Hello Please Reblog This If Youre Okay With People Sending You Random Asks To Get To Know You Better

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

someone please take me on bookstore dates, and talk with me about books, and our futures and aspirations, and then at the end we exchange our favorite books with each other, and drive home listening to music.

hi are you able to make a part two for this post? :0 if not that’s fine!! im in love with ur writing

Genre: Angst, Angst/No Comfort

Part Two of TR characters x estranged!reader

Included Characters: Ran, Kokonoi, Kazutora

⚠️TW/CW⚠️: pure angst, mentions of death, cursing, mentions/suggestions of suicide and attempted suicide, gaslighting, jealousy, mild injury, depression, self-harm in Kazutora’s part, manipulation, mentions of obsessions, trauma

A/N: Per-request, here is a part two of TR characters who are jealous with estranged!reader. Buckle up and get your tissues ready, this is gonna hurt you just as much as it hurt me 🥲 Enjoy!

Ran

“Seriously, y/n, you should go,” Rindou says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you from entering the club he and Ran owned. “No! Is Ran alright? I haven’t seen him in weeks and I’m worried sick!” you cry, trying to push past the younger Haitani, only for him to once again, gently pull you away from the club’s entrance by your shoulder. Frustrated, he grips your other shoulder, forcing you to still and face him, “y/n I know you're upset-” “I’m not!” you cut off. Rindou huffs before speaking up once again, “y/n I don’t want you to get hurt, please just go home and I can explain everything later.” “But, Rindou-” “God you’re so annoying,” a voice rings through the air, turning both yours and Rindou’s head to face the very root of the commotion between you two. Ran walks over to the two of you, gently patting Rindou on the shoulder to signal him to go back inside. Rindou’s grip tightens on your shoulder, hesitant to leave you to your demise, but he knew he couldn’t defy his brother. He lets go of you and walks back into the club. Gritting your teeth, you turn to Ran, “Ran, where have you been..,” you reach out to try to take his hand only for the dual-haired male to smack it away, “That’s none of your business.” “What?” Scoffing, he shakes his head before stepping closer to you, an unfamiliar anger radiates from him, an emotion that you’ve never seen directed at you before, “Are you fucking dumb or what? Can’t you see I don’t want you around anymore?” His words hurt, they hurt more than any stab wound or injury that could ever be inflicted on you. “Ran I…if there’s something I did wrong-” you were cut off with a slap to the face, the sudden action stinging your cheek raw. “I don’t want to see your pathetic face again. The only reason I was friends with you was because I felt sorry for you, but now I see why you didn’t have any in the first place.” That was all he said before walking off back into the brightly lit building, leaving you in the silence of the cold streets, with fresh wounds to mend all on your own. 

That night you stayed awake thinking about Ran had said about being your friend out of pity and it broke your heart knowing damn well it was true

You never had any friends due to your reputation for being “clingy” and “two-faced smarty pants” so maybe that’s why Ran didn’t want to be around you anymore

When you would go to school, life was hell. Everyone would whisper rumors about what had happened between you and the older Haitani. “I heard they were fwb.” “He was probably friends with her because she’s the smartest student in the school.” “For someone so smart, she’s really dumb to associate with a Haitani!”

You barely ate or slept, obsessed with your studies and upholding the title of the “smartest student” because it was the only thing you had left.

Some days when you see Ran around in school, you feel angry at what he did to you, but would also feel jealous of the multiple friends he had around him wherever he went.

It was as if he was silently telling you, “You’ll always be nothing but know-it-all”

Sometimes Rindou would come by your house to tend to your health after seeing you lose so much weight and letting yourself go, but you’d make sure to lock your doors–and windows–so that you didn’t have to face him because of how stupid you felt after not listening to him.

If you had stayed home, if you had just listened to Rindou, would things have been different? Would you still have Ran as your only friend?

