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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 6 - Unexpected Events

Chapter 5 - You are mine. ; Index ; masterlist

warnings: mentions of death and blood

Tuesday, 7pm

Ushijima left about an hour ago, he stayed quite long after last night. Strange enough you had a feeling that he felt bad when he saw all the bruises he left on your body and how you frowned with every movement.

You sigh and fall down on your sofa, pulling your blanket over your legs.

Why have I chose this life again? You sigh and look over at the plush owl.

Yeah why have you? At first you could say it was as if you were forced. Ushijima saved you this one night, that still hunts your dreams. Until that night you’ve always been naive, walking around the city at night, partying until the next morning or waking up in some strangers bed.

That night you got into the car of those two guys, they told you they just needed to ‘talk with some of their guys’. You got out of the car with them, the ‘other guys’ already waiting for them, but as soon as they saw you something changed. “We got something for us to have some fun” the one next to you said and pushed you forwards, you stumbled on the hard ground. The other got closer and you knew what was going to happen to you, but then he came. You still remember his words: “You’re here to work and not to take advantage of some innocent girl. GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER NOW!”. Then a shoot, and the guy who was feeling you up just seconds before fall down next to you. Blood running put off the wound on his head. The next thing you felt was his arm around your waist pulling you up, protectively pushing you against him, the gun in his other hand. You can still feel the warmth that filled your body in that moment. You never felt so save before.

Ushijima took you home that night and stayed until you felt asleep. The next morning you woke up finding some fresh croissants in your kitchen together with his number, saying that you should text him. And so you did.. and he asked you for one small favour. This favour was 2 years ago. You got used to all the money, the adrenaline and the fun.

“I’m so sorry Bokuto.” You say and pull the owl into your chest, feeling the tiredness taking over your body you closed your eyes.

Wednesday, 2am

Your eyes shoot open. What was this noise? Is someone at your door? Yeah there is definitely someone banging on your door.

You grab your gun and walk over to your door.

“Y/n.. please tell me you can hear me.” Wait you know this voice, but it sounds different?

You look throw the door viewer and you see exactly what you feared to see.

Quickly you open the door and help Bokuto in. Blood dripping out of a wound on his arm, his right eye is swollen and all in all he doesn’t look good, probably due to the blood loss.

You guide him to your bathroom and he sits down on your toilet.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask him and he nods, taking off his shirt. You grab a long tweezer and some bandages. FUCK your disinfectants are empty. “Bo, I’m sorry but I need to get vodka, I forgot to stock up on my disinfectants.” You look back at him, “Take that towel and press against the wound.” Hurrying back to your kitchen you grab the vodka and come back into the bath only to find Bokuto passed out. “FUCK!” You exclaimed and quicks check his pulse.

Okay. Everything is alright. He just passed out. You quickly clean up the wound with the vodka, which eventually gets him back to reality. “SHITT” he groans. “I need to get the bullet out. Here bite on that towel.” You hand him the towel he was originally supposed to press on his wound.

Carefully you remove the bullet with the tweezers and sew the wound together. You’re really glad you volunteered for the ambulance when you were 18. After putting on the bandage, you finally look into his eyes.

“Bo, what happened?” Your eyes filled with sorrow.

“Nothing major, one of the gangs that worked for us though it was a good idea to act up.”, He took a sip out of the vodka, “but don’t worry, I took care of them.” He lazily smirks.

“Bokuto - “ you start but he interrupts you. “It’s fine really, I can go now if you want. Your apartment just was the nearest and I needed somewhere to go and you told me that you volunteered for the ambulance so, sorry if I caused trouble.” He gets up, his face twitched in pain.

Why do all of them have to act so tough. You can’t even count the times Tosh stood in front of your door, with several wounds barley able to walk - all the convincing it took you to made him stay, it was ridicules.

“Bokuto, please stay.” You stutter. He turns around and looks down at you. “Do you really want that?” He asks. You nod and take his hand leading him to your bedroom, gesturing to your bed. He hesitates at first but then took off his shoes and lays down.

