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╰┈➤ Possess Your Heart

➜ Synopsis: Running into your ex from years ago would be awkward for most people. However, your old flame very much disagrees.

➜ Pairings: Bonten!Ran Haitani x News Reporter!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Fem!reader, tr spoilers, op's oc as a minor character, no beta we die like men, small inspiration from a horror movie, reader and Ran dated once upon a time, reader used to be married, blood, stalking, death threats, murder + a dead body, very uncomfy night for reader all around, Ran isn't yandere but is very much a dickhead as per usual of him lol have fun

➜ WC: 2,428

➜ Note: done for the cherry collab created by @iwaasfairy!! this really interesting collab caught my attention and i just had to join in! and i also wanna add an apology for being late haha ^^;. but do enjoy! also pls hug reader, she be stressing here

➜ Taglist: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @pixelcafe-network @theseabreezestreet @iwaasfairy @imbibitorz

"In other news, gang activity here in Tokyo is on the rise now more than ever. Speculation has been led to believe that it could be from a supposed underground hiding away from where the average civilian could see. So far, no one has come forward with explanations and any attempts at us interviewing locals have been shut down," you began.

"However, from what the authorities reported, there are rumors that there are possibly gangs ruling deep within," you continued, walking a bit to the side as you reported on. People were walking by in the background, not minding the news reporter doing her job.

You knew better but would never let the audience or even coworkers know on live. Over the years after Tenjiku disbanded after the death of Izana, you befriended the Hanagaki kid and his friends and would later team up with them back during when three gangs ruled the prefecture; one having an iron fist compared to the others. You preferred to forget and to keep the past in the past.

"Recently, police have been trying to get more information but so far have only found dead ends. Will we ever know more about what could have Tokyo and possibly all of Japan trembling in fear? We may not know, or possibly ever." You added.

You could feel someone staring at you from a distance, but chose to not pay attention in order to not worry your cameraman and everyone watching live.

You would then end the report with your name along with, "NHK News. Back to you, Ishihara." Finally ending the live report before exhaling a long sigh, shoulders seemed to sag now that the act was over.

"What's wrong?" the cameraman asked, observing your exhaustion as he began packing up his equipment. The concerned tone he took was not lost on you.

You breathed in before you began, "I don't know what to do, Onaga. Ever since the divorce, I’ve been feeling drained lately. Not only that, I feel like I've been being watched and followed home. I don't want to think that I'm going crazy or paranoid, but I really think that someone is out to get me. I know that it's not my ex husband; although we're no longer together, he would never do that."

"I feel like it's not just anyone that could be stalking me… I feel like it's him," you finished, scratching at your hair almost nervously.

Onaga silently listened on before commenting, "Who? Who's this 'him'?" He asked.

Over the years you two had remained close despite outgrowing the delinquent lifestyle and Onaga always had an ear to bend whenever you needed it. Even as he now worked as your cameraman, he still remained by your side and looked out for you.

"Ran," you whispered softly, as if you were afraid to utter his name out loud. This made Onaga's eyes widen.

"Haitani?! You think it's really him?" He whisper-yelled, quickly looking around to see if anyone else was tuning in on the conversation.

Nodding in response as you put away your microphone as you continued, "I know it's him, I can feel it. If it truly is, I don't know what he could possibly want from me. And it hurts because I never got to have any closure with him nor Rindou. I never even got to talk with Kakucho again after everything that happened. I don't even see him when I go to visit Izana’s grave. I miss them all so much," you finished, fiddling with your fingers. A small habit from old times that popped up every now and then.

Onaga remained quiet, he was never big on you dating the older Haitani brother but kept quiet once he saw how happy he made you and vice versa. However, things took a drastic turn when one day you called him sobbing, telling him that you had a screaming match with Ran. That was the day you broke things off with him and it only got worse from there.

Way before the Three Deities battle happened, you had joined up with Brahman and Ran never hid disapproval of it as he and Rindou were in Rokuhara Tandai and that would’ve made you enemies. He even reasoned that you may have as well put a target on your back as some members of Terano’s gang were known to be very aggressive. Once they found out you were a Brahman member, there’s no telling what they would do. Both brothers knew they wouldn’t be able to always protect you.

