. Just Makes Sense .

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idol!Jae x f!idol!reader

summary: your and Jaehyun’s fans just really can’t believe that they two of you are just best friends

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader, I used ‘y/n’ :(, “shit”)

Ever since you joined SM you and Jaehyun had been joined at the hip. He was the awkward little guy with the bowl cut and high pitched voice who was just awkward enough to be endearing. It was lucky that you had both joined at similar times, within weeks of each other, so really who better to understand what you were going through than him?

He helped you learn your dances, you helped him moisturize his hair, he brought you food, and you reassured him that his comeback outfits weren’t ugly, even if they were. The friendship just grew and grew, from trainees to full fledged idols who debuted and had their own fans.

You were both the first ones to congratulate each other on comebacks and awards, always there supporting the other. Weirdly, your friendship was either something that management didn’t care about or didn’t keep as close of an eye on. Their idols being good friends shouldn’t be a concern for them, it was a good thing.

It was a nice relationship to show to the public that idols could be friends even with their hectic schedules and levels of fame. Through the years there had been countless pictures of you and Jaehyun out together in so many places. There were late night snack runs, a collection of those from trainee days and even now, neither of you with a spec of makeup or fancy clothes on. There were the lunches you both met up for, a few with your fellow members joining but mostly just the two of you eating and laughing.

Of course there were fans of your group and NCT who wanted you and Jaehyun to be together. They claimed that you brought out the good in each other, neither of you cared what the other acted like, and you brought out a genuineness in the other that was rarely seen. You had to admit you did like that, there was no one in the world closer to you than Jaehyun. He was your best friend, even after all these years, the levels of fame, touring, random hours, and missed hangouts didn’t dampen your friendship at all.

As time went on though, fans became more passionate for their ship. You were constantly tagged in videos of the two of you together and they were cute. How could they not be? Videos of you and your best friend doing your own dances on the SM Town stage, clips of both of you backstage supporting the other, blurry clips of you in the NCT dressing room knocked out on Jaehyun’s shoulder, a clip of Jaehyun leaving your dance studio in one of your group’s vlogs.

Then there were the pictures that you had both posted of each other, never before seen pictures until it was you birthday or his, the cakes you sent the other for birthday lives, or flowers you both sent after big shows, even pictures and videos of you in the NCT crowd with your own Neobong following the dances perfectly in sync.

Pair all that with the random clips of your members randomly mentioning you being out with Jaehyun, Jaehyun stopping by for dinner, Jaehyun sending snacks during a choreography day, or members of NCT mentioning that you stopped by to congratulate them backstage or short clips of Jaehyun in the background on the phone with you.

It was the countless posts and comments in the collection of pictures and edits of people saying they just could not believe you two weren’t together that made you laugh. It was just a known fact, in your early years of being an idol you had even dated someone else, but that didn’t stop or hinder you and Jaehyun in any way. If you were a fan, you would get lost in it all too!

So why was being up at 3 in the morning making you question your feelings for your best friend? A decade of friendship with no other instances of you even feeling remotely attracted to him, but a complication titled “Jaehyun and Y/N being the definition of best friends to lovers for 13 minutes straight” was going to be the one to change it? Was Reason Number 8, looking at him like he was the best thing since sliced bread, true? Did you really look at him differently than you looked at anyone else?

You groaned, swiping the video closed and calling the man himself. The line rang for maybe 5 seconds before he answered tiredly, shit, he was promoting. Now you felt bad.

His voice was groggy and low, “hello? Are you ok?”

“Do you think I’m in love with you?” You asked. Straight to the point, there was no room or time to be awkward with the person who knew you best.

He coughed, actually, it sounded like he was choking. He cleared his voice came out hoarse, “No, I think you love me because we’re best friends, but I don’t think you’re in love with me.” The line went silent for a bit, before he quietly asked, “ are you?”

For whatever reason you felt pressure behind your eyes as you sat up, hot tears lined your eyes as you shyly responded, “I don’t think so, but would it be a bad thing if I was? Maybe one day in the future?”

You could hear the sheets on his end rustling as he likely sat up or readjusted himself in bed. “No way,” he answered quickly and confidently, “would it be bad for you if I maybe one day fell in love with you?”

You wiped away a tear as a tear managed to escape, shaking your head and letting out a sigh of relief, “No.”

“So… do you maybe want to give the romance part a try?”

“Yeah,” you reply, feeling like a weight as been lifted off your shoulders, “but you have to promise that if anything goes wrong we’re still going to be best friends, ok?”

“Nah,” he sighs, letting out a yawn, “now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. Good night.”

You’re glad that it’s a normal phone call so he can’t see the flush that spreads across your cheeks, “good night, Jae.”

A week later when you two go on your first date, nothing has changed between the two of you. You talk like normal, you laugh as usual, the conversation isn’t awkward, but he drops you off right on your doorstep with a kiss and rosy cheeks.