“Do you need anything?” You ask him and he smiles. “Just you in my arms.” Your heart arches and you slowly walk towards him. You sit down next to him and he wraps his non injured arm around you to pull you down on his chest. After a few seconds you shift and wrap one arm around his waist, your head rests on his chest while you throw one of your legs over his.

“Who caused them?” He asks, his fingers tracing the marks Ushijima left on your collarbone and neck. You gulp, already looking for an excuse. “Wait never mind, just tell me if it’s something serious with this guy?” He mumbles his fingers now run through your hair. “I really don’t know, it’s mainly sex but I-“ you sigh, you’ve actually always been confused about what this thing between you and Tosh is. “It’s fine, that just means that I have to take more effort in now to make you mine.” You feel your cheeks burn at his words - ‘To make you mine.’.

As if you’re in trance you look at his eyes and push yourself up, to kiss him. Finally you feel his soft lips again. Switching the position you’re now sitting onto of him, deepening the kiss. You don’t know how much practice he got, but you’re melting in the kiss, both of you not wanting to break it. Soon after you need air, he gently stokes your cheek and gives you a perk on your lips. “We should sleep okay?” You whine in response. “No baby, we sleep now, we are not in the right state to get this more heated.” He chuckles as you mumbles something not understandable and cuddle back up on him. His arm pulls you tighter onto him, his face nuzzled in your hair, as you fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

Wednesday, 7 am

You wake up by someone calling your name.

“Hey, y/n.” Bokuto whispers in your ear while planting kisses on your temples. “Baby, I know you’re awake.” He laughs softly and you groan. “Just a few more minutes..” You mumble and cuddle closer to him, hiding your face in his chest, shielding your eyes from the morning sun.

“Baby.. You need to get up. You have a class at 9am.” He stokes your hair and looks at you lovingly. You move your head, eyes fluttering because of the light and place a kiss on his jawline.

“I’ll just skip it.” You close your eyes again but Bokuto takes away the blankets and now you’re freezing. “OMG BO?!” Your eyes are now fully open and you look at him disgusted. “You don’t need to care about my education” you huff. Yes, you’re grumpy in the morning. Especially with the lack of sleep and your needed caffein. “Go and get ready, I’ll make some coffee grumpy.” Bokuto laughs. “Wait, let me check your arm first.” You look at the bandage on his arm, which has a light red sport showing. “No, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He lies, and clearly you know that he does, but you don’t have the energy right now to discuss this topic any further with him so you just sigh and make your way to the bathroom.

Wednesday, 7:50 am

“Here.” Bokuto places the cup in front of you, while you scroll through your phone checking your messages. “Thank you Bo.” You smile, not lifting your eyes off your phone. “Should I drive you to your campus?” He asks and lifts his own cup up to his lips. “Would that be okay for you?” You now look at him. His hair is still messy, he has dark circles under his eyes, one of his eyes is still some colour of purple, his shirt isn’t buttoned up completely, leaving the upper buttons undone. “You look like shit.” You state. “Oh you were the one putting vodka on my wound, how do you expect me to look?” He rolls his eyes in a joking way before he adds ”besides I’d put on a different shirt if I were you. There is quite some discolorations showing.” You groan, remembering the mess Ushijima left on your skin and get up to put on a T-Shirt with a higher collar.

Wednesday, 8:40 am

You get out of Bokuto’s car after saying your goodbye and promising him that you won*t ignore his messages and be save and most importantly text him if you’d feel uncomfortable.

Walking towards the building your class is held in you receive a massage from Ushijima.

From: Tosh

Wait for me in the room after the lecture ends. We need to meet Kags at the Casino afterwards.

You reread the message for five times and the ‘wait for me in the room’ won’t make any sense.

“Hey Y/N!” Your best friends walk up to you and you great them putting your phone away. It’s Ushijima after all who knows why you need to wait there for him.

