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getosbigballsack · 3 years

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I'm breaking up with you prank.

Influencer! boyfie Gojo

influencer! Gojo x influencer reader

Word: 3.9k words

Synopsis: The reader decides that she wants to prank her boyfriend Gojo and it almost ended in bad.

Warning: a bit angst, implied sexual content. Gojo is a softie.

(it's a part of a series I'll like to start so don't be afraid to make a request.)

The moment you sat in front of the camera, you knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible idea (well not for the viewers because they are going to find it entertaining), but you knew how dangerous this prank was going to be.

You may or may not have strength in your legs when your boyfriend is done with you.

Either way, you had to do this. You had to prank him back. So without any further thoughts, you pressed record on the camera, and then you did your intro.

"What's up guys, you know it's your favorite girl Y/N and welcome back to our channel," you did your little dance while smiling then you went on with the rest of the intro. "So today! Today, today (I am a fan of the prince family) I have a bombass prank video ready for you guys and to be honest, I'm scared."

You took a deep breath before looking down at your phone, the one that your boyfriend gifted you with in the last video he made, then you looked up back at the camera.

"I'm pranking Satoru today and I'm not sure if I want to do this prank on him, but your girl is gonna do it anyway. He might cripple me *clears throat dramatically* but I don't mind."

You bit your lips as you thought of the many nights your boyfriend, the one and only Gojo Satoru has left you with your legs feeling like noodles and your throat raw from all the screaming he made you do.

"So right now, I believe Satoru's home, and let me tell you, he's not going to come over because he thinks I'm upset with him. But I'm not! HEHE, I'm only pretending to be, just so that this prank can work."

You had to pretend to be mad at him for this prank to work. So the entire day yesterday, you gave him cold shoulders, you didn't give him any kisses and you didn't even spend the night at his home. You did all of that even though it pained to watch as he pouted and tried his hardest to get your attention or to say to get you to not be mad at him.

But you had to because...

"I am going to do this prank called, I'm breaking up with you. Listen, guys, Toru Is going to flip out. But I'm doing this for you guys. So please give this video a big FAT thumbs up and don't forget to share and subscribe to our channel. Without further ado let's get it."

You cut the camera and you quickly went to set up two hidden cameras in your living room, then you went back to your room, checked for outfit one last time before you went back to recording.

"Alright, I'm going to send him a breakup message and I'll screen record my screen so you guys can see his response. So here we go I'm ready."

You quickly went into your boyfriend's chat to see all the messages he sent you last night. You almost pout when you saw that he sent you a selfie of himself laying down in bed with an adorable smile on his lips and he left a caption: Good night Moochie I miss you💖 and I love you❤.

"Toru is such a baby," you cooed before clicking out of his photo. "Time to prank him."

You began typing your message in hopes to make it a bit quick and also short.

You: Gojo... I can't do this with you anymore. We need to break up.

And in an instant, you got a reply.

Boyfie: Why?

"Guy's he replied, ok so let's say this." You said to the camera before you began typing again.

You: it's just not working out between us anymore. I'm not happy.

He read your message. You watched as the typing bubble appeared at the bottom of the screen and you peered at the camera nervously.

Boyfie: I don't understand. We were just fine until yesterday. Did I do something wrong?

Boyfie: baby you need to talk to me.

Boyfie: what's going on? Where is this coming from?

You started to type a response, but before you even got a chance to answer his message he started calling.

"He's Facetiming me," you said as you held back your laughter. "I'm not going to answer. Because if I do he'll see that I'm joking around."

You waited until it stopped ringing. But as soon as it did, he called you again.

"I should have known that he's not going to stop calling me. I am going to decline his call.”

And you did just that. You giggled once again when you saw the typing bubble appear once more.

Boyfie: Babe answer the damn phone and stop playing with me

Boyfie: We need to talk about this.

You almost felt bad for pranking him, but he deserved it not after he pranked your last time before he gifted you with the phone you were currently texting him with. So you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat and went on with the prank.

Boyfie: Moochie…

You: There is nothing for us to talk about Gojo. I’m done with this relationship.

Boyfie: NO! You’re not leaving me. Y/N answer the phone and talk to me.

Your phone started to ring again. “Shit! Ok, I’ll try my hardest not to laugh.”

You laughed as you answered his call and then you immediately placed your big finger over the camera. You didn’t want him to see the grin on your face. You watched as his face appeared on the screen. You cooed when you saw his adorable angry pouty face.

“Y/N come on let me see you,” he pleaded as he leaned back on his sofa and waited for your face to appear on the screen. You silently laugh before clearing your throat to speak.

“No! You said you wanted to talk so talk, I don’t have all day,” You said to him.

“Tch! You need to let me see you Y/N. I’m not fucking playing with you right now. I wanna see my girlfriend,” He said while rolling his eyes as he waited for you to appear on the screen. You slapped your hand over your mouth to silence your gasp. Gojo never swears unless he’s having sex with you. Even when he’s around his best friend Geto (the one who swears like a sailor) he still refuses to do so. He said that it’s a bad habit. “Y/N!”

“Gojo,” You said with the most unbothered voice you could muster up. You removed your thumb from the camera and let him have a look at your face. “And I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I said I’m done.”

“And I said that you’re not leaving me. You need to tell me what's going on. Why do you want to leave me all of a sudden? We were cool until yesterday,” He said before taking a deep breath as he continued to speak. “Out of nowhere you got so sour with me and I don’t know what the hell I did. You need to tell me so that I can fix it because breaking up with me is not an option.”

You bit your lip to hold back the laugh that was stuck at the back of your throat. Damn, he looked as if he was about to cry, and also from the look, he carried you knew he was dead-ass serious about you not leaving him.

“I don’t need you to fix anything, Gojo. I just want you to leave me alone.”

He hissed his teeth, you watched him sit up in his seat and place his phone in his lap, then looked down at the screen. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He only does this when you’re on the verge of pissing him off. “Leave you alone! That’s not going to happen. Talk to me, let’s talk this out and then I can fix my mistake.”

You didn’t know what to say to him really since he was your first and only boyfriend you never actually ended a relationship before. This prank is not as easy as you thought it’ll be. “I’m done Gojo.”