A month later when SM puts out a statement nothing between the two of you changes either. Except this time you don’t read the comments about the two of you alone, you read them together. Because that’s how it’s always going to be from now on.

i’m not one to make serious announcements, but this is serious. Moon Taeil, Oldest member of NCT, has been kicked out of the group due to SERIOUS sexual assault allegations. If you thought Lucas was bas, this is even worse. Removed from the group in mere seconds. Me being a Taeil stan, i’m more than disgusted. disappointed. But just because you may like him, doesn’t mean defend him. The things that he has possibly done is wrong and disgusting and if you defend him, you’re disgusting too.

The statement reads:

This is SM Entertainment.

We have recently confirmed that Taeil has been implicated in a criminal case related to sexual crimes.

While looking into the situation, we recognized that the issue is very serious, and we have decided that Taeil could no longer continue team activities. We have discussed this matter with Taeil and it has been decided he will be removed from the group.

Currently, Taeil is faithfully cooperating with the police investigation. We will share additional statements as the investigation progresses.

We deeply apologize for the controversy caused by our artist.

More is to come out about the case, stand with the victim, not with your idol.

COZAGE PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO RESOLUTION TO YOUR MOST RECENT ANGST STARTS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS GNAWING ON FURNITURE SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

A/N:FINE I’LL FIX THE ANGST HERE YOU GO (sorry if it sucks and has lots of typos I had COVID while writing this) Characters: f reader x Ace, Law, Shanks Cw: Cuteness :)  Total word count: 3k

Disapproval Part 2

Part 1

Ace

It was a long time before you were alone again. You and William spent the rest of the day together, and he brought up your encounter with the pirates to everyone you ran into…minus the kiss he had seen. And every time the story was told and the people spoke of how dreadful they were, you hated this island and its people a little bit more. 

Whitebeard and his crew protected your island from the horrors of the Grand Line. Whenever you needed aid, the Whitebeard pirates were the ones to answer. And yet behind their backs, the people on this island acted as if the pirates were the scum of the earth. Some people, like William’s family, said it to their faces. 

You were pleasant through dinner. You smiled when stories were told. You spoke when you were asked a question. But your mind kept wandering back to Ace. To the pirates. They were really the only people you were ever excited to see, and the only ones who ever showed excitement at your arrival. 

And it wasn’t just Ace. Everyone in his division was kind to you. On the rare occasion another division was sent in Ace’s place, the leaders always sought you out and delivered a message. You weren’t just another face in the crowd to them. You were a person. 

When William finally bid you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, you retired quickly to your room. And once you were alone with your thoughts and all you had lost today, you couldn’t help the tears falling down your face. You weren’t even able to make it to your bed to muffle your sobs with a pillow before they began racking your body. 

“Bit of a weird reaction to spending the day with your betrothed.”

You spun on your heels toward the voice. You could only see a silhouette, but you would know that voice anywhere. 

“Ace-” your voice cracked as you spoke his name. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

He shrugged, but you could see the pain in his eyes as he stepped out from the shadows. “You always said you were going to move on if I kept leaving you behind.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Tears were already reforming in your eyes. Your chest ached for his touch again, but you resisted the urge to step closer to him. 

“Do you love him?”

“He’s a good man. He’s kind and loyal and always looks out for me” You couldn’t look at him as you said it. It felt wrong speaking about William here. You didn’t want to think about him now. 

Ace stepped toward you and reached out toward you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He held your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. 

“Do you love him?” he asked again. 

“I-” You tried to avert your gaze, but he held your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him as you answered his question. “I think I could, given enough time.”

Pain flashed across his face again, but he quickly recovered. “Do you want that?”

“What?”

“Do you want to love him? To marry him?”

You weren’t sure of the answer. Especially with Ace here in front of you. 

“I have to marry him,” you finally said. “My parents need me to do this.”

His eye twitched for a moment, and you could feel his hand warm against your cheek. “What do you need?”

“You.” The words were out of your mouth before you thought to change them. 

That was all he needed to hear. His lips came crashing down onto yours, passionate and hungry. His warmth enveloped you like a summer’s day. You only wanted him. You would only ever be his. Nobody else mattered at this moment. 

“Sail away with me,” he whispered, his fingers already tangled in your hair. 

You simply hushed him in return, trying to find his lips again. 

He indulged you with another kiss, this one longer and slower, as if he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. As if he wanted to remember it. 

This was a goodbye kiss. 

“Ace-”

“Sail away with me,” he offered again, his lips caressing your jawline.

“You’re serious?” You resisted the urge to laugh. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“I’ll go if you want me to.” He kissed your neck once, then twice, slowly moving toward your shoulder as he spoke. “Just tell me to go and I will leave you to this life. I won’t interfere anymore.”

You whimpered in response. This couldn’t be the last time you ever saw him. You needed him as much as you needed air. Your heart waited for him on that cliff every day, praying he would come back whenever he could. The very whisper of the Whitebeard pirates returning could turn your whole day around. 