Wednesday, 9:15 am

The door opens and your faculty director walks in. “I’m sorry to announce that Professor Bernstein died.” All the student immediately start to whisper, all the crazies theories about his death coming up, “YET we quickly found someone who will take his place for the rest of the semester. Please welcome -“ you stop listening. You already know who he is, and now you know why your old professor has died all of sudden. You roll your eyes as Ushijimas lock with yours.

Wednesday, 1:30 pm

You told your friends that you need to talk with the Professor because of some essay you had to do. They just smirked at you “You don’t have to lie, we have eyes. He is hot as fuck, shoot your shot babygirl.”

Sadly you weren't the only one staying in the room. Around 10 other female students are circling the desk Ushijima leans against asking him question after question - or more likely flirting with him. You huff. As if anyone of them would have a chance with him. The black hair one with this extremely deep cut shirt takes a step forward and - puts her hand on his chest?

The more you watch her touching him, the more annoyed you get. You sigh loudly, getting attention. He smirks and tells the other girls off, which still try to stay ,but quickly run off as his presence changes, showing that that he was not kindly asking them.

He slowly walks up to you. “Why?” You just ask him. “It was the Boss’s idea. We’re all worried about your safety since this Bastard picked you up on the campus and also came to you last night.” By now he reached the sport you’re standing, hovering over you. You open your mouth to say something but he’s faster “Don’t worry, I know you’re just playing your role babygirl.” He gently stokes your cheek. “Shouldn't we go now? I bet the others are already waiting.” You grumble and add “You took long enough answering those questions - about what? If your muscles are real?” If you could take back your words you would. The last part was supposed to be your thoughts only. ��Is my baby jealous?” He smirks. Yes, yes you are jealous. You’re not used to see other girls flirt with him that offensively. Usually when the two of you are around others it was visible for everyone that he was with you. “Now you know how I feel, when I see you with Bokuto. So just imagine how you’d feel if you know one of them spends the night at mine.” He whispers the last part in your ear. Your stomach twists simply by the thought of some other girl sharing a bed with him. Your lack of answers is enough for him to smile softly. “Exactly baby. But don’t worry. I don’t want anyone else than you.” he gently kisses the soft skin behind your ear. “Now let’s get going, the boss is waiting”

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ofcdove · 4 years

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𝓻𝓪𝓺'𝓼 ( 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 ) 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 001

hey y’all it’s me, lowering the bar for us all. here’s the plot list i’ve been promising but have yet to do. hopefully this one turns out way more organized and aesthetically pleasing than the trash bin that was my other one. you’re more than welcome to snatch up something that’s open ( just shoot me a dm ) ooooooor , lmk if i missed any plots because spoilers i definitely will so no i didn’t drop plots, i’m just a forgetful idiot!! you’ll also find all the resources to everything you’ll ever need to know about my muses below as well. see something you don’t vibe with anymore? tell me lets change things up. alright, yee? yee.

last updated : 4/1/2020

𝔻𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 / 23

normani. cis-female. she/her. ／ dove darling just pulled up blasting pressing me by rico nasty — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty three year old actress/musician, i’ve heard they’re really stubborn, but that they make up for it by being so vivacious . if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say early 2000s r&b playlists, princess cut diamonds, and shiny lipgloss over perfectly lined lips . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

intro here.

pinterest tba.

vc: doja cat & normani

she’s a hollywood starlite but also kinda a meme. daughter of an actor and a socialite -- dove comes from bunches of money. she’s a bit spoiled, but that doesn’t really make her any less friendly. tends to expect people to like her cause she’s so good at pretending. still, she balances that with being genuine. often described as surprisingly quirky in the media dove is honestly too fucking silly for her own good. probably anime trash on the low. your pr team’s wet dream thanks to her squeaky clean public reputation . just because she’s never been caught doing something bad -- definitely does not mean she’s an angel by any means.

current connections:

best / close friends: nathalia, kaia , maeve, adore, valentina, parker, heather, jack, allie, ashley , korday

current pr boyfriend : brodie

ex childhood best friend: milena

enemies; becca , zar, & cassie? i guess.