Kokonoi

“What are you doing?” I questioned Kokonoi. He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he furrows his brows. Pouting, you take a seat across from him in the library, smirking at his attempts to try to ignore your presence. “For a gangster, you sure do act childish, Kokonoi,” you mock. Yet, Kokonoi remained focused on what he was reading. “What would Akane think of you now if she saw you living the life of a thug?” Slam! Slowly looking up from where his attention was focused, he finally greets your devious gaze with a murderous look. “What the hell do you want?” “It’s such a shame,” fauxed disappointment crosses your features, “you would’ve been quite the guy if you weren’t living the life of scum.” You calmly sigh as you pick up the book that your old friend had slammed on the table. Koko was livid, blood boiling and all, but he’d be damned if he lost his composure and gave you the satisfying humiliation you sought in him, “I could say the same about you. Despite being the top student at your school, you have the mind of scum yourself,” he remarks. Chuckling, you shake your head, “No wonder why Inupi hasn’t abandoned you yet.” Your face drops, dead eyes boring into Kokonoi, “You’re so pitiful, even for a money-making genius.” On the outside, it would seem as if your words bounced right off of the collected male. However, deep down, his heart was bleeding slowly as you ridiculed him and exploited his trauma for your own benefit. He refused to give in to your sadistic satisfactions. Stubborn as he may be, Koko could never ignore or refuse the pain that came with your sharp words.

You and Kokonoi had fallen out of touch after the death of your friend Akane, due to the fact that you blamed him for just rescuing Inui and not Akane.

Both of you were smart, and were complete geniuses when it came to making money. And, despite being on bad terms with each other, you both silently competed with one another as to who could earn more money when the opportunity arose.

And, sure, you highly disliked Koko for his obsessiveness with Akane, but what really topped it off was when he had dragged Inui into the life of delinquency with him.

Sometimes, you’d wonder if Koko only stayed with Inupi because he looked so much like his sister, slowly coming to the realization that he never moved on from Akane.

You would worry that he’d possibly get Inupi killed due to his stubbornness and obsession, so from then on you did everything in your power to stop his efforts of success, even if it meant holding Akane's death over his head.

Fun fact: Your just as obsessed with Inupi as Koko is

When you see Inupi around school, you try to turn him against Kokonoi and try to convince him to come back to school and quit living as a thug.

Kokonoi does the same, but tries to manipulate him into believing that he’ll help him revive the Black Dragons to the way they are again.

Kazutora

“I’ll kill him,” Kazutora mutters as he throws another dart at Mikey’s picture. Rolling your eyes, you continue to tend to your studies on the floor. “Could you keep it down, I’m trying to study.” A sigh escapes your lips as you witness yet another dart pierce the picture of the young gang leader in the photo. “What do you even have against Mikey, he knows you didn’t mean-” “How the hell would you know?!” he suddenly shouts, his shadow swallowing your small frame as he towers over you with a hateful aura. You keep calm, gently placing your things down as you stand up to challenge the duel- hair colored boy. “Because if he thought you did it on purpose, he would’ve killed you by now.” He scoffs, “So you're taking his side huh? What? You want me gone too?” he growled. “What? No! I’m just saying, you don’t have to resort to violence to solve your problems!” you shoot back. “If you just-” “NO!” his raised voice catches you off guard, completely freezing you in place. “Why the hell should I listen to you when you don’t even know what it’s like to be in my place?” he hisses, glaring daggers at your cowering figure. “You grew up with a fucking spoon on a fucking silver platter. Even now, you get anything and everything without having to fight or work for it.” Your lips trembled as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “Kazutora…t-that’s not… ” “It is! You’re just a spoiled bitch that gets what she wants because you had friends to support you. You had parents to support you. But guess what, not everyone has the life you live, so don’t tell me how to deal with my problems when you've never been through your own. God, why does a girl like you even exist?” It was as if your whole world was shattering all at once. Why did he say that? Was it all really true? Warm streaks of tears cascaded down your face as you slowly broke down at your friend’s words. “Wow,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “what the fuck are you crying for? If you’re really this miserable over a few words, then why don’t you do the world a fucking favor and go die somewhere. The last thing someone wants is a crybaby goodie-two-shoes.” “Why, Kazutora?” you whimper, “why are you saying this, I didn’t mean to-” “Get out.” “W-what?” Growling, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the door of his house, “I said,” he throws you down on the concrete of his porch along with your things, “Get the hell out! Go away! Go kill yourself and leave me be!”