“Why though? What’s going on? Like what did I do?” He asked again.

You sighed as you tried your hardest to think about something, anything and that's when you remembered that you saw him talking to his ex-girlfriend yesterday inside the library. You usually don’t take offense to it because you knew he had no feelings for her. You know the only reason he’s talking to her is that they have a project due very soon.

So you never cared, but you figured that it’ll be the perfect opportunity to pretend to be mad because he was talking to her.

“You’re acting as if you don't know what you did wrong?” you said to him and he sighed heavily.

“I don't, that's why I’m asking Y/N,” He said to you.

“Just forget it Gojo, I’m done and I just need you to know that,” You said to him before hanging up. You sighed heavily before looking up at the camera. “This is extremely hard, guys. Shit, he’s calling back.”

You took a deep breath before answering, “So you're just going to hang up on me like that?”

“I have nothing else I want to say to you Gojo,” You said as you bit your lip and looked away from the camera. This was getting intense for a prank but you had to continue. For the supporters.

“Moochie, tell me what’s going on so I can fix it please,” he pleaded over the phone. You glanced down at the screen and saw that he had tears in his eyes. God, you knew that this was going to be hard. “I don’t understand what is going babe, we were just fine the other day.”

“Well, we aren’t now.”

“Why Y/N? What did I do?” He asked you once again. You tried your hardest to keep yourself from laughing. This was too funny but it was also hard. "Moochie, please talk to me."

"I have nothing that I want to say to you Gojo," you repeated once more.

"You can't just break up with me without an explanation moochie," he said before clearing his throat. "You're not breaking up with me, so let's talk it out here. Tell me what on earth did I do, let’s fix it Moochie."

"There's nothing left to be fixed Gojo," you heard him sniff before taking a sharp breath.

"What do you… You know what? I'm coming over because you're not about to break up with me," he said before getting up from his sofa and going for his keys.

You knew that he was about to find his cute self at your home, and you wanted him to. But you had to pretend. "No, I don't want you at my house Gojo."

"Tch! You're not breaking up with me though. So I'm coming over so we can talk and work things out. If that doesn't work, then I'll just have to fuck you and then we can talk after."

You fold your lips to hold your laughter. He was mad now, you knew you can just tell by the way he slammed his car door shut. "GOJO?"

"WHAT!?" he answered and you tried even harder to not laugh. "Just be sure to be ready when I get there because we're going to talk this out and like I said if you refuse then we'll just have to fuck. But I'm not fucking letting you go." You giggled silently when he began to ramble as he pulled out of his parking lot. "The fuck are you talking about leaving me. You're mine, MINE."

Oh my god guys he's freaking out, you whispered to your camera before looking down at his camera. "Just be ready for me. Play with your p***y until I get there. The fuck."

You placed your phone in your lap and took a deep breath. He’s not joking, you’re fucking dead when he gets here. Gojo and angry sex will put you in a hospital bed. He’s done it with you once before and you knew how rough he’ll get and you swore you never wanted to experience it again. You had to tell him it’s a prank by the time he gets here. You need to let him know that you were only joking around. Or else your legs and maybe even your back won’t be of any use to you anymore.

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before looking at the camera. "Satoru is pissed, guys. He never swears, not even when he's angry. So you know what's up. Let me check how far away he is." You did exactly so and it showed that he was 10 minutes away. "Shit! So he's 10 minutes away, I'll start the camera again when he gets back."

You hit pause then rush towards your bathroom to wash your face and rinse your mouth out with a bit of mouthwash. He told you to be ready so you were doing just that. You made sure to fix your skirt. Shit, You mumbled to yourself, as you began to feel the heat between your legs. Just the thought of him fucking you the moment you get here had you feeling a bit aroused.

Maybe you wanted to have angry sex with. You might prolong this prank a bit more. You giggled as you reached under your skirt and slipped your panties off and tossed it in the hamper.

Might as well give him easy access, when he flips up your mini skirt, he can just stick it right in. You walked out of your room, just in time to hear your phone ring. You hit the record on the camera then you quickly answer already knowing that it was him, and you also put him on speaker. "What Gojo?"

"Let me in," he said as he breathed heavily through the phone.

"I told you not to come here," you said as you walked into the living room and went to the buzzer to let him through the apartment. He hung up once he was able to get in and he began to make his way upstairs. You went to your room quickly to hide your camera then you whispered. "He's here, so I have to get into a full acting mode."

You leave the room, look over at both cameras that are set up, and smile. You took a deep breath before sitting down on the sofa with your phone in your hand. It wasn't long before you heard a knock on your door and his voice calling out your name. You giggled once more before transitioning into acting mode then you walked over to the door. You opened it then quickly walked back to the couch just before he could get a hold of your hand.

You can hear him breathing heavily as he kicks his shoes off while closing the door. He walked over to you, sitting down beside you then his hand grabbed your chin. "Give me a kiss." You shook your head no as you tried pulling your head away from his grip. "Stop playing around moochie. Kiss me." You refused him. He sighed as he drew closer to you and roughly tugged at your head and forcefully (well not entirely) kissed you on your lips.

"Stop," you mumbled as you pulled away from him. You made an attempt to get up, but he caught your wrist and pulled you into his lap. "Let me go."

"No, you need to talk to me, what's gotten in between us? Why are you acting like this?" He asked as he wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into his body even more.

"You know what you did Gojo, so stop acting as if you don't," you said as you tried your hardest to not laugh at him, even though you were dying on the inside.

"Well, I don't and I'm not pretending," he said as he pulled you into him even more. You silently gasped when you felt his bulge pressed under your butt. He was freaking hard and by the way, he was squeezing you squeezing against him, you knew you had little time left before he just snapped. "Aren't you going to talk to me Y/N? Did I do something to upset you yesterday?"

"Like you don't know," you said to him and you watched as he clenched his jaw. You watched as he tried his hardest to think about what the hell he might have done to upset his girlfriend. He's smart, you know he'll figure it out even though it was just for a prank.

"Are you upset that you saw me with my ex?" And there it is. Now you have to get your acting game on.

You quickly hopped off his lap and folded your arms across your chest. "You know how I feel when you're around her."