You both clashed about that a few times but it grew worse after the final battle, as you had broken up and never saw him again afterwards.

Onaga sighed, "Let me drive you home, I feel that it's better that you have someone there with you," he said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You couldn't thank him enough.

However, you were not expecting to come across a nasty surprise when you stepped into your house. Had you known what impending doom was drawing near, you would’ve never gone home.

There on the kitchen counter after flicking the lights on, was a printed out note in a bold typed out font. As you picked it up to read, your blood ran cold as the following note read: "Stay away from looking more into us or you won't have any eyes to look with anymore, Miss Reporter." And on top of the note, was a flower. Not just a simple, random one; but your favorite flower.

You dropped the note, slumping to the floor in horror from what you just read. As you began struggling and gasping for air as you attempted to sit upright, questions began to flood your mind.

Who did this? Was it– No… after the divorce, he chose to move back to another city far away, his birthplace. He even texted you earlier saying that he made it back there safely. Sure you were now divorced, but it was a mutual decision and it was for the best.

And most of all, he never knew about you researching Bonten in your free time.

That had to be the case. Someone from the criminal organization somehow found out about your digging for more info to satisfy any curiosity for the day and put up the threat to stay away.

Whenever you were not working or had plans, you spent a lot of time looking more into Bonten privately and taking notes. You even went as far as interviewing shady people in dark and quiet places where hopefully no one would catch sight of your makeshift interview. Maybe one of those interviewees ratted you out? But why place a flower along, much less your favorite? A lucky guess maybe? Unless…

No. There was no way.

You tried to sit up, using the wall as support, trying to regulate your breathing. Could it really have been from him? But why would he threaten you this way? Was it an order to make a threat? Or was he the one that found out about you digging deeper?

But why now after ten years? What could he possibly want from you after all this time? You had hoped that he had moved on the same as yourself.

You had to call for help, but who were you going to call? The police? No, they won't bother. Onaga would have to do it for now, hopefully he wasn’t far.

Your hands shook as you began dialing your friend’s number, trying to calm down. Unfortunately, that plan was already falling through.

“No service?! What do you mean there’s no service?” You whispered, hands barely able to grip your phone. Panic began to skyrocket within you, what were you going to do? Run out of the house screaming for help? Your neighbors would give you strange looks and think you’re crazy but do you really have any other choice?

As you were ready to get up and make a break for it, that was when you heard it: footsteps. And some dragging along the floor. Your heart began to pound as both drew nearer, until the dragging stopped. But the footsteps never did.

You remained frozen in place, as if that was enough to save you from whoever was taking their sweet time in getting closer. You began to sob quietly as you curled up into a ball, hiding your face into your arms. You should’ve quickly moved to turn off the lights so you’d have a better chance of hiding; and now it was too late. All you could do now was hide away your face and remain still.

“How pretty.”

Your heart dropped as you slowly peeked to see who was talking to you. Your eyes widened as you recognized who it was.

Ran Haitani, the one that was supposed to be your forever. Despite it being ten years since you last saw him, you would never forget his face nor the sound of his voice. But you knew this wasn’t the same Ran you knew and loved so long ago. Despite his signature smile you still remembered, he looked at you with a calculating gaze that prevented you from moving. Looking over his new appearance, you noticed that he had traces of red dotting along his once pristine suit and cheek. This did not seem to bother him.

Despite getting no answer, he continued, “Why, you’re still very pretty just like the last time I saw you. In fact, calling you pretty is a big understatement; I should’ve said that you’re as beautiful as here.” He took a few steps closer despite you pushing yourself against the wall more. As if it would help keep him away.

“Ran, why are you here? Please, please don’t hurt me… what could you possibly want?” You asked, raising your arms a bit. Ran’s smile disappeared and formed into a frown.

“I would never hurt you, love. How could you forget that I never would dream of such a thing?” He asked. “I knew you would move on eventually, but you wound me. ”

“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly. “Look if this is some type you’re pulling, you’ve had your fun. Please leave.” You hated to beg like this, but he was terrifying you and you didn’t like it a single bit.

Ran’s frown only grew deeper, “Why? I thought we would have a happy reunion, just you and me. Did your dear old husband get into your head? Shame. I guess it makes sense considering that he stole your heart after I did.” Dread started to fill you immediately. If your blood wasn’t turning cold enough, you swore it was becoming icier at this moment.