That day, you didn’t understand why Kazutora drove you away, but regardless it didn’t stop you from going into a depression.

No matter how much you tried to study to drive away your thoughts, it wouldn’t work.

You couldn’t sleep at night, feeling guilty about your upbringing and thinking how much Kazutora had suffered in his past as a kid, while you sat home with everything you needed while your parents took care of everything.

You developed the habit of often apologizing for things that weren’t your fault and your self-esteem had gone down a lot, so you were constantly putting yourself down.

You hadn’t seen Kazutora that much during school either, but he certainly saw you, as well as the way your other friends would crowd around you, asking about your day and how you were feeling and complimenting the newest clothes you were wearing. It made him more pissed off seeing how you had the life he never got to have and yet despite what you were feeling, you still had people to support you.

On rare occasions when you did see Kazutora around school, he’d insult you or flat out curse you out whenever you so much as looked at him. He hated you with a passion and the fact that you were seeking him out caused him to fester his hatred.

Eventually, he escalated to bullying you when it was clear you wouldn’t leave him alone and you’d just accept because you thought that you deserved it.

One day, Kazutora had ended up having a group of gang members beat you until sunrise and afterwards you went home and ended up cutting your wrists. 

Your parents had to drive you to the hospital and when you had explained to them what happened and what you did, you never went back to school again and was homeschooled until further notice.

hello! can I have some headcanons for Kakucho, Rindou, Ran, Baji and Mochi (if you write for him-) like on their wedding day? would they be emotional, are they bridezillas themselves? etc :>

of that's fine with you ofc!

A/N: hello luv! Thank you so much for the request ❤️ Here’s some headcanons of Kakucho, Rindou, Ran, Baji, and Mochi on their wedding day, I hope you like it!

Kakucho

The day he told you he loved you, he swore to himself he’d marry you.

Lo and behold, after years of putting your relationship to the test, he popped the question.

The day of the wedding, he was ecstatic... but also afraid.

Will he be a good enough husband for you? Is it selfish of him to marry you despite the different lives you live? Would you end up in danger because of him and what he does?

So many thoughts flooded through his mind, wondering what he did to deserve having you by his side let alone being so blessed as to accept him as your soon-to-be husband.

While Kakucho swims in doubt at the altar, Ran nudges him, signaling that you were about to walk down the aisle.

When he lays eyes on you, it seemed as if time itself had stopped, and he couldn’t help but cry at how serene you looked.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, all of his doubts were washed away, and the only thing that was in his mind at that moment was that he definitely wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and never leave your side.

Despite having all the members of Bonten around him, he was crying the whole time while you walked down the aisle. 

During the afterparty he’d constantly whisper sweet nothings to you while caressing your hand which was now adorned with the wedding bands that officially labeled the two of you as husband and wife.

Would slow dance with you for the rest of the night without a care in the world.

When midnight had struck, the both of you drove in a limo to a suite that was prepared where you would spend the rest of the night with your own exciting activities ;) 

Rindou

On the outside, Rindou is calm and full of smiles. The ideal reaction of someone ready to get married to the love of their life.

On the inside, he was a complete disaster.

Before the ceremony, he had dragged Ran into the dressing room confessing that he didn’t think he could go through with the wedding.

Similar to Kakucho, the younger haitani was filled with doubts, thinking he didn’t deserve you or that he’d mess up in the future and neglect you due to his lifestyle as a high-profile criminal.

Ran knew his brother was just being dramatic (in his own way) and didn’t know how to deal with this new chapter being made in his life. 

Ever since they were kids neither of the haitanis knew what it was like to be in love, let alone to dedicate themselves to just one person.

He forces Rindou to go to the altar, constantly whispering that he would be fine and to “suck it up”.

While he waits for you, he sweats bullets while constantly checking the time.

Lowkey thought that you had left to be with someone else (poor rin rin😭)

When you finally walked down the aisle he couldn’t help but gawk and blush at how beautiful you looked in your wedding dress.

Not only that he was dying of embarrassment when he could hear his brother teasing him from behind.

He was so impatient to kiss you that he didn’t give the priest the chance to officially declare the both of you husband and wife.

