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b0nten · 5 months

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BLOOMING FLOWERS SPRING CAN’T FEEL

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ what more is there to hate when life takes away the one you loved the most?

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ for my bae @insomniac-jay <3, took so long because i tried to do the best research i could, and because i never liked what i wrote until today. also! if you squint, it’s slight naoto x reader but it doesn’t really matter. i hope you like it!!!! not proofread

you still can’t grasp it, it sort of feels surreal.

just like this morning felt, when you put your kimono on, and did your hair. hina loved the way you looked in traditional clothing, she said it made you shine.

and albeit you two’s pictures flooding the tachibana home, you were still surprised when her mom rang your doorbell to gift you a box, feeling slightly heavier than the last silk garment they had given you while you and hina were still in high school.

“please wear it, y/n-chan, ” ryoko’s voice was just as gentle as you remembered it growing up, but it was sad, “they make you…shine.” and full of anguish.

you could only nod, swallowing back the thick saliva that was gathering in your throat, blinking back the tears with the same eyes ryoko knew how to read as if they were her own daughter’s. reaching out for your hand longer than usual, she only smiled.

you still didn’t quite grasp it, not even when you put on your pearl necklace, and locked your front door, heading down the apartment block’s stairs, like usual.

it was like your normal way to school, and later, uni, and even later, work, walking exactly 100 meters and riding for 7 minutes and a half, before switching lines at otomachi, and riding for another 5 minutes. this time only, you had to take the south exit instead of the north one, and stroll for thirteen minutes, passing by a park, a bakery, two liquors shops and some sky-rise towers.

“welcome.”

it was different, because you entered the funeral home, where the assistant, ready to guide you to the high-school colleagues category, was interrupted by naoto. he simply took your hand and walked you over to the rest of the family. you were used to seeing naoto on saturdays, not fridays or the both of them. you had seen him yesterday, at the wake, when it was friday, so it almost went like any other day. or that’s at least how your mind put it.

and when you were sitting down, eyes glued to the monk’s back as he chanted out the prayers, naoto’s hand still found a way to get to yours, firm touch against glass skin, afraid he’d break it any minute now.

and now you sit between your younger brother and his mother that took you in when you were at flourish in your heydays, deafly listening to a monk chanting a sutra for hinata. you glance over at her and can’t help but think how beautiful she looks in the matching kimono, and how much hina resembles her. resembles, not resembled, she’ll now forever keep her beauty.

you heard japanese people experience three religions in their lifetime: birth as shintoism, marriage as christianity and death as buddhism, but you didn’t even go through one. hell, hina herself only went through two.

and whereas ryoko always told naoto to stop hurting the table because even the piece of wood had its own life itself and the boy silently complied, you were stuck figuring out what it is that you believed in. you believed in kindness. the kind of kindness hina showed you, that was the firm conclusion you accepted, so now you could only pray that the afterlife was going to show her the same gentleness and love she gave the world, her journey smooth in crossing over the sanzu river and mind clear in choosing the paths she takes, making it easy for her soul to find serenity.

you wake up once you’re signaled to join the incense rite. with slightly shaking fingers you pinch up the dry fragrance, touching it against your forehead. amidst blurred vision and hours of unslept time, you see masato wipe a ghost of a tear with the back of his crisp black suit. you set the incense in the flame bowl, and walk away, next to the parents, pupils blown and face puzzled, as if you don’t know what the world you live in is. you see familiar faces; old classmates and family friends of the tachibanas’ that you got to meet long time ago, cousins, teachers, and ex-coworkers. you think you notice some of them staring at you, what is she doing here? — what is she doing there? — next to your best friend’s family.

naoto definitely sees them, he definitely notices their judging looks, but today he can’t do justice. he won’t, because he likes to think he’s partly come to terms with his sister’s death, but no matter what, police academy never prepares you to lose your sister when you least expect it.

he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, reassuring himself you’re still there although you don’t look or feel like you’re there at all, bones wrapped in flesh, wrapped in soft black silk. you start to think maybe there is something wrong with you.

