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planetnini · 7 months

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ONE — MAYBE I COULD FIX HIM ?

with the week you're having, you don't have it in you anymore to deal with anymore bullshit and take it out on your asshole of a roommate gojo satoru (3.8k words)

content. cheating (we don’t do the cheating), named ex: hiroto, shoko is an extremely good judge of character, geto suguru the man that you are, gojo is a bit of an asshole, reader goes off at the end (rightfully so) <33

Whoever said that if you do what you love, you'll never work another day in your life was a liar. Sure it was a well-meaning sentiment and while it filled your soul with some semblance of hope on some days, it was the main reason you were struggling with your degree and drowning in work.

So much for dreaming big…

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” the girl questioned. The smoke from her cigarette created an odour that permeated the air as you let out a sigh, leaning back on the wall.

“That shit’s gonna kill you one day.” you muttered moving your head toward the cigarette in between her fingers as you turned your attention to the scene in front of you, waiting for her to finish.

“Make sure I have a nice funeral.” she chuckled before puffing out a cloud of smoke as she pulled the cigarette away from her mouth. When you didn't laugh at her comment, she just stared at you. Your eyes were closed and breathing a little jagged as she observed. Did you think she wouldn't notice?

Ieriri does not reveal much about herself, but everyone that was friends with her knew she was deathly loyal and cared for her friends in a unique way. She put the stick up to her mouth inhaling as she spoke, "You look like shit.”

“You know how my afternoon lectures are.” she sighed.

She put out her cigarette in the ashtray bin and tucked her hands into her pocket. She was not at all convinced by your story.

“Hold it Missy.” she demanded and of course your feet stopped in its tracks before her, “Tell me what’s wrong now.”

“I’ve been hearing things about Hiroto.”

You don’t think you’ve met someone that hated Hiroto more than your best friend herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as you mentioned your boyfriend or as she called him ‘he-who-must-not-be-named’. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, her lips pulling into a pout. She always had a thing for the dramatics.

"What else is new? Hiroto is a scumbag."

"Ieiri!" you scolded, frowning at her choice of words.

She scoffed with a shrug before she linked your arms in hers and started walking toward the cafe. You had no idea what she had against Hiroto. He was the most popular guy in your university, and he was the one everyone wanted to be with, but it came as a surprise when he chose you. He had eyes for you, and you couldn't understand why anyone would want you of all people so he asked you out one day and you didn't have the heart to say no. Even if you had liked him at the time, which you didn’t, you still couldn't have said no, it would have been an opportunity wasted. He wasn’t the nicest guy but you would say he treated you well so you defended him every time.

“I still don't understand what you see in him.”

You smiled faintly, “As much as you doubt him, he really does care about me."

You could tell that Ieiri didn’t approve. She never made her opinion on him a secret, and you don’t expect her to start now.

She rolled her eyes again and sighed, "Yeah, well you should really find someone better, like a certain someone."

It was your turn to roll your eyes at the thought of who she was referring to: a certain white haired roommate of yours.

“I hope you’re not trying to suggest who I think you are?” you stated as she gave you a sly smirk before shrugging.

“Have things with Satoru been better?”

You paused, contemplating on how to respond as you both walked into the cafe. You turned your attention to the menu as you stood in line. Your eyes scanned over the pamphlet you received when you walked in as you also looked at the assortment of baked goods and pastries.

"I still can't quite figure him out." you muttered as you stared at some of the menu items.

Her curiosity was piqued as you said this, already knowing what she would order as she stared at you now. "What's he up to now?" she asked.

When you got to university, you opted to follow your dreams and your heart and while you looked forward to finishing your degree, reaching your dreams and goals was expensive, which was something you had known as a teen. It explained why you had to get a job that definitely does not pay minimum wage and why you had to room with Satoru Gojo, as per Ieiri’s request, just to be able to do what you love.

At first, you had thanked Ieiri for convincing the prestigious Gojo Satoru to be your roommate at the start but when he moved in, you were less than grateful.