During the afterparty his brother gives a sappy, overdramatic speech about the two of you and ends up showing some baby pictures of Rindou.

By the end of the night the both of you were cuddled up on a bed in a hotel Ran had booked for the two of you to stay in while enjoying the rest of your wedding night.

“Hmmm, thank you…” “For what?” “For becoming my wife, Mrs. Haitani.” “Anything for you, Mr. Haitani.”

Ran

The moment he proposed to you, he already had the whole wedding planned out. 

He would constantly be on the phone making arrangements with the wedding planner and always asking for your opinion on what would go best for the theme of the wedding.

The day before the wedding, the wedding cake hadn’t arrived yet and Ran almost lost it. It took you and his brother three hours just to get him to calm down before he hunted down the cake decorator. 

Thankfully, Rindou had ordered a back-up just in case the first one didn’t make it.

The day of the wedding, he’s constantly asking Rindou if he looks good, or if his hair is out of place. (I hc him as the type of person to be nit-picky about how he looks)

“Rindou! How do I look?” “The same since yesterday.”

Did I mention that this man gave the tailor such a hard time with his suit?

When he had picked it up, he spent two hours getting his suit re-pressed because it “wasn't good enough”.

As he’s standing at the altar he can’t help but smirk to himself at the idea of finally putting a ring on your finger.

When the priest had announced to kiss the bride he immediately dipped you down and went straight for your lips (yk that cheesy scene of the groom kissing the bride, yeah that would be him) and afterwards, he carried you bridal-style down the aisle.

The afterparty had exceeded your own expectations, and of course when Ran sees your reaction he can’t help but tease you. “This is the least I could do for our big day, darling~”

HE DEFINITELY PREPARED CUTE WEDDING GAMES FOR YOU TWO TO PLAY AT THE PARTY.

Danced to Footloose with you.

Ends the night with him driving you to the penthouse where the whole place is decorated with rose petals, candles, and a bunch of gifts presented neatly in your shared bedroom.

Baji

Day of the wedding he tried to sneak a peek at you while Mitsuya and Yuzuha were getting you ready (he ended up getting caught by Draken and got dragged away).

Poor guy forgot his vows and was practicing with Chifuyu and Kazutora at the last minute before it was time for him to go to the altar and start the ceremony.

Similar to Kakucho, he definitely would ball his eyes out when he sees you walking down the aisle. 

When it was time to present his vows, he still didn’t remember anything, so he just  said “fuck it” and said whatever came to mind. (surprisingly made everyone cry, including you)

After being pronounced husband and wife, he gave you the sloppiest kiss ever and ended up ALMOST making out with you. You had to push him back just so it wouldn’t go so far and meanwhile he was just smiling like an idiot. (let's be honest, he knew what he was doing)

The afterparty was absolutely wild.

There were numerous pranks being played on the both of you by Mikey, Chifuyu, and Kazutora.

Pah-chin and Pey-yan were always cracking jokes about how Baji was able to snag someone as special as you and he’d play right along with the friendly banter.

When it was time to cut the cake the both of you fed each other slices of cake.

Mikey waited until Baji’s face got close enough to the cake so he could smash his head in it after feeding some to you.

At the end of the night, he’d take you out on his bike with the rest of the gang and ride around Tokyo as a way to finish off celebrating your marriage.

Mochi

He spent a lot of money on your wedding. He especially went out of his way to spend a lot on your honeymoon.

The days leading up to your wedding, he spoils you with small gifts and extra attention (e.g. taking you out on shopping sprees, running you baths, etc.).

As a bonten executive he is the most brutal and cruel towards others, but with you he’d do anything for you.

Similar to Ran, he’d make sure that the wedding would go smoothly and he didn’t want you to worry much about the planning. 

If there was something that you didn’t like or was unsure of he’d make adjustments in a heartbeat.

The day of your wedding, he kept checking his pockets to make sure he had the ring (his worst nightmare was to marry you without putting a ring on your pretty finger)

He kept revising his vows in his head.

He was completely awestruck when he saw you in your wedding dress.

He broke down as he was reciting his vows to you.

When you both were pronounced husband and wife, he kissed you while twirling you around.