grief is a weird emotion with no textbook manifestation. there is no right or wrong way to feel following a loss. but why don’t you feel anything? why do you know that it’s happening, but you’re not fully in yet? why can’t you scream or cry or whimper or fake a smile. why has your whole face been frozen this whole time?

people come and people go and like an old charlie chaplin movie on repeat, the same action you have done repeats itself a million of times fast forwarded until your mind goes blank. you feel black-and-white.

naoto taps your shoulder. “do you want to see the body?” he eases you into it. he was always such a gentle soul.

you try to say something but choke on the words. he sees, eyes widening as his muscles tense. you only nod, and he walks with you to the casket.

maybe if you see it, your mind will take on it. you’re given a flower, the white chrysanthemum you dreaded to even think about, and the same happens to naoto.

the people in front of you all put their flowers in the casket, small step by even smaller step allowing you to approach her face. it’s just the same, except it isn’t glowing, or happy or doing anything. she’s not singing, she’s not moving. she’s dead. you know it. but why can’t you acknowledge it?

you reach into the deep inside pocket of the kimono, a neatly kept, small picture grazing the white coffin. you don’t ponder, and lay it next to your friend.

naoto freezes when he sees it. he took it, the day is burned into his memory so deeply that if he were to ever lose his reminiscence, this is the only recollection he’d have. it’s you and his sister. you’re dressed in kimonos — that was your first time wearing it — and you were excited. just fresh into spring, you both chose to wear pink: hina’s dress had delicate camellias on it, scattered playfully all around the fabric, while yours had orange blossoms intricately all across. it also was your first time wearing getas; your feet hurt so bad he had to call his dad to carry you home by the end of the festival. he didn’t mind it though, because you had fun that evening.

he reaches for the picture and looks at the back.

“doesn’t this kimono make her shine, naoto?”

“yes, it definitely does.”

scribbled on the thin paper are some almost unrecognizable kana and kanji, but naoto knows what they say by heart. he slips the square into his sleeve and puts his flower in his sister’s casket instead.

not long after everyone is done saying their goodbyes, the tachibanas and you head to the crematorium. ryoko holds your hand as she picks up the bones and sets them in the urn, and you try your best to soothe a mourning mother’s aching heart.

once everything is done, you pass the envelope to the receptionist. it’s a little over a million, and you see it on the woman’s face that she knows it too, by the width of the wrapping. you didn’t notice how much money it was until you recounted it, half an hour before leaving your apartment, so you just left it all there. no 10.000 bills, no crisp bills, at least that.

she hands you the little bag with salt, tea and snacks and you bow before leaving the crematorium.

“y/n, wait!” a voice you know very well shouts after you, tall silhouette speeding from the building into the same darkness you’re headed into.

“mom said to walk you home.” naoto looks down at you gently, as if he’s your big brother and not the other way around.

“you know you’re not actually my older sister, right?” he interrupts your exact thoughts, “we’re the same age, you were fortunate enough to be in the same grade as hinata, that’s all.” he taunts, taking you back to your salad days.

you smile approvingly and he doesn’t hesitate to take the gift bag from your hand, and walk right beside you.

the air is grim and you still feel a little bit unreal. you feel limitless, but like a void, rather than the young shoujo manga protagonist you always dreamt of being, and you can feel it in naoto’s breath too, how he tries to not let the anger drown him out. you know it’s unbearable for him too.

halfway through the walk, he breaks the silence.

“i’m glad you finally learned how to walk in getas.” he admits, and you look up. a genuine laugh stifles from your throat and his face lights up.

“naoto,” you say, “these are zoris. i wasn’t going to attend a funeral in geta sandals.” explaining, you watch his face drop in embarrassment.