His brow twitched and he stood up, he tried grabbing onto you but you moved quickly and went behind the sofa. "Moochie, I thought we already talked about this. Nothing is going on between us."

"Really, so if nothing is going on between you two, then why is she calling at four in the morning? Why are you alone with her in the library? Or even that coffee shop down the street away from our campus?"

He shook his head and jumped over the couch. He was able to get a hold of you and he pulled you towards him until you were pressed against his chest. He tilted his head down to look down at you since you were so small. "Moochie, I've already explained that our professor paired us together. Are you breaking up with me because of my ex?"

"Yes… You know how I feel about her," you said as you forced a tear to fall out of your eye.

"Seriously Moochie."

"Yes. I see how she looks at you. I see the way she makes you laugh. Don't think I don't notice how your voice changes when you have conversations with her," you said to him. "You still allow her to touch you. I mean if that's who you want to be with then fine." This is a whole load of crap.

He could believe what he was hearing and if you didn’t know better you could say that he's mad at you for thinking that he even wanted to be around his ex. He only was friendly because he wanted to get his assignment done, he didn't like it when she touched him. He'd shrug her hand off him. He doesn't care if his ex batted her eyes at him a hundred times. He only had his eyes on you.

"Go be with your ex Gojo…"

"Stop talking," he said he let you go and pushed you gently towards the more. "To know you had so many doubts in me. To think that you'll ever think that I'll go back to my ex Y/N. The audacity you have to question my loyalty to you, my love for you. Get inside the fucking room."

Alright, it's about time you tell him that it was a prank. You swallowed when you saw him step closer to you.

"Get in the room," he said. Yeah, angry sex time. You shook your head no and it only made him grab your throat, not too harsh, with just enough pressure to feel a bit lightheaded. He began walking you backward until you were in your room. He pushed you on the bed, locked the door then he went to shut your windows. Yeah, he's going to fuck you up.

GOODBYE LEGS.

He slipped his shirt off then proceeded to climb on the bed and before he could attack your neck with his hot, angry kisses, you shouted out. "It's a prank, Gojo. It's a prank."

"What?" He questioned. You quickly slipped yourself from under him, then you went to pick up the hidden camera inside your room. You saw when he rolled his eyes before looking away. "Seriously Moochie. This is not funny, I thought you were about to break up with me because of my ex."

"Please as if I'll ever break up with my pretty boyfriend," you giggled as you sat beside him and fixed the camera on both of you. "Give me a kiss."

"No," he said as he pouted. "It's not funny, baby, don't ever prank me again babe."

"Awe, but I am going to prank you," you said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes before looking back at the camera. "Alright, guys I hope you enjoy this video. Please make sure to give this video a big thumbs up… subscribe and share with your friends."

Gojo pulled out his phone from his sweatpants and quickly went on YouTube to look for the most recent video. "As you guys know we give post notification shout-outs and the end of every video and today's shout-out goes too @damn-geto. Thanks for the support, we appreciate it." He placed his phone down on the bed then looked at you. "Baby, I need you to take care of this."

"Take care of what?" You asked. He pointed at the front of his sweatpants. You looked down and smiled when you saw his cock straining against the fabric. "No worries. I got you," you said before flipping your skirt up.

He bit his lips and grabbed your thigh with his hand, he leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him. "Let's finish the outro."

"Just turn off the camera. We can do that later," he said as he tried taking the camera from you but you stopped him.

"Ok guys, I'm gonna go take care of Satoru. Please remember to comment, share and subscribe to our channel. Also, remember to follow all our social media, it is in the description box below."

"Babe, come on," Gojo whined before trying to take the camera from you again.

"If you want a chance to get a shout out in our next video you know what to do… haha Toru (he was kissing your neck) I've got to go guys bye."

And as soon as you stopped recording, Gojo had you naked on the bed with his head between your legs and his tongue hungrily devouring your juicy cunt. Let's just say that Gojo made sure your legs didn't work the next time.

He made sure to take him time, thrusting his cock inside you, making sure you feel every vein on his throbbing cock. He made you ride him until your legs hurt. He didn't have angry sex with you, but it was damn similar because when he was done. You fell asleep with your body trembling from the amount of orgasm he gave you.

He made sure you remembered his name, and he made sure that you know how much he loves you. He fuck you and the video he posted with your leg trembling on his Instagram stories only minutes after he edited and upload the video on you, will forever remind you that he fucked you up.

"Look at this guy's, her legs don't work anymore. Baby put it up, put it up," yup and you laughed as you watched how you struggled to show your legs.

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gyucore · 3 years

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to reach a happy ending

pairing: beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

warnings: beomgyu swears like once

prompts:

017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."

023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

— requested by ⛅ anon! sorry this took so long to make. i hope you like it!! ♡

"Ew, look at this." You hand the dusty old photo album to Beomgyu who's sprawled across the floor by your side.

"Wait—" He stops you, rolling away before letting out a sneeze so loud that it managed to echo off the dusty untouched walls of his old room. The poor guy couldn't help it, his room hadn't been cleaned since he moved out in the middle of high school, and his mom preferred to keep things as they were— dust and all. You wonder if it was simply an excuse to clean one less room.

Beomgyu did say he had dropped in yesterday without notice. You'd think he'd want to spend some quality time with his parents first, but he'd decided to invite you over after spending a single night under this roof. Having heard nothing but radio silence from your best friend in years, you were thrilled to get to see him again. And what better way to shed off the ever present awkwardness in the beginning than to go through old photo albums?

"Okay, show me." Beomgyu rolls back to your side, scooting in closer to rest his head on your lap.

You turn the photo album, pointing at one photo in particular of you and Beomgyu dressed as a knight and damsel in distress— Beomgyu playing the role of the latter. Contrary to the roles, you were pummeling Beomgyu to the ground as if having caught a thief, and Beomgyu was shoving his handkerchief to your face, blocking your eyesight. The context behind the photograph alludes you, but this might just be a case of seven-year-olds doing whatever they want whenever.

"The fuck you mean ew? I look great in that dress!" Frowning, Beomgyu grabs the album to stare longer at his past self's glory.