At the afterparty he feeds you whatever you want to eat because he doesn’t want his newly wedded wife to lift a finger (I imagine him to be extra sweet and caring with you on your wedding night)

When the both of you get the suite that he had booked for the night, he helps you take off your wedding dress and wipe off the make-up on your face.

He would run you a bath and massage you with lotion and different scents while telling you how you’ve made him the happiest man in the world. 

“Leave everything to me sweetheart, let me show you how much I love you.”

Hello! Anon here who requested the partner headcanons. I just want to say thank you jdvdjejwh I literally screeched when I saw it and I was giggling like mad after reading it. Have a nice day ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Of course, I'm so glad you liked it :)) and thank you so much for the request, I loved writing it ❤️

Hello hello! May I request for some angsty headcanons for the tokyo rev boys with estranged friend reader who they cut ties with cause they lived two opposite lives (and is secretly jealous of each other) BUT the prob is they always see each other in school busy being a delinquent and the other being an overachieving goody two shoes. Thanks you in advance ❤️❤️❤️

Genre: Angst

TW/CW: Jealousy, hurtful comments, mentions of/reader suffering from burn out, mentions of the stage of grief: denial, cursing, reader kinda gaslights herself in Baji's part

Characters Included: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji

A/N: heyy Anon! I am so, so, so sorry for the wait, thank you so much for being patient! This one's for you, enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2

Mikey:

You and Mikey were childhood friends and from anyone’s point of view, it was obvious the two of you were close. However, things became different when Toman was formed. Slowly, you and Mikey began to drift apart. You tried to make the little friendship you both had last, but it was all futile. The last thing Mikey said before he severed the few strings between the two of you was, “You’re useless to me. You’ll only hold me and Toman back, so it's best if we go separate ways.”

After that day, you had been in complete denial that Mikey ended the bond between the two of you.

You tried calling him and looking for him at school, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Overtime, you would try to get over him, seeing how maybe he was right and that things just wouldn’t work out between the two of you since both of you were striving for completely different things in life.

That’s what you try to tell yourself at least.

As a way to distract yourself, you’d put in 100% of your effort into your academics to the point where you would constantly suffer from extreme burn out.

You began to distance yourself away from all your other friends, and eventually be hated or envied by most of your peers.

Meanwhile, you hadn’t noticed that Mikey had been watching you from a distance, making sure no one dared lay a finger on you.

“Once a good-girl, and always will be a good girl,” he whispers to himself, a smug smirk growing on Mikey’s face as he watches from afar as you become engrossed in your new assignments while walking back home.

Draken: 

“W-what?” you asked, stumbling back a bit as you try to process what Draken had said. Sighing, the tall male takes a big step toward you, shadow swallowing your own as he bores his cold eyes down on you. “I don’t want you around anymore,” his words once again sting you like you’ve just been slapped across the face, “all you do is focus on school, whatever happened to the fun, pretty girl I used to know? You’re no fun anymore”. Tears began to well in your eyes, but you force them back, not wanting to show any weakness to your new-found enemy. “You know what,” you grit out, holding his stare, “I wouldn’t want to be around a thug like you anyway! You’ll just get me in trouble and ruin my life!” You spat, swinging your backpack onto your shoulder as you shove past him.

Oh, you would definitely show him that you would be just fine without him around.

The moment you got home you lost his number and wiped away any traces of him. From burning pictures of the two of you together, to dumping all of his belongings in the trash.

Time passes and your in high school, currently class president and ranking #1 when it comes to test scores.

Meanwhile, Draken was rarely seen in school, too focused with Brahman and bikes, and sometimes secretly keeping watch of you.

Most of your female classmates didn’t have much respect for you, too envious of you after seeing how you had both beauty and brains. However, most of the boys in your class would constantly drool for you, and even go so far as to do everything you asked them to when needed. 

This fact had Draken livid.

Every day he was forced to watch some random guy (usually from quite a good background in comparison to himself) try to impress you or find a reason to talk to you, and it’d have his blood boiling as he watches from the sidelines. And to top it off, you’d entertain them and go along with the little game they were playing, including flirting with them.