“Or you can come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You could.” His lips pressed against your collarbones as he said the words. 

You considered it. Being free on the ocean. The only thing to worry about was where you would go the next day. Having people around you who actually cared about you. Being with a crew loved you for who you were, not who they wanted you to be. 

“Okay,” you sighed, already seeing your new life play out before you.  

Ace grew deathly still, only his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Okay?”

You couldn’t look away from him. “I’ll go.”

He stared at you, refusing to believe it was so easy. 

But your mind was already pushed into high gear, trying to think of everything you would have to do before you left. “My parents will never let me go, so we’ll have to sneak away. I’ll have to write them letters. And I’ll have to write a letter to William. And pack some of my belongings.”

You pulled away from him and moved to your closet, planning what to take and what to leave behind. You had a few bags you could pack. Between you and Ace, you were sure you could carry it all. 

Ace stood in the center of your room, watching your whirlwind of preparation as you shoved things into bags and weighed the value of your items. 

“Wait.” He finally said. His eyes had never left you. 

You glanced over at him as you packed up a few shirts. He looked dreadfully pale, and your heart sank. The question he had asked was in the heat of the moment. 

You froze, watching him closely. “You weren’t being sincere in your offer?” 

“Of course I was!” He rushed to get the words out. “You really want to go?”

“I do.” You went back to packing. 

“You’d leave everything behind? For what?”

You shrugged. “A life on the seas.” 

“What changed?” He took a few steps toward you. “I’ve asked you every time, and the answer was always no. So what changed?”

He was going to make you say it. Of course he was. He had to hear it from your lips. Your actions weren’t enough. 

You stopped folding your clothes and turned to him. “Because I love you, Ace. You absolute buffoon, I love you! And I was never at risk of losing you- truly losing you- until now. And I can’t bear the thought of you going away and never coming back. I can’t imagine a life where I marry William and live a perfectly normal life and die an unimportant death and I never see you again. Is that a good enough reason for you?”

He stared at you, shocked by your sudden outburst. It was all the things you wanted to say to him since the first time you saw him at the bar. And now it was out in the open, hanging between the two of you. 

He rushed toward you, effortlessly scooping you into his arms and covering your face in kisses. When he finally put you down, you felt dizzy from the heat of his lips peppering your cheeks. 

“What else needs to be packed?” He asked.

You gave him a few tasks and pulled some paper from a drawer. You had a lot of apologizing to do for those you were leaving behind. 

A few hours later, in the dead of night, you walked hand in hand as you carried your belongings toward the pirate ship in the distance. The only thing that would remain of you on the island was two letters and an engagement ring. 

Ace squeezed your hand. You could see his beaming smile against the moonlight. “You know,” he said softly. “I couldn’t live without you either.”

Law

You went to your room as soon as you got home. Your parents didn’t object, didn’t even ask if you wanted dinner. You weren’t hungry anyway. 

You laid in bed, trying not to think of the day. You hated the way it had all turned out. The lack of freedom you had on this island due to your parents made you sick. You had no freedom here. No sense of self. 

You weren’t sure when you dozed off, but you woke to a periodic tapping on your window. For a moment, you were too scared to get out of bed. It could be anything or anyone. But after a few more taps on the window, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. Besides, you were on the second story. Nobody could get you from outside your window. So you got up and peeked outside. 

Trafalgar Law was standing under your window. His golden eyes glimmered in the light of the full moon as they locked onto you. 

There was a moment of weightlessness, and then your bare feet slammed against the cobblestone path. You let out a yelp of surprise, but Law’s hands were around your mouth to muffle the sound. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I figured this would be faster than you trying to sneak out.”

“What the hell did you do?!” You looked back at your bedroom window, confused about how you had gotten here so fast. You were still in your pajamas and barefoot. Hardly the way you wanted Trafalgar Law to see you.

He scratched the back of his head as if it had just dawned on him that his actions might not be the best approach. “It’s, uh, my devil fruit ability.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “Can you put me back?”

“Do you want to go back?”

You scoffed. “I’d like some shoes, at the very least. And proper clothes.”

In the moonlight, you could see his cheeks pinken. “Right,” he said quickly. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Another weightless moment and you were back in your room. You had been expecting it this time and resisted the urge to let out another shout. You didn’t want to alert your parents to your movements or the individual outside. 

You wanted to do more than simply change clothes and put on shoes, but you didn’t want to keep Law waiting. You weren’t even sure how much time you would have with him as it was. 

Once you were as ready as you could be, you gave the window a little tap to alert him, and then gave him a thumbs up. 

A moment later, you were standing next to him. His hand instinctively went out and helped steady you. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” you said breathlessly. 

Law gave a smirk. “You’d be surprised.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while, waiting until you were out of sight from the house before you dared to speak. 

“Where are we going?” you finally asked.

“I had bigger plans for us, but the beach will do for tonight.” Law jerked his head down a side path through the forest. 