Gojo Satoru was a scion of a wealthy and successful family making him the epitome of privilege: rich, handsome, and effortlessly at the top of his class without ever needing to study– he pretty much had everything handed to him on a silver platter.

The first few months were turbulent, to say the least. Gojo acted like a spoiled prince, which was not surprising, always expecting things to be done for him and showing little regard for your personal space or boundaries. Arguments were frequent and inevitable but you shouldn't be complaining, he was the one paying most of the rent.

Entitlement dripped from his every pore but then something shifted. With you trying to assert your own space and independence against his behaviour and actions, it was as though he had picked up on your growing frustration and decided to turn over a new leaf or whatever.

It started with small gestures- he'd clean up after himself, occasionally ask if you needed anything from the store, and even helped out with chores around the apartment. These moments, though rare, caught you off guard. You couldn't help but wonder if it was all an act, a facade he put on simply because you were sharing a living space. Deep down, you were convinced that the 'nice' Gojo was just a pretence to keep the peace.

Yet, there were times when you couldn't ignore the fact that he seemed genuinely concerned about you, though these moments were fleeting– hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and his usual arrogance.

“He is just utterly unpredictable." you sighed as you put a hand over your eyes in frustration.

"Sounds like Satoru." she chuckled.

“I don’t know, it just feels like he’s nice to me because I’m friends with you.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Are you saying he's being fake around you because of our friendship?"

"Yeah, sometimes it feels that way. Like he's just putting on a show."

Shoko's lips pulled into a small frown, her eyebrows knitting together, "That doesn't sound like him at all. Maybe he's just trying to be friends with you."

You had been so focused on the topic at hand, you hadn't realised you were at the front of the line.

You shrugged, "It's probably nothing.”

"Stop thinking about Satoru, you’re holding up the line." she scoffed as she smiled at the cashier.

You gave the worker an apologetic smile before turning to the person behind you, "Sorry, about that."

After ordering your favourite drink and some pastries, you approached a small table to sit. “I don’t know. I mean I guess Gojo and I are friends but still, I’m a bit suspicious.”

“I don’t think he would do something like that for my sake.”

"It just feels like you're trying to get him on my good side, I wonder why that is." you hummed with a tilt of your head, raising your brows at her.

"I think my best friend just deserves someone better." she shrugged with a pout.

"And Gojo is 'someone better'?" you scoffed.

Her hesitance was telling and you could see the gears shifting in her head, "That's like asking if apple juice is better than orange juice."

You rolled your eyes at her and looked around the café. The coffee beans alongside the soft humming of the machine, muffled speaking, jazz that played through the speakers really defined the atmosphere. Perhaps this place would become a regular study spot if they nailed just how you liked your drinks.

“Thank you for coming with me by the way.”

“No problem.”

You had a small smile on your lips as Ieiri decided to fold the receipt she had in her hand into origami, your eyes leisurely scanned over the cafe's charming layout but then, as fate would have it, your heart suddenly felt like it had been gripped by an icy hand, causing it to skip a beat.

The cafe that once felt spacious now seemed to shrink around you, constricting your senses. Your gaze, once idly roaming the room, had fixated on an all-too-familiar figure.

There, amidst the warm, cosy ambiance of the cafe, sat Hiroto. He was not alone. He was sitting across from another girl, their faces close. A rare smile was etched across his features, who was she to be able to make him look at her like that? He had never looked at you that way…

Maybe it was a friend?

Ieiri, perceptive as ever, noticed the abrupt change in your expression. Her eyes followed your gaze instinctively, and when she locked onto what you were seeing, her face transformed from one of carefree enjoyment to sheer disbelief and anger.

Their smiles were flirtatious and you could feel the creeping feeling of fear settle in your bones.

They were completely engrossed in each other, oblivious to the world around them as they leaned in for a kiss. Definitely not a friend.

Ieiri was right. He was a scumbag.

Your mind couldn't quite grasp what was unfolding before your eyes, reality not even seeming real for a second.

Confrontation was the last thing on your mind. You didn't want to cause a scene, not here, not now, even if every fibre of your being screamed for justice.