However, what Draken didn’t know was that his “secret spying” wasn’t much of a secret at all, since you’ve known he’s been watching you for quite a long time.

Ever since that day, you promised you’d do everything in your power to hurt him like he hurt you. You wanted him to suffer. And what better way to do that when you have the power to make him see how much of a treasure you are after throwing you away like garbage? Maybe he’ll learn a lesson after your done tearing down his pride.

Mitsuya:

“You know… it must be hard having to balance a life as a part time babysitter, being a delinquent, AND running the school’s sewing club,” you say with fauxed concern as you eye Mitsuya from the doorway of where he worked in the classroom. “What do you want,” he scowls, refusing to meet your gaze as he continues with his work on the sewing machine. Humming you slowly walk over to him, eyes scanning over his focused orbs and his terrible posture. “It’s useless,” you state, using the heel of your foot to turn off the extension plug of where the sewing machine was powered by, “you’ll never beat me Mitsuya, so just stick to being a scummy thug and leave the sewing club to me.” “Get. Out.” he growls, finally lifting his head up to face you. "Oh come on, taka-chan~," you coo, leaning slightly over the table, "that's no way to treat a former friend."

The two of you were close when you both were kids, and when you both had discovered a similar passion for sewing, it was no surprise that you two had clicked immediately.

As you two grow older, you and Mitsuya began to grow apart due to his sudden interest in delinquency, while you strived to become a successful fashion designer in the future.

But what really broke the two of you apart was when you both had competed in a small fashion competition, which resulted in Mitsuya winning first place.

From then on, you had despised Mitsuya, seeing how not only he wanted to be a delinquent but also become a successful designer as well.

When Mitsuya became the sewing club president at your school, it only added more fuel to the fire, and it was safe to say that the whole school knew about the little rivalry between the two of you.

When you would happen to pass each other in the hallways or if you would just happen to stumble around the corner where the sewing club is, you’d peek through the glass to see him helping the club members that admired him as they worked on different projects.

You would often curse yourself as your mind wonders as to what things would have been like if you and Mitsuya had still been friends. 

On the other hand, when Mitsuya would work on projects of his own, he would always have the thought of you and him working side by side and would think that if he had time machine to see what went wrong, he’d fix the pasts mistakes in order for you and him to still be together.

Baji:

“Just what the hell were you thinking Baji?!” you shout, a mixture of anger and concern settled in your tone as you look at your bruised faced friend that was completely relaxed as he settles into your couch. Baji rolls his eyes scoffing,“It’s not that big a deal, I only got punched once.” “Not a big deal?” you repeated, folding your arms, “Baji we were just walking home and the next thing I know you're suddenly getting into a brawl with a fucking gangster twice your age, that is more than a big deal!” you shoot back, pacing back and forth in your living room as you rub your temples to try to soothe the headache coursing through your brain. “Yeah? Well it doesn’t mean much to me, because unlike your goody-two-shoes-self, I know how to take a fucking hit,” he defends, standing up to close the distance between the two of you which causes you to halt in your action, “your overreacting, it’s not like you were the one fighting,” he spits, glaring down at you. “You know what,” you growl, your piercing gaze challenging his own, “if you think I’m overreacting so much because I'm worried about you, then go ahead and find someone else to leave you to get killed!”

After the argument you two had, you stopped seeing each other from then on and decided to live the different lives you both wanted.

Baji had gotten into more fights since then on, and every time he tried to clean himself up (and end up having to call chifuyu or his mom) he’d think of the times you used to dress his wounds.

Baji would pass by the nurse’s office with Chifuyu tailing behind him and he’d watch from a distance as you would help nurse a fellow classmate while scolding them about being careful and taking care of themselves.

Seeing you happy with others and scolding your friends once in a blue moon struck a nerve with Baji, seeing how you're doing fine without him, meanwhile he could barely wrap a bandage around his finger. 

Meanwhile, you would wonder as to how Baji was doing without you.

When you would study by yourself or help out a friend, you’d think of all the good times you’d have when you would have to constantly help Baji with his homework.

But, when you’d feel yourself missing him or thinking about him, you would remind yourself about the argument you had with him and would tell yourself that it was for the best since he clearly didn’t value how much you had cared for him