“yes, i totally saw that…!”he stutters but continues to joke, hinting at the past, talking of hina as if she’s still there, next to you. in passing moments of silence, you feel overwhelmed, guilty.

faith’s a game of cat and mouse, and you play it just like you want. you laugh with naoto and you realize it’s nice to feel this sense of .. belonging. in between numbness and denial, he made your day a little better. he took some of the burden off, he ripped some of the weeds growing between your lungs, letting you breathe normally again, granting you a peaceful moment in what felt like a lifetime since your best friend died.

you step foot into the apartment building, giddy and smiley, but it all vanishes once you look around. it’s dull, it’s ugly. and you feel like you’re right next to hinata. that’s how she made you feel every time you came back from a night out in the city, arm slung around her shoulder laughing at everything she said, almost knocking over the both of you.

you look around as you climb every step and somehow, the laughs and the joy all seem to disappear in the place you spent some of the most time with her.

when you reach your front door, it feels almost surreal again, because instead of hina behind you, it’s the boy you grew up with. he looks nothing like her — he takes after his father — but he feels so familiar that when he stops you from entering your home your breath hitches a little.

“don’t forget to throw the salt.” he reminds with a slight lecture in his voice, like his sister once said “don’t forget to change your shoes.”

so, when your wrist brushes past your shoulder-blade, your zoris break under the memories you shared along the way and the ones etched into the walls of the hall.

you tug at your necklace as you finally let yourself cry.

you finally know it’s real, even more so, because you feel not one, but two familiar presences engulfing you in warmth.

one strokes your hair with the palm that keeps you pressed into his shoulder, while the other hand looks at an old photograph, and the second hugs you both, wanting to lecture you with the love and gentleness of an older sister that didn’t get to say her part.

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xxelfmamaxx · 2 years

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Kisaki:You're pretty.

Hinata:Thanks

Kisaki:I wish there was something between us...

Hinata:Me too

Kisaki:Really?Like what?

Hinata:A wall

Kisaki:

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tachibana hinata #tokrev takemichi #tokyo revengers takemichi #takemichi headcanons #hinata tokyo revengers #tr kisaki #kisaki imagines #tokyo revengers kisaki #kisaki tetta

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vamrouge · 2 years

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🍒– love love

#hanagaki takemichi #hinata tachibana #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers coloring #takemichi imagines #hinata #takehina #takemichi icons #hinata icons #tokyo revengers #manga colorings #takemichi coloring

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yeosatinyngz · 1 year

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Good night! How are you, Lily? 💓 Firstly, happy 1 yr! You’re a very nice addition to this plataform! Secondly, may we have Hinata Tachibana with “I could use a hug right now.” (reader says it)? 🥰

Good night to you as well. I’m good thanks for asking, hope you’re doing well too! Aw thank you for saying that 💖 Of course, I specifically made a banner for Hina for your request as well, hope you like it! 🥰

#24: “I could use a hug right now.”

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It was dead week aka finals week and you were majorly stressing over all the studying you had to do and all the papers you had to write. You weren’t replying to any of Hina’s texts and she grew worried. She decided to check up on you and headed over to your dorm.

You were scrolling through your professor’s power points and jotting down notes to help you memorize it more. A knock at the door interrupts your train of thought as you yell out, “It’s open, come in!” not even sparing a look at the door, continuing on studying.

Hina lets herself in and sees you at your desk crouched with one arm supporting your head up right while the other is scribbling down notes. She walks up to you and taps on you to get your attention. You turn around to see her and for the first time since this week started you smiled.

She returned the smile, “I came to check up on you, everything alright?” You let out a long sigh then looked up at her, “I could use a hug right now.” She didn’t hesitate and immediately brought you into an embrace. You closed your eyes and enjoyed her comfort. You stayed in the comfort of her arms for a little while before pulling away. She smiles down at you, “Feeling a little better?” You nod, “Thank you so much, let’s go grab something to eat?” She nods, takes your hand in hers and drags you along with her.