"Lying to yourself isn't good for you, Gyu." You jokingly disapprove. It was fun seeing his reactions right after.

"Oh, look at these."

Beomgyu points at a photo of you and him on stage, wearing the same costumes as before. You figured it was for a play back in first grade when you two had been classmates. The next series of photos included one of you holding out a sword towards a kid in a cheap dragon costume, one of Beomgyu holding back his tears after tripping over and ripping his dress, and ones of you rushing to Beomgyu and kissing away his tears.

"This takes me back." Beomgyu lights up with a smile, failing to notice the surprise on your face. "Remember when your mom made us believe that kissing any injuries we had would make it go away? I knew you wanted to help me back then but I couldn't stop crying and tell you were it hurt, so you started kissing all over my face hoping it'd go away."

You find yourself laughing at your past self's foolishness. "But did it work?" You ask in between laughs.

"Well," Beomgyu chuckles, getting up from his position on your lap. "I don't think it would've worked if another person had done it. But since it was you— Wait." He takes one last look at the album, letting slip a wheeze before placing it back in its box. "Mom wrote something right below the photo."

"What did she write?" You ask, holding out your hands for Beomgyu to grab.

"A fairy tale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face." Beomgyu tells you as he helps you up, trying his best to keep a straight face after delivering that line.

The two of you burst into laughter at his mother's words. You knew she'd been fond of fairy tales all her life but the caption was taking you out. Beomgyu was literally crying in the photo yet somehow this, to her, was a happy ending.

You eventually take notice of all the photos plastered around his room, some framed, and some simply stuck to the walls— memories of happier times. Most were of you and him, and in some, just you. He'd shown off the Polaroid camera his mother bought for him in seventh grade, proclaiming he'd only take photos of moments he'd want to keep in his memory forever. It never actually crossed your mind that a lot of them would be of you.

Beomgyu notices your wandering eyes and chuckles, placing an arm around your shoulder. The distance between you shrinks as he holds you closer. And at that moment, you take note of everything that's changed.

He'd gotten taller since the last time you saw him. Gone was the lanky boy you knew, evident in the way his muscles flexed with every small movement you wish you hadn't noticed. Beomgyu had grown his hair out; the thick, wavy locks tucked behind his ears, covering the back of his neck. The deepness of his voice had been a surprise when he greeted you at the door earlier, but you held back from pointing it out.

You feared that if you acknowledged all the changes, you'd be forced to face reality. That things weren't the same anymore, no matter how hard you tried. After all, Beomgyu wasn't the only one who changed. You had quite the few character development arcs yourself, and experiences which Beomgyu remained oblivious of. And somehow despite that, in his presence, you started to feel like your old self again.

Beomgyu's invitation had come as a surprise last night. You thought he'd forgotten about you, what with all the silence these past few years.

Life continued on as it should even without Beomgyu by your side, but you could argue that all the amazing experiences you've had on your own would've been better if he were there to experience it with you. And now here you were in his old room, pretending everything was the same as he'd left it.

You look up at your old friend, wanting to tell him what had been plaguing your thoughts the entire day but find yourself tongue tied when his dark eyes stare back into your own. And you wonder, how many times had it been that you'd stared into each other's eyes just like this? How many times had he pulled you close into his arms all those years? And just how many nights had you spent wondering if your feelings for him had grown into something more?

"I missed you." Beomgyu speaks first, his gaze never faltering.

Hearing his voice, you swear you could've melted right then and there. Part of you had wished he'd tell you those exact words, confirming that it hadn't been just you who'd been wanting to see him all these years.

"I missed you too."

Beomgyu could only smile at your response.

His arm leaves your shoulder— hands slowly finding their way to your own. His hold was gentle as he slowly guided you to face him.

"Don't laugh, but," Beomgyu starts. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Love at fir—"

The question throws you off.

"What?"

"I heard you the first time!" You cut him off, wanting so bad to cover your face from the secondhand embarrassment. "I can't believe you just said that. What even happened to you in college?"

"Hey! At least hear me out before you make fun of me." Beomgyu bursts out laughing at your reaction, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands to help you calm down. "Judging from your reaction, I'm guessing your answer is a no. And I honestly felt the same too until a few hours back."

"Okay, you lost me there."

"Shut up. What I'm saying is," Beomgyu squeezes your hands, leaning in closer. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch the last few years. I had a lot of trouble adjusting, and it took a while for me to really get the hang of living alone. I wanted to talk to you as soon as I got there but then I thought that maybe it would've been better for you if I left you to live your own life for a while too."

"Beomgyu.." You squeeze his hands back, sensing the sincerity in his eyes.

Beomgyu shakes his head. "I know this sounds silly and all, but I didn't want you to feel the emptiness I felt when I left. I wanted you to go and make experiences of your own without me."

You frown, refraining to speak until he's done.

"But then I couldn't stop thinking about you. Everywhere I went, I'd think of you and how the place would've been better if we got to hang out there together. Every time I had fun or ate something that tasted good, I wanted you to share the experience with me."

Beomgyu sighs. "Honestly, I thought I could make it through my visit home without seeing you but I passed by your house on my way home yesterday and I just.. I couldn't hold back. And when I saw you for the first time in years at the front of my doorstep.. I knew I had to tell you."

Half of you knew what to expect, and the other half doubted the reality of the situation. But all the doubts instantly melt away as soon as Beomgyu closed the distance between you, pressing your foreheads together.

Face flushed, you stare at him in awe and notice he had his eyes closed shut. "Cute." You thought.

He whispers in a voice so quiet you could barely hear.

"I like you."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, the rush of emotions crashing into you like raging waves against a cliff. The next moment, you find yourself inching closer and closer, face heating up even more as you press your lips against his as a reply.

Beomgyu's eyes widen, body freezing in place. He hadn't exactly expected you to respond so soon, especially not like this. And he couldn't be happier.

You feel Beomgyu returning the kiss, his hands going up to cup your face— his hold gentle. The two of you wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment for as long as life permits, because for once, you could finally see the path to your happily ever after slowly unraveling.

This was just the beginning.