ex on good terms: rhett

exes on bad terms: ricki

fwb: damian

flirtationship: logan

party friends: xavi

ex fiance: harris

wanted connections:

party friends aka people dove really only hangs with in passing, usually after a few drinks .

ex on bad terms there probably aren’t many of these ! but, give her one that just really doesn’t like her bc they dated after her engagement was called off and she was more emotionally unavailable than ever.

ex pr relationships: self explaintory but, i’d like to see maybe one where they fell for her and she’s like “lmao this is fake... relax.”

enemies ! the more the better to balence out how many friends she has skajafs

anything else!

ℕ𝕠𝕖𝕝 𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 / 22

― chance perdomo. he/him. cismale. ／ noel laurent just pulled up blasting a boy is a gun by tyler, the creator — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-two year old rapper, i’ve heard they’re really reckless, but that they make up for it by being so altruistic. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say rolled up sleeves on an oversized sweater, missed 2am calls, messy notebooks filled with lyrics. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

intro here

pinterest tba

vc: kevin abstract

aka gay panic . my mother trucking baby. period. too kind to ever really stand up for himself. my one muse that is definitely a pacifist and avoids confrontation at all costs -- unless you’re coming for someone he loves. ( but tbh even then he doesn’t really want smoke sgkads) literally just a sweet boy. super soft inside and out, loyal to a fault, and overall well meaning. nurturer / dad friend . will often ignore his own problems simply for what he thinks is the greater good of his friends. selfless to a fault. tendency to fall into bad situations thanks to his reckless nature and inability to say no.

current connections:

best / close friends: xavi , future iridescence boys, valentina, milena, brodie, maeve, nathalia,

ex on bad terms: ricki

neighbor / light meaningless admiration : harris

past fwb: zar, heather

he’s scared of them: parker lmao

past hookups: valentina

friendzoned friends : kaia

flirtationship: adore

people he produces for: lavender, korday

wanted connections:

his sister.. listed on the main but lmk if you ever want more info on that!

more of the irridesence boys ( deadass the next person who brings one of them will get free dash icons from me. any style. i’m begging. bribery? it works ! )

unlikely friends !

exes on bad terms and good terms.

people he produces for .

anything else your sweet lil head desires !

𝕊𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕥.𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 / 23

luke hemmings. cismale. he/him. ／ scotty st.james just pulled up blasting despicable by grandson — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really detached ,but that they make up for it by being so venturesome . if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say old guitars, the smell of cigarettes and bourbon, and hundred dollar bills thrown in the air . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( it’s me! the raq )

intro

pinterest here

vc: 5sos / luke hemmings

a hot.... mess tbh. scott’s been through so much so he’s really guarded , over protective , and self loathing as hell. tendency to keep everyone at an arms length unless you’re someone very special to him and does not deal well with whatever he deems betrayal. though, that doesn’t stop him from being an absolute buffoon when it comes to seriously committing. as a side effect though, if you’re on the list of people he really fucks with he will fight for you. also, will fight cause he’s short tempered and shit at expressing himself. really fears abandonment seriously. lowkey scared of the dark eye -- :( he’s such a sweet boy on the inside but outwardly a prick like 99.9% of the time.

current connections:

best / good friends: brodie , harris , maeve , gus and parker

enemies: xavi, remy ( eh? debatable )

acquaintances ( aka friends but he’s too much of a dick to claim them ): cassie, ashley, heather??, kaia??

ex on really bad terms: genevieve / nathalia / korday

adoptive sibling: stas

childhood girlfriend / something really complicated : maeve

friends: ricki

wanted connections:

unrequited crush on him because im sure he milked that bc he wants affection w/o the commitment

party “friends” friends is so loose because he... never calls more than like 4 ppl his friend but he treats them like friends akass

a very bad ex pr relationship that he publicly cheated on so they could end things because he literally can’t fucking stan pr shit akjdfas

neighbors !

an enemies with benefits Perhaps? dont see that going further than they bicker but also smash ig sakfdjafd

anything else !