It was a path you knew well. It led to a small private alcove. Nobody would find you there. Especially at this time of night. 

“This is my favorite place on this island,” he said softly, leading you to a large blanket lying on the sand. “The view of the stars with the sound of the waves is unmatched. I always come here when I need to think. It’s the most peaceful place on the Grand Line.”

You snorted at his remark, looking up at the sky. “Surely there’s better places out there.”

“But this is my favorite.”

“I dunno why,” you grumbled. “People here give you no respect. You’ve helped these people more than they can count and they still refuse to treat you well.”

Law hummed in agreement at that. He couldn’t deny that the islanders weren’t always kind to him. “You speak as though you’re not one of them.”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

Law’s eyes flicked over, studying you closely. “What do you mean?”

“I just wish I had more.” You turned to look at him. “There’s a whole world out there and I’m stuck in a sandwich shop.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “You don’t have to be.”

“I have nowhere to go and no one to go with. I’m stuck.”

His eyes returned to the sky, not saying anything. The two of you were quiet for a long while, staring at the sky lost in thought. It was the perfect night out, between the soft warm breeze and the waves crashing against the shore. You could feel your eyelids starting to close, lulling you back to sleep. 

“You could come with me.” Law’s voice jolted you awake, and for a second you thought you were dreaming. 

“What?”

His eyes were still on the stars. “My crew. You could join us and sail. We could go anywhere you wanted.”

You sat up, staring at him intensely. “You’re serious?”

He gave a nod in return. 

“I want to,” you said. “I will. I’ll go with you.” 

“We leave tomorrow.”

“I can’t leave tomorrow,” you frowned, shaking your head. There was too much to do to prepare. You couldn’t just vanish. “But…ask me again next time you’re here.”

He gave a nod of understanding. “I’ll be back in a week.”

You broke out in a smile, your mind already turning with possibilities and dreams. “I’ll be ready then.” 

One more week, and then you would be with Law. One more week, and then you would be a Heart Pirate.

Shanks

The next morning you left the house before your parents were down for breakfast. You didn’t want to face them after dinner last night. You didn’t want to think about what they had said to you, how Shanks had been with another woman. 

You wanted to be out of the house and distracted from your thoughts, so you took off early to make it to campus and study before class. You tried to think about anything other than that red-haired pirate. You had exams and projects coming up. Going over the concepts you researched and studied for, you walked right into another person. 

“A bit distracted, love?” You didn’t have to look up to know who was speaking. Out of all the places he could’ve been on this island, he had to be on this path. 

You took a quick step back and nervously tucked your hair behind your ear. “Hey Shanks. Sorry about that.”

His brow furrowed at your formality. “Everything okay?”

“Just on the way to class.” You tried your best to smile. “Busy day.”

“I’ve been trying to catch you since we got here. I’ve missed you.” He reached out to grab you, but you stepped out of his reach.

“It was good to see you.” You gave a quick look around, hoping nobody was watching you. “I don’t want to be late for class.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Your class doesn’t start for another two hours.”

Shit. You had told him that the last time he visited. His mind was too keen to forget small details like that.

His hand reached out again, this time grabbing your wrist. “What’s going on?”

“Please Shanks,” you tried to pull away, but he held firm. “Let me go.”

“What is this cold shoulder business? Did I do something to make you upset? This can’t be over-”

“Why don’t you ask that girl you were with at the market?” You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you spat out the words to him. 

Shanks visibly recoiled from your words, pure confusion on his face. 

Confusion. Not guilt. Not shame. He had no idea what you were talking about. 

“My mother lied to me,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. “Oh god, Shanks. I'm so-”

He pulled you into his chest, clasping his arms tightly around you. “Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. I should’ve found you sooner. I’m sorry.” 

You buried your face in his chest, ashamed. “I believed them. Why did I believe them?”

“It’s okay.” He smoothed your hair as he held you. “We figured it out in the end, right?”

“I can’t stay here. We need to leave.” You pulled back, looking at him. 

He only gave a light laugh, unsure of what you meant. 

But that only made you more determined. “I’m serious, Shanks. I can’t stay here anymore. It’s suffocating. I’m dying here. I need life. I need adventure. I need you.”

The smallest spark of light gleaned in his eyes. “You want to sail? With me?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be a pirate. An outlaw, wanted by the government. You’ll be-”

“I’ll be with you,” you said, cutting him off. “The only one who has ever made me feel like I am my own person. I’ll be with you. I don’t care about the rest.”

He broke into a grin. “You’re serious?”

You stood on the tips of your toes and leaned forward to kiss him. “I’m serious. When can we go?”

“As soon as you want to.”

The excitement of living flooded into your veins. “Now.”

The two of you took off toward the docks hand in hand. And you felt more at peace looking into the unknown than you had in your entire life.  