#txt #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fic #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu oneshot #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fluff

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wendystales · 3 years

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Four)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Three ※※※※※ Chapter Five

I absorbed and enjoyed the silence that was hovering around my house. I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down on the couch on the balcony. My mom left early for work, and Leah even tried to take me along for a photo shoot she was going to do in Venice. But, honestly, I'm not in the mood for dragging plaster casts around under the sun.

Not to mention that it is good to have moments alone to get my head straight. I know that in a little while it will be even harder to escape from these outings, I mean, I know I have to get back to my routine, but as long as I can avoid it, I will.

I put the juice on the table and pick up my diary. Unlike yesterday, I open it to the first page, like a book, and start reading. I go through a few pages about my feelings, about what I planned about my future, about my parents' divorce.

"I know it was inevitable. Anyone could tell how distant they were, I just didn't want it to be like that, that she suffered the same way I did. And I didn't want to feel that anger from him. But deep down, I know it's for the best.".

A few more pages telling about the scout who had seen me at the mall, the first photo shoot, the first runway show for a small clothing brand. Then arriving at the day I met Ashton.

"That one nobody expected/imagined/sought for. Ashton Irwin is my yoga partner!!! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Oh my gosh, I never would have imagined that. I was dying of nervousness about being the new student, then he comes and offers to be my duo and oh gosh, he's amazing. Super fun and nice. AND HE CALLED ME UP FOR COFFEE ON SUNDAY.

" Ashton and I sat at a table on the sidewalk. Under the table, I snapped my fingers in nervousness as I read the menu.

- Do you already know what you are going to order? - he asks. I pout and nod my head in denial.

- All I know is that I don't want espresso. - I comment.

- Can I recommend one? I think you'll like it, it's whipped with cream and chocolate, very sweet. - He points to the menu after I accept his suggestion.

- It amazes me how good you are at coffee. - I joke, making him laugh.

- I like coffee. I once took a tour of a coffee farm in the countryside right here in California.

Coffee becomes our first topic. Because he knows and understands coffee, Ashton convinces me to do a tasting at a promising coffee shop in Brentwood the next morning. It was not the kind of program I am used to doing, but everything is different now, my life has changed and so have my types of programs.

- You are lost being my friend, I will call you all morning for breakfast together. - Ashton comments as we drive along the sidewalks of Los Angeles.

My body shakes when it hears the word "friend". I still wasn't sure if I could consider Ash a friend, but now, I'm happy to know that I can and that he considers me too. "

The memory warms and cheers me up, giving me more desire to read and remember.

I don't realize how much I was smiling until my cheeks start to hurt. After that day, his name becomes very frequent, until it joins Leah's.

"I don't know how to explain this girl. She came in so confident and nose to nose, I was sure she would be insufferable, then she opened her mouth and all I could think was 'where has she been all my life? ' And I don't want to get my hopes up or be a pain in the ass, but she's also a model and she talked about me going to her father's agency and if that works out? it's one of the biggest agencies in the world, I'm going to take off. God, if this is your will...".

I laugh at the following narrations that already involve Ashton, Noah and Leah. I can't remember what is written, but my imagination gives me a warm, happy feeling in my body. And if the reality has been as fun and nice as what I imagined, then it was very good.

I feel my body shiver and a chill take over my stomach when I see Luke's name for the first time. I cut the pace of my reading, preparing myself for what was to come. I reach for another glass of juice, buying time and even courage to read the rest.

"I had already noticed him looking at me, I just didn't want to believe he was looking at me, and it was perfect like that, until Ashton brought him in. It's one thing to know who Luke is, it's another to talk to him. In the end it wasn't so bad. I guess. I just stared for the first hour at anything but him, but I guess he must have missed it. Now I'm in the dilemma of if he liked me, I mean, we spent four hours talking and nothing, no kiss, no phone exchange. NOTHING."

I laugh at myself. I can perfectly see myself being embarrassed by him and not being able to look him in the eye.. If I could go back in time, I would tell this Marnie that Luke really liked her, even though I only had a basis in videos and pictures.

I pick up my cell phone and open insta, going to the date that marked my diary. 07/06/18. It was Ashton's birthday party. I flip to the side and see a picture taken in Hawaii, with the caption "The one where we got lost". I turn the page and find that trip.

"I know I am committing one of the biggest follies of my life and deep down, I don't even know why. That's a lie, I do, but that's not the point. In fact, it is, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. Again, it is. The point is: I can't believe that at the last minute I agreed to go on a trip to Hawaii with a bunch of people I barely know. Except Ash, Noah and Leah. And P.S. Monday is his birthday. It only gets better.”

Apparently things between Luke and me went pretty quickly. I read a few more pages seeing that on his birthday, we had our first kiss and from then on everything happened too fast and messy.

I write about many fights and reconciliations. Both he and I, didn't want anything serious, but both he and I, couldn't stay away from each other and there was my reason.

"There is a good big part of all this blocking that I believe is because of what happened and because of me trying to pretend it didn't happen. Dr. Prescott says that if I don't put it out there and don't talk about it, it will consume me. 'Talking about our fears, worries and problems makes them smaller and easier to defeat.'

Besides my parents, no one else knows about that day."

I run my eyes quickly down the page, seeing that that one was about Stephen's cheating.

I close the journal in fear. I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I have the courage to read it. It is one thing to hear about it from others, from their view and opinion, even if it is not on purpose. It's another to hear about it from my view, from what I've been through.

I have no doubt that there are things in these next pages that maybe even my parents don't know. Things and feelings that I have kept solely and exclusively to myself and I don't know if I am ready to face this, again.

I put down the diary and go in search of something else. Luckily for me, my guardian angel, aka Leah, calls me.

“Are you busy? I thought we could have lunch together. What do you think?” she bombards me, not letting me say hello.

“Hi to you too. No, I'm not busy, just reading my diary.” I run my hand over the cover, keeping in the back of my mind what awaits me. “ I'll take lunch.”

Before Leah can answer, I hear a muffled argument on the phone and wait for the fight to end.

“Sorry, but Noah is asking if he can come along.” she asks, without patience.

“Of course he can.” I hold my laughter, imagining the two of them fighting on the other end of the line.

“Okay, in a few minutes we'll be there. Kisses.”