“What did you do to him? He has nothing to do with me and you, leave him alone, please,” you said, almost demanding, only to be interrupted by a chuckle.

“Oh, you still care for him even after divorcing him, I see. It’s way too late for that, sweetheart.” Having said this, he would step back from you and walk to the corner he had come from. The dragging you heard earlier was back and the realization hit you more than you could’ve imagined once you connected the dots and saw the sight.

Placing the body a few feet away from you, you covered your mouth to muffle your screams. Laying on the floor covered in blood was your ex husband, no longer moving. Murdered by the man you once loved so long ago.

The quiet crying in the beginning turned into sobbing, “Why…? Ran, why did you do this?! He was innocent–”

This made him tilt his head in confusion. “My love, you don’t mean to tell me that you still care for this man even after separating. I love you,” he said, ignoring your crying as if it were nothing. “I may be years late, but the company I’m with… they’re not ideal,” he added with a chuckle. “But after being sent to give you a warning, I have a chance. I can take you with me and convince my ol’ leader to let you stay. Rindou would be happy to see you again, even if he won’t admit it.”

As he spoke, he once again stepped closer to you, this time closer than where he was before.

“Leave, just leave me be. Go away, please. You’re lying about everything,” you raised your hands in surrender, tears still running down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that this was how you two would reunite. From what he said earlier, it was easy for you to put two and two together and learn that he was a part of them: Bonten. The organization that truly had all of Japan at their feet. There’s no way he could want you back without killing you.

“I do love you, I never stopped loving you even after so long. And it takes a lot of love for a person to do this,” He said matter-of-factly, gesturing to the still bloodied body of your ex husband. “I know you still have some love for me, don’t you? You could live a lavish lifestyle with me, and be treated as the queen you are. Way better than how he treated you during your marriage,” You immediately shook your head.

“You know you want it,” Ran stated, smirking. Another headshake was your response. “You’d love it.”

You shook your head again, more frantic this time. This made his smirk grow wider into a smile you’d never seen before. Was this the last expression his victims saw before he killed them?

“Yes,” he moved even closer before leaning down to your level, uncomfortably close to you where you could feel his breath fanning against your skin.

Your old flame would gently caress your cheek, so gentle despite the violent act he did just before you came home. Feeling some blood that was left on his fingers now touching you made you wince and stiffen up.

“Don’t worry, my love, you’ll learn that the life I can give you will be better than this. I can protect you this time.” His smile grew softer as he said this.

You still had those feelings of dread and panic but this made them sink deeper than ever. There was no way out and you knew it, you were trapped.

Now you were stuck with the man who had your heart ten years ago who was now someone you greatly feared after forcing his way back into your life.

#tw // dark content #if u see me getting manipulated and kidnapped by fine shyt do NOT help me im right where i wanna be #MEOWWWWWWWW

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 21 days ago

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CHOCOLATE!

❤︎‬ touching! (+ prompt list) ❤︎‬ bachira meguru, sendou shuto, noel noa, michael kaiser x gn! reader ‪ ❤︎‬ wc: 2k/~500 words per character

BACHIRA MEGURU!

dancing with each other!

Bachira has learned to embrace his spontaneous nature. He’s aware that others don’t see life the way he does, and while it makes him stand out for better or worse, he’s learned to accept that part of himself and to roll with it. He finds joy in the mundane, color in the monochrome, sparkles in the dull. When he’s learning to love you, he draws you into that wondrous world of his, and you find yourself indulging in his shared sweetness and letting go of your inhibitions.

Love, seen through your eyes and his, is Bachira sneaking up behind you on a lazy weekend while you’re fighting with some pancake dough. It’s him tickling your sides briefly, and then you letting out an indignant screech out of surprise before melting away into a fit of laughter. It’s you swatting at him with your mixing spoon before he’s drawing you into a little impromptu dance around the kitchen. You’ve seen Bachira dance before; it’s one of the things he picked up more formally after seeing how nicely it’s worked out for him during his training at FC Barcha, but the dances he likes to pull you into are less formal and more fun.