#yeosatinyngz’s 1 year event #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tachibana hinata #hinata tachibana #tachibana hinata x reader #hina x reader #hinata x reader #yeosatinyngz #yeosatinyngz requests

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hinasho · 1 year

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#mans has done this to Hina TWICE #Takemichi is simultaneously the best and worst boyfriend imaginable #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga spoilers #babbles #takemichi hanagaki #hinata tachibana

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thetwistedcupid-blog · 1 year

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Totally not rewatching this again-

Tokyo revengers? No, Middle schoolers, embroiled in a gang war.

I don't know if I'm amazed that I wasn't spoiled about the plot, I'm just disappointed.

It's fun though, no I will never read the manga, I just got my sanity back. Everybody lives, fight me <3

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shinemoonday · 2 years

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#manga coloring #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers coloring #manga panel #tokyo revengers pack #coloring #manga #anime coloring #tokrev takemichi #takemichi imagines #Takemichi coloring #takemichi hanagaki #hinata tachibana coloring #hinata icons #hinata tachibana #takemichi Hanagaki coloring

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airbendertendou · 10 months

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loved you before! ♥︎ having a date with various girls! [including ; kiyoko & yachi, kuina, haruhi, sarah, and hinata tachibana. everyone is of age ; still, no smutty scenes here!]

song inspo ; loved you before by peach prc

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— shopping ♥︎ yachi & kiyoko —

"it just looks a little silly..." kiyoko trails off as yachi gives another twirl. the dress covering the blonde swallowed her whole — covered every inch of her figure in this gaudy yellow that clashed with her hair. kiyoko's smile grows crooked, "why don't i find something for you?"

"oh, me too!" you grin from the clothing rack you're in front of. you shake your head, putting the polka-dotted material back before facing the two of them. "let's make it fun! i'll pick something for you two ; yachi for me and 'ko ; and so on and so forth."

yachi bounces in place with a grin before she bolts back into the dressing room, throwing the awful dress over the door. she rushes out just as quick, a handful of clothes in her arms as she pants, "i'm going to make you two look so pretty!"

kiyoko eyes the yellow dress with disdain. "...if that's what you think."

the three of you disperse, collecting any item that catches your eyes. soon enough, you've got a pile weighing own your arms as you head back to the dressing rooms. kiyoko is already there, standing at the one in the middle. you place her chosen pieces down with a wink — she rolls her eyes fondly, but the pink coating her cheeks says she's flattered.

yachi comes strutting into the small hallway with a triumphant grin. backing into your own dressing room, you hum along to the song that's playing as you sort through the two piles.

wearing a stripped, rainbow sweater is yachi, the cropped hem ending just before the start of the denim skirt she's wearing. it looks so cute as she turns in the mirror that you can't help your grin.

"don't you just look darling!" you sneak up behind her, a flurry of kisses settling onto her flushed cheeks. a little giggle escapes her lips, only to get caught into a gasp. you look up, seeing kiyoko's reflection walking up behind you. your eyes widen, "well, hello gorgeous."

yachi lets out a strangled noise — "i love girls." it's said in a whisper, but you both catch it anyways.

the laugh kiyoko lets out makes her shine even brighter. a light blue tulle dress is lapping over her entirely, brushing the floor with every step she makes, silver stars shining with every sway of the skirt. she places a kiss on your cheek, then yachi's forhead before admiring your new outfit. "suits you well," kiyoko hums.

"next!" yachi bounces again as she races back into the dressing room. you hear her shout soon after, "oh, this color is so nice!"

frowning down at your new outfit, you know it's kiyoko's pick. there's a lilac scarf laying on top of a silky wrap top — both of which you're unsure what to do with. you lean to the left, "'ko, can you help me out with this?"

her answer isn't verbal, but it's immediate. kiyoko knocks softly on the door, squeezing herself in to prevent yachi from seeing your new fit. her eyes gleam when she sees you only in your undergarments. "seducing me now, [name]?"

another choked sound leaves yachi. you can hear her complaining outside, "i wanna be seduced! so unfair."

kiyoko wraps the scarf around your neck, tying it softly to the side. next, she helps you shove your arms through the wrap top, tying it as well. midnight blue eyes observe you tenderly, raspberry colored lips placing themselves on your own soon after. a single word is spoken against your lips. "perfect."

you leave the room, grin so wide your cheeks squish against your eyes. yachi's jaw drops as she sees you, a line of drool leaving her mouth as kiyoko slides up beside you.