Jaehyun and "I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” plz 💞

Jaehyun was an acquaintance, you would say. You were both majoring in the same area, had several classes together, and you talked sometimes, but that was all. You certainly didn’t expect Jaehyun to be your knight in black-and-white plaid on a day that started out sunny, but turns to a heavy rainstorm and mucky pathways around campus.

You sigh and look out the door of the building. Your next class is halfway across campus, you don’t have an umbrella, and as one boy comes slipping through the door, bringing a gust of cool, misty air with him, you curse your past self for not grabbing the umbrella beside your door at home.

You consider skipping your next class, waiting out the rainstorm here in the safe and dry warmth of this building, but you have an exam that you really can’t miss. So you take a deep breath, open the building’s door, and step out into the cold rain.

It hits and you freeze for a second, closing your eyes, and that second is just long enough for the rain to miraculously stop.

“Forget your umbrella?” A voice asks behind you, and you turn to see Jaehyun standing right at your elbow, a black-and-white flannel hugging his broad shoulders, and when you look up, you see he’s holding an umbrella over your head. “Where are you headed? I’ll walk you.”

“Th- The science building.” You shiver as the two seconds of the downpour you’d had to endure soaks through your clothes. “You don’t have to, Jaehyun. If it’s out of your way, I can--”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “I’m done with classes for the day. I was just going to walk over to the library to study for a bit. I can walk you, it’s no problem.”

So you nod and thank him, sticking close to his side as the pair of you set off toward the science building, chatting about the classes you share, about an event being hosted by your department this coming weekend, about how annoyed you are that you forgot your umbrella today of all days.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun nudges you with his elbow. “But at least I was here. Lucky I’m heading to the library to study for the exam next week instead of just heading home.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to study for that.” You groan as you approach the science building at last. “I still don’t entirely understand one of the concepts, so I’m sure I’ll do terrible.”

“You could always come study with me. When are you done for the day?” He looks up at the science building’s windows glowing through the dull rainstorm. “If it’s still raining I can come pick you back up with my umbrella. We could go back to the library, and I understand most of what we’ll be tested over pretty well, so maybe I could help you? If you want.”

A stray drop of rain splatters against Jaehyun’s cheek and starts to drip down, and your eyes follow the movement. Your fingers itch to reach up and wipe his cheek dry again, but before you can make a move, Jaehyun does it for himself. You really could use the help studying, and the help staying dry in this rain, so you nod. 

“Okay, sounds like a date. Meet me back here in an hour?” You ask.

Jaehyun nods, his eyes watching your face closely as his throat bobs nervously. “A date?”

“Mhmm. A date. I’ll buy you coffee if you help me study.” You didn’t mean a date at first, but as soon as you saw his reaction, you realized that yeah, you did kind of want a date with Jaehyun. “We can grab some dinner too.”

Jaehyun smiles then, sighing in relief. “A date.” He nods. “That was easier than I thought. I remember practicing asking you out to the mirror shortly after we first met, but I’ve always lost my courage when it came down to it.” He laughs a little. “But you just out and ask me on a date like it’s nothing.” 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, a reminder that your class starts in five minutes. “I’ll see you back here in an hour?”

Jaehyun nods, and as you step out from under the cover of his umbrella to run the last few feet to the building’s door, you feel Jaehyun’s fingers brush the back of your hand, and you swear you feel his touch burning against your skin for the entirety of class, like a good luck charm and a happy memory all rolled into one.

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↳ gojou satoru/reader

gojou is far from a dream — he is a nightmare ready to swallow the entirety of your heart, only to spit it to your face so you could wake up to the reality that you and him are never once meant to be.

genre. angst, established relationship, student!gojou

cw. insecure!reader, babie!reader, asshole!gojou, hurt/no comfort, toxic relationship, falling out of love, suggestive, cheating, usage of alcohol, gojou does some really hurtful shit

notes. it’s finally here after two damn weeks of being on hold. yall had fun w dilf!gojou so how about i give you some pain lmao

masterlist -> part two

It came to a point where you believed that Satoru didn’t really appreciate you.

Two weeks since you’ve last seen him, you expected that he would at least act a little happy to see you again after what seemed like eons from the last. Satoru was a busy man—he constantly went on missions, participated in his school’s events, and probably exorcised cursed spirits for trying to become the world’s strongest sorcerer. You didn’t understand what he meant by his role in this said sorcerer topic, but as often as you would ask, he would respond with: the world is in shambles without me. Never questioning the lack of time that he was giving you was only for the very reason that you considered just how hectic his duties could be. He had a huge burden of responsibilities resting squarely on his shoulders. Putting you second in his priority list was something you learned to simply accept eventually, promising that he would give all of his sweet time with you whenever he did get a chance to.

But minus the lack of time, there were other factors that were affecting your relationship as a whole. It may be too early to think so given that you have only been dating him for a little over 9 months. You fondly reminisced the good old days when you first met Satoru while you were on a shopping spree with your friends at Shibuya. After asking for your number, the man would visit you every weekend in your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and sweet kisses.