The pancake dough is quickly abandoned as you slip your hands in his. Maybe you stumble over your own feet just a tad, but Bachira’s always there to smile encouragingly at you and help you find your rhythm. There’s no music save for your shared giggles and the mechanical hum of the fridge, but it’s all you need. His hands are warm and tender, squeezing at your own palms. Bachira loves you in a way that’s so tender and heartfelt, almost innocent in the way that he’s so boyishly devoted to you, but it runs so deep in his soul that it’s impossible not to feel as if he’s enveloping you whole in it and letting you freefall within the depths of his psyche.

His stomach growls while you try to memorize whatever complex dance step he’s improvising on the tiled floor. You raise an eyebrow at him before bursting into another fit of loud chuckles.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry,” you teasingly remark. “You know, if you let me go, I can go back to fixing us something to eat.”

Bachira pretends to think for a second before he pouts slightly. His eyes shimmer and shine like that of a cat’s nonetheless, and he doesn’t seem keen on letting you go anytime soon. “But what if I want to keep dancing? I’m having so much fun with you right now.”

“Who says we can’t dance after we’re done eating? We have all the time in the world to ourselves,” you laugh breathlessly when Bachira draws close to you. He has a way of making all the troubles fade away into the distance, like only the two of you exist in your happy little world. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek before he bites the soft flesh gently, gnawing at it affectionately.

“Choices, choices… Helping you make food or dancing in the kitchen together… I wish we could have clones of ourselves so we can do it all simultaneously,” he sighs happily against the shell of your ear. His hands squeeze lovingly at your sides. “Alright! Back to pancakes! Let me give you a hand, so we can get back to our little dance session faster!”

SENDOU SHUTO!

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up!

Sendou gets really giggly whenever he’s next to you. For someone who’s determined to come across as this super cool, totally untouchable ace of the Japanese U-20 team, he can’t seem to hold it together when he’s next to you. Even though he’s maturing the best he can as a professional soccer player and has the salary to match, you’re so stunning and such a good partner to him that he always feels as if you’re way out of his league no matter what he does. It doesn’t make him insecure per se, as much as it makes him all chatty and sheepish, like he’s a shy schoolboy approaching his crush for the first time.

And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t flattering. After all, you’re incredibly lucky to have someone as dedicated and as successful as him as your boyfriend, but to have someone like him wrapped around your little finger? It’s the perfect cherry-on-top. It’s fun to have him compliment your ear off about how cute you look even though you’re dressed in nothing but your raggedy pajamas, and it makes your heart skip a beat when you catch him going on and on about how much he likes you to his poor, fed-up teammates.

But right now, it’s putting you in a bit of a difficult place. The players’ locker rooms are strictly off-limits for anyone that isn’t a part of his team, but you just wanted to see him so badly that Sendou agreed to sneak you in! No one should be around the locker room at this time of day, so it should be a piece of a cake, but leave it to your luck to be shuffling around the locker room trying to hide while Sendou unsuccessfully attempts to gulp down all of his boyish giggles.

“Sendou? You there?” Aiku’s voice rings across the locker room, and you duck behind a set of lockers and hold your breath. Sendou’s turning as red as his hair from holding his laughter back, and he looks like he’s about to burst.

You hold your finger up in front of your lips. “Shhh…!” “...I’m trying! Swear I am!” He whisper-laughs, hearts practically forming in his eyes. Leave it to him to be lovestruck while doing something as silly as sneaking a visit when you shouldn’t be. His shoulders start shaking, and he doubles over. You can feel a mix of both endearment and panic shoot through your body when you can hear Aiku’s footsteps approaching, and as a last ditch effort, you slide your hand over Sendou’s mouth. You can feel hot puffs of his breath against your palm as he chokes down another wave of laughter, but thanks to your quick thinking, it remains quiet in your corner.

Aiku’s footsteps quickly disappear, and the coast is clear. You finally exhale deeply and let go of your hand, and Sendou basically collapses in your arms, turning into a pile of boneless putty as he giggles out your praise in between short breathless chortles.

“You’re- ha! You’re the best- Haha, did you know that?” He purrs, gazing up at you as if you had strung up all the stars in the night sky. Words can’t seem to express just how much he tugs at your heartstrings, and instead of a verbal answer, you reward him for his efforts with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

How could you not love someone like him? It was simply impossible.