I say goodbye to her and decide not to read the diary again. The doctor himself told me not to force myself into anything. I set the table and wait for the two of them to arrive.

After forty minutes, the doorbell rings. I make way for my friend and analyze the tall, muscular man behind her. Unlike my memory, the Noah of today has his hair well shaved and brunette, like his sister's. His green eyes fill with tears when he sees me crack a smile, and like his twin, he doesn't wait for permission and hugs me.

“Don't ever do that again, young lady. What a shitty world this would be without you!” he squeezes me before showering me with kisses, all over my face.

Leah turns and pulls him away from me, making me laugh. I follow them both into the kitchen and look at the bags they brought, excited.

“We made sure to stop by The Palm and pick up your favorite dish.” I didn't even know that I had a favorite dish at The Palm. But when Leah opens a box and I feel my mouth water when I see that noodle with shrimp, I realize how little I know myself.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I ask softly, with a smile.

We start lunch and today my attention was on Noah, after all he was the new thing. I listen to him tell about the day we met, when he began to advise my career with his sister, and how things have been going since the accident.

“You don't have to give any interviews if you don't want to.” he assures me once again.

I still don't know how to deal with this "public figure" business, but deep down I feel a need to give a "satisfaction" to everyone who knows me. Noah has already sent some notes about my condition, but I know that I will have to appear on some channel in the future.

We changed the subject and started talking about my amnesia. Noah was not very happy that my first memory was his hair fiasco. I commented that I was reading my diary and asked about some events.

“Are we really lost in Hawaii?” they both started to laugh and agree.

“That day I wanted to hit Mark. I was getting very angry that he could not accept that he was reading the wrong map. Not to mention the car dying and us pushing," Noah comments.

“Mark was never good with maps. He says himself that he was a lousy Boy Scout.” Leah says before drying her third glass of water.

“Who is Mark?” I question.

“Mark is an ex-lover of mine. At the time we were chatting and he had the house in Hawaii. One thing led to another and in the end he went along.” Leah ends with a frown.

“And why did we let him drive then?” I ask, full of curiosity. They look at me as if I know the answer. Or, as if I should, but I just raise my eyebrows, saying nothing.

“Because it's Mark.” Noah shrugs. “He likes to be in control of everything.”

“The one who was definitely happy with us there was that guy who owns the coconut stand.” Leah says.

So there it is, the little wooden stand, with a pile of coconuts in front of it. A short man, probably about 50 years old, laughing at our misfortune while selling the fruit to us. Images begin to form in my mind.

" “- Look there.” Kyleen and I focus on the little man laughing as he takes the money from Michael's hand. “He sure is very happy with us standing here.” Leah says.

“Of course he is. We already bought twelve coconuts from him. Bad little man.” I make a face.

“We're not lost. It's just a shortcut.” we cut off eye contact with the stand and focus on Mark arguing with Noah and Ashton.

Leah looked at her lover in total disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. If regret could kill. The next moment Mark stomps his foot on the floor, like a child with a temper tantrum. At that moment, Calum looks at me with wide eyes.

I look away so that he doesn't see me laughing. Kiki, who was behind me, slaps me to stop, but this only makes me want to laugh more. I hide my face in her arm and in the end, my laughter gets out of hand. Both she and Calum start laughing with me, causing the boys to look at us curiously.

It takes no more than five minutes for Mike to join in the laughter with us and soon everyone else was laughing except Mark. Even the little bad man was laughing. It was the worst thing about us being lost, but that's what was happening and it couldn't be anything but comical, even though it was sad too. ”

“Of course he was happy. He sold about fifteen coconuts for us.” I don't even try to control my smile. Once again I remembered, and this is more than great.

The twin couple in front of me crack a big smile too, and soon they are clapping their hands and stamping their feet on the floor, making noise. I clap my hands with them in celebration.

“She is coming back.” Noah comes around the table, hugging me from behind and again showering me with kisses.

I was never one to have many friends. Usually it was just Bethany and Stephen, and a girl in my music class, but I don't know if I can consider her that, after all, we only talked during class and it was all very unrelated.

The point is that I have always envied those people who managed to have a large number of friends, and friends really, not just colleagues. Friends who call you for everything, who are always by your side, who enjoy your company, and who consider you family.

In this moment, with just Noah and Leah, I can see that I finally have these friends that I have wanted so much and without having to pretend to be something that I am not, without having to buy their attention, as I felt I needed it with Bethany. And if I'm happy like this with just the two of them, I can't wait to see the others.

“So, you said you were reading your diary, did you remember anything else?” Leah asks excitedly.

All the happiness and euphoria that had surrounded my body disappears. The bloody page with the bloody day comes back into my mind. They both notice my mood drop.

“I remembered a day when I went to have coffee with Ash, but…” I play with the edge of my cup, trying not to get too much into that energy. “I found a day where I tell about what happened.” I look at them, who are serious and attentive.

“Do you want us to read it with you?” Leah holds my hand across the table, gently patting it.

I shake my head positively and point to the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. I watch her return with the notebook and hand it to me. I open it to the marked page and stare at my handwriting again.

"I haven't had the courage to tell either Ashton, Leah, or much less Luke. I can't tell if I'm ashamed of it or just afraid of it happening again. The problem is that it's really starting to get to me, to the point where I get irritated when I see Luke and Leah talking and it shouldn't be like that. So I need to get it all out so that I can start over.

It was our anniversary. I snuck out of my work to see Stephen at his house. I wanted to deliver his gift soon. Two streets before his house I ran into Noelle, his mother, and told her I wanted to surprise him, so she told me to get the key under the third vase and go in.

Maybe it would have been better just to ring the doorbell and not have to see it. I was very quiet so as not to be discovered, and in the end, I was the one who discovered something."

My racing heart hurts from beating so hard. I can't keep my breathing normal, holding it at various times. I feel like it's a suspense book where no one wants to find out what's behind the door of the abandoned house, but needs to, in order to continue the story.

I notice in some letters and words the ink smudged and I know it was from my tears and it only hurts me more.

"There is no word to describe the disgust, pain, and anger of seeing him and her in bed naked. My until then boyfriend, and my until then best friend.