#i kinda hate this graphic #i think i forgot to color noel's photo BUT OH WELL #connections list #be proud of me i finally did this :)))#my music taste do be going off tho

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weloseeveryweek · 7 years

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my football day

Jersey on, scarf above head and singing the football anthem at the top of the lungs with thousands of fans in the stadium. Nope. That is not really how my football day looks like. My football day or should I say football routine can sometimes start way earlier before the kick off day. It usually starts by searching for information of the fixtures and me with zero experience of playing football trying to be a football pundit. Time zone apparently a bigger enemy than the opponent as games can go from 10pm to wee hours. Being eight hours earlier than GMT which means dates posted in websites are confusing as hell. It can sometimes post a problem such as waking up at 2am just to find out that the game is on the next day. Yup. True story. But that did not stop a passionate fan from watching the beautiful game. Like all other Asian fans, I can assure you that we are probably the most passionate bunch of footie fans. I bet most of y'all from the west never had the problem of watching games at odd hours but we suffer this problem week in week out. The torturing of time zone is real but we still do it for football. And that is what I call dedication.

Sometimes the local radio station would pump us up as early as Thursday or Friday for the big matches but otherwise Saturday mornings are the start of the routine. Confidence can range from super confident to nail biting, depending on the opponent. As the game draws closer, the confidence level will go down from ‘We got this!’, 'I think we will win.’, 'Please win this, I beg you!’ to 'You better win this game or I will burn this merchandise!’. But thankfully the burn tally is still zero until this date thanks to my cheapskate self that never allow me to do so. Couple of hours before the game, it is the social media time. It is not much of gathering useful information of the game but mostly about stalking player’s Instagram and having playful bantering with friends. When the staring line up comes out, the football pundit in me begins to work again. If the line up consist of players perform constantly well throughout the season, the confidence level will rise like a firework. If it is someone that has been doing badly for the last two games, I will freak out and question the abilities of the coach.

The football routine is slightly different depending on who’s game I am watching and how big the game is. I don’t really have a fixed routine or ritual as I was never a superstitious person. But there are a few things that I enjoy doing just for the sake of it. I like to have an Auntie Anne’s pretzel before a German football game or some cookies from Mark and Spencer during an English game. I would drink beer during Premier League games too. But don’t worry, I’m over the legal drinking age. Otherwise I am fine with whatever snacks that I manage to salvage from the fridge. My team does not score more because of me snacking on specific items but I still do it anyway. Most of the time I just wear the same colours as the club jersey just to represent my team. Sometimes if I forgot it was match day until an hour before kick off, I just continue wearing whatever I already have but the very least, I will make sure I am NOT wearing the opposition’s colour. For big games, I would wear jerseys if I have them. They don’t bear any names at the back because putting a name on an overpriced T shirt is like getting a tattoo. You only have that one chance and the result is permanent. I love too many players and I feel that I would regret if I pick one. I will either feel bad for my other boys that I ignored or I would feel sick starring at a person’s name that I no longer like. Anyway, I have to be fair to everyone. Some would suggest putting our own name but that to me just seem too self indulgent and I don’t really want strangers to know my name. Truth to be told I only have National Team jerseys where I wear them during big games. I have still yet to own a club jersey as I am still not sure if spending on 50 pounds on a Standard Chartered T shirt is worth the money. But the 2017/18 home jersey looks tempting. Hmm.

