

But you didn't comment on it. You just smiled.

"Now," you clapped your hands together, standing up. "It's getting late, and I still got some errands to run, so I should be going. I'll pass by when I'm free."

Shin jolted out of his seat. Had that much time really passed by? It felt like it had only been a few minutes since you had seen each other again, and frankly, he didn't want to part ways so quickly.

"Or," you glanced at him, your smile turning teasing as you tossed your used cup over your shoulder. Without even having to look, it landed inside the trash can behind you. "You could, you know, ask me out this time."

Shin paused, his face suddenly burning up in a bright shade of red. "W- What do you mean 'this time'?!"

You raised your hands up mockingly. "Oh I'm sorry, were you the one who asked to hang out at the bar after every other mission? Or the one who would drag you to the park, or the rooftop of the old organization, or —"

"Okay, okay!" Shin cut you off loudly, laughing. "Fine. Let's meet up for coffee next time. My treat."

You gave him another soft smile, on that made him weak in the knees. "Alright. I'll hold you to it, Asakura. See you then."

You waved goodbye, and Shin didn't go back inside the store until he saw you turn a corner, leaving his sight.

He let out a great sigh, looking up at the few stars that sprinkled the sky.

Coffee next time, huh?

He let out a chuckle, smiling as he went through the sliding doors, Sakamoto telling him through his thoughts that they should close up soon.

I'll look forward to that.

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