"have i said it lately?" yachi whispers. she puts her hands into a prayer motion, eyes focused on the ceiling — the pose reminds you of old classmates. "i. love. girls."

"you've said that so many times!"

"at least five times since we've been at this store alone," you roll your eyes with a grin. swinging your arm around the blonde's shoulders you look at your reflections once more. "we are pretty hot, though."

"exactly!"

— picnic ♥︎ kuina —

fresh flowers sway in the wind as you lay the patterend blanket onto the grass. you squint into the distance, cursing yourself for forgetting a pair of sunglasses. kuina finally appears in your vision, head moving back and forth as she scours the field around her.

a bouquet of colorful wild flowers are shoved into your eyesight as you sit on the blanket. kuina smiles softly, "for you."

"how sweet." you grin back as she finally sits down. she lets out a sigh, leaning back on her hands as she soaks up the warmth of the sun. you take one of the flowers — a pretty, pink one — and tuck it behind her hair. "the sweetest girl."

kuina lets out a whine, allowing her arms to lose their strength as she collapses completely onto the blanket. "can't flirt with me already, [name] ; we jus' got here!"

your grin widens before you lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. "sorry, 'kari. you're just so pretty, i can't help it!"

she glares at you briefly — the scowl melts quickly into a smile as she sits up. "i got usagi to help out with the food. wanted to make you somethin' instead of buying it."

you crinkle your nose, "didn't let arisu help out, did she?"

pausing — she'd just opened the picnic basket — kuina straightens up. "um... i hope not. dig in!"

depite your slight hesitance, the food was actually good. the area slowly went from a bright yellow to a hazed, dusty pink. you watch the sunset with glee, cheeks stuffed with the food kuina had made you.

she was only staring at you.

the right side of your mouth quirks up as the frogs begin to sing. "not watching the sunset, hikari."

she tucks her legs to her chest, chin on her knees as she gazes at you. kuina tilts her head as her eyes study you still. "have a better view is all."

"now who's flirting, huh?"

— beach day ♥︎ haruhi —

the sun hat on your head isn't big enough to shelter your eyes from the sun's rays completely. from behind your sunglasses, you glare as people walk by your partner and stare.

crossing your arms over your chest, you stomp to the sand. haruhi looks up innocently — cluelessly, "hi, [name]. having fun?"

you glare again — they're unphased as they continue to search for seashells. their dad had mentioned liking shells recently — he'd hate them and the collected sand soon, but haruhi grabbed them regardless.

"if i get bit by a crab , it's all your fault, you know." you're still scowling ; still pouting as strangers gain interest of the beauty in front of you. "stupid strawberry swimsuit. stupid haruhi for being too cute."

haruhi blinks up at you again before standing, "don't be mean and grumpy."

"i will be!" you're acting childish, you know. but haruhi was your eye candy — anyone else's staring felt icky and wrong. "gonna tell your dad to ground you."

"then how will we go on dates?"

you swat your hand carelessly as haruhi moves spots. they crouch again, eyes peeled for the perfect shell. "i'm the acception ; he loves me."

haruhi pauses their search with a thoughtful gaze. "you were always his favorite of my friends."

"and now," your voice gets a little louder as you look around the beach, "we're more than friends! happily in love! together for years!"

standing again, haruhi hides their laugh behind their hand. composing themselves, they drop their hand until their fingers are laced with yours. they tug you close, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing you completely. "you're cute, [name]."

you're back in the shade, hat lowered even more on your face as you sit there. you can hear haruhi talking mindlessly to other people, but are no longer phased. the brief kiss given to you was more than enough to deter your jealous thoughts.