And what only made it worse was that she didn't even try to explain herself, didn't show an ounce of regret, even if it was a pretense. Nothing. While he tried to say it was nothing like that, Bethany still says it had been going on for a long time."

I close the journal angrily and throw it away, stopping on the other side of the long table. The lump in my throat gets bigger, but I don't want to cry, not for this and not again.

Deep down, I have always had a flea behind my ear with the two of them. The countless rides Stephen insisted on giving her. The way she always motivated me to fight with him, for reasons I thought were small and insignificant. But it was my first serious relationship, what did I know about dating, right? Bethany, on the other hand, had dated seriously twice.

It had always been there, I just didn't want to see it.

“I always suspected it and never, never wanted to believe it. After all, he was my boyfriend and she was my best friend. They wouldn't be able to.” I let out a humorless laugh.

The twins look at me fearfully, as if I were a mother scolding them.

“But you know what the worst part is? I believed him. He looked me in the face and said that nothing happened. That Luke was to blame for our breakup! How stupid of me!” I shout, picking up the diary and throwing it further away, as if it would hurt Stephen.

“Wait, what?” Leah speaks loudly.

I look at her startled and realize what I said. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I didn't want anyone to know about the meeting.

“You met with Stephen? When?” she turns the table around, coming closer. I swallow dryly.

“Yesterday morning," I begin softly, but it was enough for Leah to cover her eyes with her hands and snort. Noah laid his head on his arms, sighing as well. “I was confused and needed to hear and see him.” I start to defend myself.

“After everything your mother told you about him?” Leah asks.

“And you think I would believe her? Would you? With amnesia on account?” I retort. Leah takes a deep breath and denies it with her head, giving me reason.

“But you could have told, or asked, I don't know.” Noah ponders.

“Nobody would have let me, I know nobody likes him and rightly so.” I give in.

“That explains a lot.” Leah comments softly, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Explains what?” I ask confused.

She looks at Noah, who nods, giving her the green light. Like me, she swallows dryly before she begins.

“Explain why Luke is so grouchy and weird. Not wanting to come see you.” he answers, poking at the seam of the chair.

NO! No! No! No! No! Please, no. He can't have seen.

“You have to take me to his house.” I ask, heading for the hall.

“What?” the two shout following me.

“I need to talk to him. Now!” I shout the last part, putting on a jacket with some difficulty.

“But why?” Noah helps me.

“Because I think he saw something that wasn't supposed to happen and got it wrong.” I open the door, going to call the elevator.

“Oh, no!” they understand and soon follow me.

Things between Luke and me may be messed up, but the last thing I want him to think is that I cheated on him.

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Idol Protection Program, Ch. 28

NicoMaki, Love Live, 1.7K, 28/?

Summary: Dia's grumpy and worrying her moms.

Dia In Distress

Kurosawa Dia was fatigued, her head ached, and two of her three suitemates were in a gigglefest. She wanted to throw so many razor sharp, jet speed pillows at them. Tomorrow, she had two test, one quiz, and an internship interview. Right now, she desperately need sleep. So her phone went crazy. Three simultaneous texts.

Ruby: Mom's so happy. She's all over the internet. And you're coming home tomorrow. She's been baking all day.

Mari: LOL. Your mom is an influencer. A toddler influencer.

You: Hey, Slugger! Your mom still giving me a ride? Camp's over and they're letting me out.

Dia suspected the Japanese National Diving Team Training Camp had actually let You out yesterday. She also suspected You would be first in line for cookies as Nico always made extra for the athlete.

Dia: Don't call me Slugger. Yes. we will return you to Numazu.

You: You make me sound like a misdelivered package.

Dia: (ò╭╮Ó,)

You: o7

Dia flipped open her laptop to TWIG search Nico Ni. Her mom had come up to Tokyo early and hit Harajuka in a quilted jacket, the cutest pink polka dot pajama pants, a rabbit eared hoodie, and pink bunny rabbit slippers. Her hair was done up in twintails again, with matching pink ribbons. Nico had been caught in snaps with all the current style influencers. Her own selfie had the caption, "Nico Nico Ni's The Newest.

Phone. Not a text. Mom.

Nico's voice chirped good mood, "Hey, Bun. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. I'll be on campus around six."

Dia grumped. Her head hurt. "Why aren't you going to stop by earlier and see if you can get mistaken for a co-ed?"

"Wasn't Nico's outfit the cutest?" Nico was used to tsunderes. You ignored the first strike.

"For Christmas morning." Dia snapped.

"Your Mama would love that."

"Mari thinks you're a kid."

Nico was silent.

"Mom?"

"How is Mari?"

"Partying through Milan." Dia could feel the headache increasing. Mari would have started the gigglefest.

"Are you all right, Dia?"

Dia inhaled, "Yeah. Sorry, Mom. My roommates are making a lot of noise. And I have tests tomorrow. And they don't have any classes in cute."

"Nico knows you like your excessive study time but you've got this, Dia. You take after your Mama."

Dia almost facedesked. She could hear the worry in Nico's voice, but there were so many frustrations building inside, she just couldn't control her criticism. Dia took after Dia; she'd worked so hard to claim her own identity.

"I better get some rest."

Nico sounded disappointed. "Drink some water. Get some sleep. I love you, Dia."

Dia watched the clock. Five minutes later, her phone buzzed again. They always talked to each other about anything concerning her or Ruby, as soon as possible, even when they were in separate cities. And then pretended they didn't.

Maki: How are you?

Dia: Tired.

Maki: There's a flu going around. Be careful.

Dia: You can't catch germs from books, Mama. I've been studying.

Maki: (^‿^)d Okay, bun. Get some sleep. I wrote a new piece for us to play.

Maki handled missing people by composing music, sometimes in the classic style for koto and shakuhachi for the two of them.

Dia: (^‿^) I've missed playing.

Maki: Yeah, no time for music is tough.

Mama got it. Dia was glad for her next step, the challenges of college and adulthood. But music had brought Dia friends and comrades, the joy of shared experience she had with Aqours. That camaraderie was a warm comfort Dia missed, especially on tough days. Dia knew her Mama meant that, even if all she said "no time for music is tough."