Looking at the present tugged at your heartstrings because the sudden change was painfully obvious. How could you build a good foundation for this relationship to last when he wasn’t trying to make it work?

For one, Gojou no longer had gleam in his eyes whenever he reunited with you after a long period of not seeing each other. You imagined that his cerulean eyes would coruscate with love upon the sight of his girlfriend, but all that were present in those ocean orbs were cold and distant.

“Did you even put make up on?” was the first question he chose to ask when you met him outside of your apartment complex on a sunny afternoon. He didn’t say I missed you or I’m glad to see you, but had chosen to nitpick on your appearance from the second he saw you.

You would have gushed about how dapper he looked in his button-down and fitted jeans, but his pedantic fault-finding held you back from complimenting him. Not to mention that he had a disappointed peer on you from behind his dark sunglasses. “Y-Yeah, I did put some make up on.”

Was it not enough? Should you have used thicker foundation? You thought he always liked it natural so you only kept it light. Did he find you particularly unattractive today?

He nodded with little care, urging you to start walking beside him before he added, “I think you stopped trying to look good for me, baby.”

Satoru had always been playful but tactless with his words. His condescending tone reflected just how much he didn’t give a damn whether you should take it as constructive or offensive. Deep inside, you were gearing towards the latter but you leaned more into taking it constructively on the external. Gojou was Gojou and you were you—he makes a comment, you take it with a grain of salt. That was the expected dynamic.

“I’ll try to look better for you next time,” you muttered, catching up to his pace and clinging to his forearm. He was unknown to the sting that his words have left behind, but you being pathetically in love, you pushed it back.

“If you love me, you should.”

Your casual dates often happened every Fridays until it cut down to just twice a month because he could no longer commit to the weekly agreement that you used to have. On the brighter side of the spectrum, you were glad to be with him despite the decrease in your supposedly constant dates. You were forced with the thought of being grateful enough that Satoru even spared some time to meet with you when he could have been resting in his free time. He chose you when he could have been laying in bed and saving his energy for himself.

And with those special days, you wanted to be as romantic and sweet to him as you could to show just how happy you were around him. To show just how thankful you were of your relationship with him. But one thing that prevented those expectations when you went out with him was how Gojou wouldn’t hold your hand in public.

He hated PDA. He always hated the idea of being openly expressive, hated when you get touchy with him when other people were around. Brushing it off or simply pulling away was a common occurrence whenever you tried to hold his hand before. You understood that there were people who didn’t prefer to show their affection in public and you couldn’t blame Satoru for being one of them. You shouldn’t. Still, in the back of your mind, you wondered if his distaste for PDA was the only reason he had for not holding his own girlfriend’s hand.

“Weather’s nice today, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning back on the barrier as you faced the water stream. The stillness of the river was as calming as the sight of the clear blue skies spreading on the horizon.

Tilting your head to peek at him, Satoru’s face sparkled with effulgence. You have loved this man for nearly a year and nothing ever stopped your heart from skipping a beat whenever you saw his radiant smile—the kind of smile that raised his cheekbones and formed a cute puff on the corner of his lips. This very smile brought you felicity because when Satoru was happy, you were happy.

“It is,” you responded, trailing off to follow his line of sight.

Except, you realized that the reason for his smile wasn’t because of you. It was because of the group of girls standing from a distance who all had a clear interest on him. The women exchanged looks, nudging each other as if they were deciding on who should approach your boyfriend first. Their intentions were clear as day, but your feelings were as clouded as an impending storm. “Satoru.”

He met your eyes for a split second. “What?”

It’s not fair that you’re looking at other girls while you’re with me. You sighed, “Can we just move somewhere else?”

It seemed that he had caught on and realized that your face was filled with jealousy. Truth was, Gojou hated it when you were jealous. He would get annoyed whenever you tried to bring up the fact that he had wandering eyes, telling you that it wasn’t his fault that girls would look at him. ‘You’re my girlfriend, isn’t that enough?’ you remembered these words he once told you before, causing his ire.

“Whatever. Let’s go,” he muttered, blasé about the insecurity in your eyes. Getting up to walk away, you followed his footsteps like a tail as you strode along the pathway to the riverside.

The crease on his forehead and the downward slope of his lips hinted his pique. “Satoru,” you called his attention once more, “I have the right to be jealous, you know.”

A moue was visible on his face. “It’s irritating. I don’t get jealous when you look at other guys.”

But that was because you never did. Not once did you pay attention to any other male because he was all you wanted. How could he not understand that? It was unfair. “Well, I just don’t like the way you’re looking at those girls—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, stopping in his tracks to face you with clear annoyance, “do you still wanna continue with this date or not? It’s a pain in the ass to keep arguing.”

Because you loved him, you let it go.

You made an excuse for his behavior because Satoru Gojou was not perfect and he had obvious flaws. Who were you to judge him when you weren’t perfect yourself, too?