NOEL NOA!

stroking their leg!

“You… are quite the pervert, did you know that?” Noa’s voice is deep and stern, as it always is, and despite what might be implied as disapproval in his words, he doesn’t make any effort to actually discourage your actions. And, honestly speaking, you don’t think you’re doing anything that odd either: you’re simply sprawled out next to him on the couch while one of his match tapes blare on in the background, and while he’s occupied with watching the tape to prepare for an upcoming game, you’ve made yourself busy by running your fingers up and down his bare legs.

If anything, you would say it would be more egregious for you to not be obsessed with his legs. He’s the world’s best striker and a professional soccer player, and you think it’s your duty as his devoted lover to shower his buff, muscular legs with as much attention as you can muster. And if that makes you a pervert in Noel’s eyes… Well, so be it. You can take the blow to your dignity if it means you can continue squeezing and stroking and smothering yourself in his legs.

Noel tilts his head curiously towards your direction, as if he can’t fathom why you’d be so obsessed with him. “You aren’t going to defend yourself?” “What is there to defend?” You beam cheekily up at him. As if to emphasize your point, you reach over to his calf and give it a tight squeeze. Your heart skips a beat when you can feel the sinew and tendons of his muscle tense up in response. You could spend all day drooling over just how strong he is.

Noel sighs deeply and shakes his head, but he pulls you closer and lets you continue your little actions. He’s gotten used to your ways a long time ago, and his quips are really just his own way of giving you permission and telling you he likes the attention, even if it makes him a bit shy.

“You’re a strange one,” he hums. He moves his head to press a kiss to the crown of your head, light and loving. “But I don’t dislike it at all.”

MICHAEL KAISER!

tracing the lines on the other’s hand!

Sometimes, as you absentmindedly fiddle with Kaiser’s hand, you think about the countless lifetimes he must have led before he got himself where he is today. There’s his childhood: cold, crushing, and battering. Then there’s the period of time where he was training to be a regular at Bastard Munchen: chaotic, desperate, and lonesome. And then there’s Blue Lock: crushing, revolutionary, and purposeful.

You follow the direction of his veins and draw small circles into his rough fingertips. His palms are rough with callouses and hardened flesh. To think he’s only nineteen. Whenever you think about how far he’s come, your heart squeezes painfully inside of your chest. You wish you could take even a fraction of his pain, anything if it meant he would hurt less.

You sigh and drop his hand, and it falls silently. Kaiser, from his spot by your side, immediately turns his head and frowns deeply. “What did you do that for?” “What did I do what for?” You blink innocently. His frown only deepens slightly, and he raises his hand back to your chest level.

“You stopped holding my hand.” He says it so plainly and so obviously, as if you letting go of him is the equivalent of you breaking a law in broad daylight. In his mind, it might as well be. You’re his lover, which means you’ve spoiled him by feeding his endless appetite for love day and night. Evidently, he misses your touch, even if it’s something as simple as you messing around with his hands.

He shakes the hand in front of you, as if he’s a treat and you’re the dog that’s supposed to take it. “C’mon. Hold my hand again.”

You bite back a smile. Deep down, he really is just a small little boy chasing after your love, and you’re prepared to give it unconditionally to him. As much as he wants. As often as he wants. However he wants.

You grab at his hand, and you lose yourself in aimless thought once more. Your fingertips ghost over the pale skin on the back of his hand, and you run your fingers over the outline of his knuckles. Only after every inch of his hand has been lavished with enough attention do you finally intertwine one of your hands with his, fingers interlaced tightly like an unbroken promise holding you firmly to him.

“Happy now?” You remark towards him. Kaiser pretends to think, tapping his chin with his other hand and his gaze swirling somewhere upwards. He taps his foot like a petulant child, but after a few beats, his characteristic smug grin returns to his face.

“Oh yes. Muuuuuuch better. You’re so cute when you’re being obedient,” he answers you. He gives your hand an adoring squeeze, only to then lift both your entwined hands to press his lips to them. A single kiss, lingering and loving.

That, that simple kiss, is his way of returning the favor.

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #x reader #bachira meguru #sendou shuto #noel noa #michael kaiser #my writing #new baekhyun album which means im SNORTING the fuck out of my yume cocaine

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