For Borussia Dortmund games or any German related game, a German Shepherd plushie will accompany me throughout the game. I would also chat with two of my closest Dortmund buddies Ms A and Ms J (not the one from America’s Next Top Model) that I get to know through social media. As a female sports junkie living in a country with a mind set of the 50s, bless the internet for being such an amazing platform for me to meet people that lives on the other side of the world. I am very glad to have two wonderful ladies that I share the same passion and philosophies not only in football but in life as well. Ms A is the calm and mature one that always sometimes sprout out some words of wisdom. She always remain positive and cool. I love the fact that she roots for underdogs and dark horses. She is the one that I go to for comfort when I needed some. And then there is Ms J whom always nut with me before and during games. She is the one that gets me pumped up for the games and I will always be the one who comforts her. If the team wins, we would scream and shout for the rest of the week. If the team losses, we both cry to each other. Live messaging with Ms J during Dortmund games are probably one of the best part of football experience and I hope we could do it more often.

The Liverpool routine is a bit unique. It is the only time that I actually watch press conferences on a regular basis. And now, it has become a must watch even if I had to miss the actual game. I could not remember when I start youtubing the pre and post press conference of Jürgen Klopp but what I can assure you that this routine will not end anytime soon. Kloppo always has good things to say about the players and his positivity is infectious to the players and fans. He makes you feel better especially when we are down, which is essential for me before and after a match. Right before the game starts, I would have my Liverpool T shirt and scarf with me. Sometimes it is just the scarf. If the game is on Sunday night, I would visit the Liverpool shop that is coincidentally nearby the church. Window shopping in the shop has been a norm for me although there isn’t really much to see. Some of the stuff are 3 years old and those same Brendan Rodgers mini figurines are still sitting on the shelves. Don’t they understand nobody wants Rodgers figurines even if they are free? We want Kloppo! I am still waiting for the miniature Klopp figurine but they never sell it separately. They only sell it in a set with the starting 11 players. The big ones are available but it would cost an arm so that is out of the question. By the time I feel like buying the whole set of 2016/17 players, the set has already sold. Dammit.

If the games are on the same time, I have to choose which one to watch. Since dad only watches English Premier League among the club games, Liverpool games are mostly the ones I end up watching. He is my football companion for the English games which is both fun and frustrating. Dad claims to be a neutral football fan but there are some teams that he likes more than others. What I observed is that he likes Manchester City and a little bit of Liverpool. The heart breaking part is dad likes to pour cold water on my favourite team or player. And for some odd reason, Liverpool never fails to give us plot twists. However, both of us enjoy making fun of top teams especially Manchester United when they lose. I don’t really hate the club itself but somehow they managed to recruit a number of unlikable people over the years. Now Mourinho is there we drag them even further. I am not ashamed to say that part of the entertainment of football is the coaches reaction, especially Klopp, Mourinho and Guardiola. Klopp is definitely our favourite in a positive way. And Mourinho/Arsene drama is better than those soap operas.

Mom would sometimes join the group probably due to curiosity. She would ask questions and I would suddenly become a football professor. I am proud to share my knowledge even though I know she will forget everything on the next hour. Mom does not really follow sports but she does know a few household names. For tennis, she could name the top guns such as Federer, Nadal, Murray, Djokovic, Sharapova and the William sisters. She also knows the famous badminton players by face like Lin Dan and Lee Chong Wei. In Formula One she knows Schumacher and Räikkönen. But in football it is a different story. If you ask mom about Ronaldo or Messi she would reply you that she knows nothing about them. So apparently both of them are not popular enough for mom. The only player she knows is Manuel Neuer. She does not know him by name, but every time Neuer is on the telly she would become enthusiastic and say 'Hey, is that the German goalkeeper?’. Mom is frustrating at times too as she would sometimes root for the opponent. When I question her loyalties to her daughter, her answer is that someone needs to support the other team. And apparently it is a mom thing to support the opponent because Ms J’s mom is like that too.

Win, lose or draw is not the most important thing in the world. Life still goes on despite the results but the unique memories of watching the beautiful game will always remain in my heart. As the game ended, I start to youtube for the press conference and google search for moments of the match. I look forward to the next match and repeat the whole process again.

No, wait. Is it a Saturday or Sunday game again?

#liverpool #lfc #GOD THE ASIAN FAN PROBLEM #i hate it SO MUCH #cries about mk dons still #thanks for submitting!!#prompt resonse #submission

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