You only wanted his attention and his love. Perhaps it was how you found yourself back in your apartment, pinned under your boyfriend with your legs on his shoulders as he rutted you like there was no tomorrow.

He ran his fingers through his hair before he increased the roughness in his thrusts and left you whimpering like a “pathetic crybaby” as he described you. While you desperately held onto him, he indulged you with the kiss that you so badly asked for by merely connecting his mouth to yours.

There was little passion in his kisses—teeth nibbling your lower lip, tongue whirling around yours, and a suction from his mouth before he placed his palm on the flat of your cheek and pressed your face sideways on the mattress. It was to remind you of your place and the limit he was imposing with the affection he could give.

“A-Aah—Satoru! Slow d-down!” you whined like a wimp, only receiving his condescending chuckle because stuffing your core full of his shaft without any ounce of pity was all he cared about. He didn’t give a shit when you started crying, also didn’t give a shit when you asked to have your turn to cum, too. Gojou started to only care about his own pleasure.

“I’m tired, baby. Next time.” Soon as he was sated, he rolled the condom out of his length, tossing it to the bin before he climbed next to you.

You looked at him with those docile eyes, “Did I do well?”

Did you seriously just ask him if you did a great job at sucking his dick, letting him be balls deep inside of you like it was only done for his pleasure alone?

Yes, you miserably did. Gojou’s opinion was important. Gojou’s approval mattered.

“It was fine,” he answered, bored stupid. “You could do better.”

At least, with the decency of staying next to you, you tried to be oblivious to the pricks in your heart. How could you be hurting when he stayed to be right here with you?

Being seated on his lap—cradled on his chest as you pulled away to sit up, Satoru was busy on his phone as you lovingly traced his toned chest with your gentle fingers. His handsome face, messy white hair, and azure eyes left you blushing with the thought that such a man was all yours to have.

And yet, Gojou’s full attention was not with you even when you two were alone in bed after a night of rough sex. Little does he know, you could see the reflection of his phone’s screen through the mirror above the headboard.

And you could see with clear vision that he was scrolling through different girls’ Instagram pages, staring at bikini pictures longer than he should have. Even at that, you couldn’t bring yourself to call him out because you were scared that he would scream at you.

“Satoru,” you spoke, hiding the pain in your voice. With a still breath, you put his phone to the side and placed your head on his chest, allowing him to hug you and stroke your hair like he used to. “Do you still think I’m the prettiest girl in the world?”

He took a deep breath. “...Yeah”

Gojou guiltlessly lied to your face.

With all the promises he made, he had already broken most of them. Making you cry to your sleep every time he said something hurtful, making you wait for two hours at your meeting place and informing you by text that he couldn’t come, making you feel insecure about yourself because his eyes always looked for someone better, someone prettier.

The red flags were there, but you chose to see other colors thinking that you and him were match-made in heaven only given a challenge to make your relationship stronger. ‘Perhaps it’s just a test’ was an excuse you kept on telling yourself.

How do you not feel sorry for yourself? Gojou clearly did. Or no, he probably didn’t. He got sick and tired of having you clinging around him and being a complete pushover unlike the other confident women he had his eyes on.

The only time you ever gathered the courage to follow his whereabouts was on a Saturday night at a house party that he never told you about. If Getou hadn’t unintentionally informed you, you never would have thought that Gojou would be spending his fine night getting drunk and being around other women. Women that looked better, dressed better, and could probably make him feel better.

Your emotions weren’t as colorful as the neon lights when you stepped inside the house, squeezing yourself through the grinding bodies of intoxicated men and women to find the white-haired person you called your boyfriend. Knowing that there were familiar faces in the house, they were kind enough to direct you to wherever Satoru could be hiding.

At first, you found his best friend Suguru by the living room with a panicked expression as soon as his eyes landed on you. “Y/N,” the guy looked around, “you’re here.”

You offered a small smile, heart pounding in your chest. It was beating even louder than the booming sound from the speakers. “Where’s Satoru?”

“He’s—”

“Babe?”

A quick pivot on your heels allowed you to see a surprised Gojou descending from the nearby stairs. Arctic white hair was a tad bit messy, two of his buttons were undone, the hem of his shirt untucked, but it was the faint smear of lipstick on his mouth that caused your pendulum of a heart into an abrupt stop.

To make the situation worse, it was your friend Kellie who followed him behind with a minute of awkwardness bathing her amber eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re going to a party?” you asked your boyfriend, backing against a wall with a hand stopping him from approaching you further. He noticed your accusatory eyes, but didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

“Baby, you’re my girlfriend not my wife,” he meant it as a joke, and although some of his friends chuckled, you didn’t.

Kellie tried to make herself clean, though. She gave you a hug of acknowledgment not realizing that you could smell your boyfriend’s scent on her skimpy dress. “Hey, Y/N. So glad to see you here,” she greeted, feigning innocence. “I was just showing Satoru around.”