Dia: I love you, Mama.

Maki: Love you too, Dia. Get some sleep. Things'll be better tomorrow.

###

Mama had lied. Everything wasn't better. Dia had dragged herself through the day, eyes blurry as she took her last test. She'd come home, collapsed on the couch, and groaned, rubbing her forehead 'til her skin was sore. Pain throbbed there, her throat felt dry, and she could barely stay awake. She felt terrible. Where was her mom?

A knock on the door. Dia opened it. No Nico. A grinning, bouncing You.

"Hey, Slugger. Nico gave me the keys to the Nicomobile." You leaned in the doorframe, dangling Nico's giant pink keychain. Then she glanced at Dia, "You look awful."

Dia swatted at air, frowning. "You're not my mom."

"No. I'm a little taller." You's pretty, light blue, pleated, tennis skirt bobbed with every movement.

"What did you do with her?" Dia stepped forward aggressively, then doubled over into a cough.

Dia suddenly felt You's arms supporting her, "Whoa, Dia, are you okay?"

"No. Where's my mom?" Dia didn't want to sound whiny. Now she was the toddler. Mari would have been rude.

You rested her hand on Dia's forehead. "You're feverish. Your mom's at her mom's. She had some more business stuff in Tokyo. She sent the cookies though." A pause, then defensive. "They're in the car. I didn't eat them all."

DIa rolled her eyes. You had eaten at least half. And more importantly, Yazawa Nico did not have "more business stuff in Tokyo." Yazawa Nico, after a few early year glitches, never let anything interfere with her time with her daughters. Yazawa Nico was ditching.

"C'mon, sit down, you look shaky." You guided Dia to the couch, "Did something happen?"

"I'm sick."

"Duh. But did something happen with your mom? There were more cookies than usual."

"Mari called her a toddler."

"To her face?!"

"No, I mean…" Dia groaned, "I was grumpy."

You said nothing. Grumpy Dia was not a mood anyone officially noticed.

""Ugh." Dia threw herself forward, head in hands.

You patted her on the back, carefully once. Dia's reply cough sounded suspiciously like a crying one. You pushed up the sleeves of her sweatshirt nervously.

"I can make you soup. Maybe we don't drive home tonight."

"I want my mom."

"Okay, I'll call Nico-san."

"No." Dia raised her head, glaring at You, "Take me home."

"To Numazu?" You was getting confused; Dia wasn't making sense.

"To my mom!"

"On it." You helped Dia, running on anger and adrenaline, to her feet. "I'll grab your bag. Lean on me."

DIa didn't say thanks, but her glare softened. You still had no useful defenses against Dia softness. Dia leaned into her and You didn't hurry them.

###

Dia, like all the Yazawas, had a key to the small home Nico had bought her mother when her dominance of the Idol scene translated into financial success. She opened the door, but it was too quiet. The Yazawa homestead was never this still.

"Mom? Mom!"

"Dia?" Nico came out of the media room, pulling down her headphones, green goop covering her face, dressed in red and white striped pajama pants and a red tank top.

"I'm sorry, so so sorry, Mom…didn't mean it…You're the cutest ever, the best style idol, biggest influencer, Mari's an idiot, I love you." Dia hit Nico with a tacklehug Rin Hoshizora would have rated top grade rib breaker.

Nico looked to You while stroking Dia's hair and making comforting noises.

"She has a fever."

Nico nodded, shifting so she could better guide Dia into one of the bedrooms. "C'mon, bun. Nico's going to make you the best soup in the universe, And you're going to sleep."

Dia let out a long breath, "You're not mad, right, Mom?"

"No, Dia. I just want you to get better. You need food and sleep. If you don't feel better in the morning, we'll call your mama."

"Okay."

You watched as Nico tucked in her oldest daughter, curious about the half grin on Nico's face, as Nico, having a memory of eight year old Dia sneaking off with her friends, leaned down to whisper in her daughter's ear, "No sneaking out now, Dia. Mom will take care of everything."

"Okay." Dia murmured sleepily, pulling in a plushie, "Love you, Mom."

"Love you most." Nico kissed Dia's forehead gently, as her tall, very nearly grown up, extremely serious firstborn cuddled with Nico's oldest, most beloved bunny plushie. Nico snuck a quick pic for Maki. This was priceless, Dia curled up, sweet and sleeping, stress left outside the comforting walls of home.

###

Nico had cooked soup, made sure Dia ate some, settled You in one of her sisters' rooms, and returned to the couch for some cozy time of her own, a nightly ritual, talking to her best girl. She sent the Dia snap to Maki.

N: Dia grumpy = Dia sick = look at this adorableness.

Maki's reply was instant.

M: We're coming to Tokyo tomorrow. Watanabe texted Ruby about Dia so our bags got packed.

N: Yeah, Dia's going to sleeping for most of the day. She was really out of it. She hugged me.

M: She'll be fine.

N: Nico made soup. Of course, she'll be fine.

M: Did you save some (ȍ_ȍ)

N: Are you sick?

M: (ȍ_ȍ)

N: 」(๑•̀ᗝ•́)｣

M: I loved your pajama pants. You sparkle (つ✧.✧)つ-✧҉*

N: Nico knows. Nico is irresistible (๑ ‿ )ᕗ

M: Dia keeps interrupting our dates. I had other plans for tonight.

N: Another thing she'll never grow out of.

M: We did good, Nico-chan.

N: Yes, we did, Maki-chan.

M: Love you ( ღ'ᴗ')৴ Get some sleep (ᴗ˳ᴗ✽)

N: Date tomorrow?

M: Depends on our daughters ≺(-_^)≻

N: Nico is sneaky

M: (!ﾟﾛﾟ)!

M: ( '‿｀)ﾉ⌒

N: Nico loves you. Get some sleep (ɔ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

M: (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

Whether it came via text, voice, or touch, that was what got Nico through everything. Being the person Maki-chan kissed goodnight.

A/N: Happy Birthday to the Number One Idol In the Universe, Yazawa Nico. Your love of family and refusal to give up on your dreams inspires me.

#NicoMaki #Idol Protection Program #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Kurosawa Dia #Watanabe You #Fluff

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