— funk jungle ♥︎ sarah —

bernie is behind the dj booth as funk jungle booms to life. a drink is in your hand as you maneuver through the crowd. your head bops joyfully — smiles sent to familiar faces as you fight your way through.

only to stop dead in your tracks.

ice is sitting across from sarah — in your seat — talking to her with a look so tender. you frown at the sight, eyes narrowing before a slight nudge hits your shoulder. pho nods his head their way, "get your girl!"

he's gone within the next second, but your confidence has been boosted enough. you take a sip of your drink, stepping closer to the duo. ice glances at you, but his gaze focuses back on sarah soon enough. your eyes narrow again — he doesn't even see you as competition.

sarah flinches when a chin is placed on her shoulder, relaxing instantly when she smells your perfume. you sigh against her ear, placing your half-empty drink on the bar beside her, "'m bored, sarah. wanna get out of here?"

it's like he's invisible — like his knee isn't knocking against hers as sarah focuses on you completely. she isn't even looking your way and you have her wrapped around your finger. ice lets out a sigh as he looks away — bernie's laugh echoes into the microphone at the sight.

she barely turns her head as she speaks. "and go where?"

you groan, leaning more of your weight onto her back. "literally anywhere else. pho's busy dancing, and you're the only other person here i like."

sarah hums as she takes a sip of her drink, "i'm your favorite? i'm flattered, pretty."

nose pressed to her neck, you hope she can't feel how your cheeks heat up. a quiet, embarrassed whine escapes your throat as you admit how much you like her. "my number one — thought it was obvious."

her drink is gone within a blink as she tips it back, gulping it down. standing from the barstool, sarah holds her hand out to you. "let's find somethin' fun to do, hm?"

you eagerly comply, lacing your fingers with hers. leaning into her, you sandwich sarah's hand between both of yours as you get comfortable. "would love nothin' more!"

— study day ♥︎ hinata —

"bored. 'm so bored, hina."

the peach haired girl looks up from her book with a raised brow. she's heard you say that excat sentence too many times already — and you'd only been at her house for an hour. "[name], why don't you study like we said we would?"

"but," you roll onto your back, crumpling your own papers. hinata sighs, shuffling further across her bed so you had room. "why would i do that when i have a perfect, kissable girl right beside me?"

her cheeks flame up, bright pink hitting them as she shoves you gently. "stop that!"

you wiggle your eyebrows, rolling onto your stomach. "is my plan working? can we stop learning now?"

hinata sighs, her attention very obviously on your face and not her notes. "how about this — we'll doodle for a bit and then get back to work. deal?"

nodding enthusiastically, you sit up and watch as hinata grabs a sheet of paper. she folds it into four pieces longways before taking another piece and doing the same. "we'll swtich when we're done with a section. and no peeking, [name]!"

you mock her a little before grabbing a glittery pen and your folded paper. starting out, you draw a pointed oval shape, doodling until it becomes a stereotypical alien head. hinata waits, switching papers once you're done. you draw a torso next, creating pretty butterfly-like wings on their back.

keeping with your supernatural theme, you create lanky legs and a lizard tail next. your last doodle is of hooves — sparkly and ready to trample anyone. folding the papers out, you aren't sure what to think. hinata tilts her head at the mix of supernatural and realistic elements.

"well..." she purses her lips a little. "they're kinda cute."

you blink, speaking blankly, "these are what my dream creatures look like."

the peach haired girl beams your way, "what fun dreams! has your bordeom been conquered?"

shaking your head, you snuggle into her, leaning your weight onto her fully. "kinda jus' wanna kiss my pretty girlfriend. can i do that, hina?"

her face lights up pink once more. "study time! time to study! learning and stuff!"

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clovers-garden-co · 2 years

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𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱

ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ'𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫'

𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐢, 𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝟏8 and up (im not gonna keep editing this 💀), 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔢'𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤

𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐢, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐣𝐨’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

𝔎𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔶, 𝔨𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔶, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱

𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 open

'ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 '68 𝔍𝔢𝔱𝔰

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 💀 𝐠𝐭𝐟𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔶𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔭 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔞

masterlist

-clover ♥︎

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strawberryclementine · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers at a Carnival 🎪

It's getting warmer out, so let's see what the Tokyo Revengers characters end up doing at a carnival / amusement park!