Her breath smelled similar to Satoru—alcohol, lime, and whatever else they both had throughout the night. It seemed that no one was willing to address the elephant in the room, because for all its worth, you were just Gojou’s pathetic girlfriend who would make excuses for his actions.

With the looks his friends gave you, you knew they felt sorry. You knew they felt terrible. You knew they were aware of what Satoru had done or how long he was doing this.

Too busy to see you on a weekend? He was here with all the free time in the world drinking booze and fucking other girls. That was your cue to leave and walk out saying, “I’m going home.” Regardless of Satoru’s reaction, you no longer cared.

You were far too focused on keeping your composure as much as you were already shattered inside because Gojou cheated on you. He didn’t have to explicitly say it. You already saw it with your own eyes and there was no explanation that could save him from it.

It wasn’t like he defended himself, either. He simply followed you out of the house as you tried so hard to keep your tears in. Swallowing the weakness back in. Did Gojou care? He fucking didn’t. So why was he on your tail, walking on the street with you?

“Hey.” You felt his cold hand latching onto your arm, turning you around with a look of worry. He had always been indifferent to you, so why was he nervous now? Was it because the expression on your face scared him? Or was it because of your lack of acknowledgment towards his very obvious unfaithfulness? “Are you mad?”

You wanted to say yes, but you ended up saying “no.” Holding your breath and pulling your arm away, “I’m not mad, but you should’ve texted me.”

There was a look of relief that washed over his handsome face. He probably believed that he was off the hook when in truth, you were just beginning to form a stronger wall that he could no longer break.

“Sorry, the party was a last minute thing. You love me though, right?” He smiled, and you wanted to punch the smile off his face. You wanted to slap his cheek and yell at him, tell him how much of an asshole he was, how much of a liar and a cheater and a terrible boyfriend—no, you thought of something better.

“I do,” you answered, remaining in your stoic mien. “Do you still love me?”

He pulled you for an embrace, arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting above yours. “I do.”

“Do you still think I’m enough?”

“You are.”

“Do you still think I’m worthy?”

“Of course.”

“...Okay.”

“I cherish you.”

Gojou was made of lies after lies. Your questions needn’t be answered because you weren’t stupid, or at least no longer tried to be. How could a man like him be so unapologetic of his mistakes when he knew the painful truth veiled within his lies? How could he smile at your face after being inside another girl not an hour ago and act like you were his one and only?

“Okay...” you muttered in a low voice, pulling away from his hug and blinking the tears that welled up your eyes. “I’m gonna go home.”

You shouldn’t expect much because Gojou could only do the bare minimum for you. To think that he would take you home, jokes on you because he wouldn’t.

“Alright,” he simply said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll get you a cab.”

And when he did, you looked away from him as you got in the backseat while hearing him tell you to keep safe. Even as the car left, you saw his figure immediately walking back to the house without so much of a care if you were truly fine.

You had muffled sobs as the vehicle took you back to your apartment. You were weeping on your pillow as soon as you fell on your bed. Taking your phone out, there was not one text from Satoru to ask if you’ve arrived home safely.

There was no need to anymore. His name was erased on your contact list, his number blocked from your phone, and his photos deleted from your memories forever. Tonight was the last night you would ever let Satoru Gojou step on your heart and treat you like garbage, because from this day forward, you would change for the better.

You would leave him behind like a ghost, disappearing from his life forever.

Gojou was far from a dream. He was a nightmare ready to swallow the entirety of your heart, only to spit it to your face so you could wake up to the reality that you and him were never once meant to be.

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zoro x gn!reader // sfw

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 drifts in and out of consciousness, the netting of the hammock molding into his back. your weight atop his chest is a comfortable one, one of his hands splayed over your hip and toying with the patch of skin exposed by your lifted shirt.

there’s nothing better than this- him, you, and the open sea.

he hears it all, the distant clamor of the crew, their steps along the deck, maybe the clinking of utensils in the kitchen, but he drowns it out. you, it’s all you, your soft breaths and the occasional yawn you give- it makes him drowsy.

his wado pushes against a wooden beam, a constant movement that keeps the hammock rocking. the rhythm isn’t allowed to be disturbed, not on his watch, even if it means sacrificing the sleep he cherishes so much.

he knows his swords are capable of utter destruction. he’s ended lives with them, they’ve seen countless bodies- they should be permanently colored crimson. stained crimson.

yet, right now, his sheathed blade serves only to maintain the gentle swaying of the hammock.

you stir, stretch your limbs, reaching for his arm in a bid to get him to lower his wado. “jus’ go to sleep, ‘zo. don’t need you to keep rocking it.”

“eh? m’fine,” he reassures, a bit husky, his warrior mind fighting off the sleep like nothing.

his palm moves from your hip, instead covering your eyes as if willing you back into an unconscious state. he yawns, his canines on display, before sighing. “you sleep first, got it?”