Sprints for the merry-go-round 🎠

Senju, Mikey, Shinichiro, Chifuyu

Goes on a thrilling rollercoaster 🎢

Hanma, Mucho, Izana, Wakasa, Akkun, Kazutora, Benkei, South, Naoto, Hinata

Not tall enough for the rollercoaster, fuming about it 💢

Senju, Mikey, Yamagishi

A whiz at carnival games 🧸

Hakkai, Yuzuha, Draken, Mitsuya, Pah-chin, Kisaki

Blows all their money losing at carnival games 😿

Takemichi, Baji, Nahoya, Sanzu, Shinichiro

Wants to try as much food as they can 🍿

Mikey, Hakkai, Mucho, Yamagishi, Makoto, Senju, Nahoya (he gets a pink and a blue cotton candy to share with Souya)

Too shy to admit they want to go on the Tunnel of Love 💔

Emma, Draken, Hakkai, Souya, Takemichi, Peh-yan, Akkun

Also shy, but gets someone else to suggest the Tunnel of Love first 🧠

Kisaki, Kokonoi

Blunt about wanting to go on the Tunnel of Love ♥️

Baji, South, Ran, Wakasa, Nahoya

Secretly thinks the Ferris wheel is super romantic 🎡

Kakucho, Kisaki, Mitsuya, Naoto, Chifuyu, Takuya, South

Gets nauseous on the Ferris wheel 🤒

Takuya

Most excited for the fireworks 🎇

Emma, Hinata, Kakucho, Naoto, Inui

There's a haunted house? Sign me up!🕯️

Hanma, Izana, Mikey, Draken, Nahoya, Yuzuha, Kokonoi, Yamagishi, Ran

Haunted house? Nah, they're already scared of the clowns 🤹

Souya, Sanzu, Rindou, Takemichi, Emma, Takeomi, Takuya

Wants to go home after ten minutes 🥱

Taiju, Takeomi

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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i love girls month ; twenty-fifth day.

synopsis: Here’s why you didn’t like men.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; angry!reader; wet kiss; drama; but also fluff; rather sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. hinata tachibana {tokyo rev}

“... She’s my girlfriend, you fucking idiot. Hands off and get out.”

Hinata immediately turned towards well-known voice, and an expression of relief appeared on her pretty face. She smiled at you, which you instantly reciprocated, but after a short second your attention turned back to the tall boy who was propping up the wall of the brick building next to your partner.

“But she’s not signed by you.” He laughed stupidly, and your hand automatically pushed him back a little. The boy frowned, taking a fighting stance.

“You’re disgusting. Don’t act as if all girls are your property and something to play with. She has her own mind and doesn’t want to spend her time with bastards like you. Find some male friends and don’t bother young girls. Groomer.”

“Listen, you little...”

“I won’t waste my time on units similar to you. I have better things to do than dealing with your person. For example, I prefer to take MY girlfriend on a date and treat her with respect. I recommend that you learn it, because with an approach like yours, you will never find anyone.”

You grabbed Hinata by her soft hand that smelled of apple hand cream, then pulled her to you and turned around as you walked towards the bus stop to take your loved one for an iced coffee and maybe some sweet cookie. After all, it was Friday and you could use your free time only for yourself and each other.

On the way, however, you stopped for a moment to give the lovely girl a long peck. The kiss was pleasant and tasted of grapes and a sweet cottage cheese roll – what your girlfriend probably ate for lunch at school.

During the kiss, you gently stroked the other person’s cheek and she smiled slightly in response; as always, she was sweet and full of sunshine. Your and her cheeks were slightly pink afterwards.

“Let’s go, my love.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” She whispered.

“You have nothing to thank for, baby. It’s my duty.”

previous day ; irene adler from moriarty the patriot ♡ next day ; nana osaki from nana

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