Shoko's fingers tightened around her origami creation, crumpling it as her anger flared up. Her eyes locked onto the two with an intensity that could have scorched the room.

She had always been vocal about her disdain for him, and this seemed like the perfect moment to let it all out. Without hesitation, Shoko started to push her chair back, her intention clear: she was going to confront Hiroto, give him a piece of her mind, and let the whole café know about his deceit. To berate him for everything he did to you, everything he did that you were too blind to see. You sat there in silence, your heart heavy with disbelief and betrayal but instinctively your hand reached out for hers. You shook your head ever so slightly, silently pleading with her not to make a scene.

“We can't just let him get away with this." she whispered back, her frustration growing by the minute.

Shoko's anger was palpable, and her lips quivered with the words she wanted to unleash but she respected your unspoken plea, if only for now, and reluctantly sank back into her chair waiting for your order number to be called out. Once you received the drinks and pastries, the two of you continued walking back to your shared apartment, the weight of the situation heavy on your mind as a tear slipped from your eyes. You had no goddamn appetite now.

The evening had taken an unsettling turn for you. After returning from a troubling encounter at the café that you wished you could just forget, you found yourself back in your cosy apartment that you shared with the Satoru Gojo, the most popular boy on campus.

As you pushed off your shoes and set them by the door, you overheard some of Gojo's friends chatting in the main area. Forcing a smile, you greeted the people in the room as Ieiri followed behind you, making her presence known as she greeted them as well. You placed the bag of pastries on the table, knowing that for certain, Gojo would inhale them when he got his hands on them.

“Hey, do you have a smoke?” Geto asked Ieiri as he looked over his shoulder. Next thing you knew, Geto had moved to sit across from you at the island counter while you sipped at your glass of water, mind wandering back to your jerk of a boyfriend. “How are you?” he inquired, patiently waiting for your response.

“I’m alright, thanks,” you mumbled, trying to muster a genuine smile in response to his concern.

Geto waved a hand in front of your face as your thoughts drifted. Suddenly, you were locked into eye contact with him. Leaning down to eye level, he asked, “You sure you’re okay? You look a bit tired,” a playful chuckle escaping his lips.

You sighed a little before shaking your head resolutely, “Just had a terrible fucking week.”

Geto chuckled, “Tell me about it.” he scoffed, commiserating with your struggles. Although he didn’t know the full story, it didn’t matter, you were seen for a second and it felt good, "I swear they have it out for us."

Ieiri was best friends with both Gojo and Geto in high school. You never really understood their dynamic at all but the brief interactions shared with Geto had been enough for you to come up with a comprehensive answer.

Many people around had said that Geto was like the sun personified, radiating this warmth and light wherever he went. His presence had an undeniable magnetic quality, drawing people toward him but he could leave an indelible mark on anyone in his presence. It was quite possible that what was true, made you smile a little.

Gojo's friends continued their lively chatter, sharing stories and laughter and it wasn’t until you heard the tap turn on that you realised Gojo is standing right next to you drinking water aswell.

“Hey. You smoking or what? I don’t have all day, Suguru,” Shoko chimed in, her voice cutting through the conversation.

“That shit will kill you one day Suguru.” he muttered next to you.

“Funny. You said the same thing to me today.” Ieiri commented and you could feel all their gazes land on you.

“I guess we’re a lot alike.” Gojo joked and you feel yourself smile at his words as Geto and Shoko shared a look.

Geto cleared his throat, a hand coming up to your shoulder, “Things will get better, I promise.” he smiled as both he and Shoko exited the apartment for their smoke.

The atmosphere inside the apartment shifted slightly as you were left alone in the kitchen with Gojo.

“What was that about?” he spoke, regarding the comment that Geto had just made.

You turned your attention to Gojo and shook your head dismissively, “It’s nothing.”

“You sure? You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know,” you nodded, “It’s nothing, really.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” he took another sip of his water.

You paused for a moment, “If I knew you had guests over, I would've brought them some as well.” you stated, pointing at the pastries from the café in the bag.

Gojo raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "So those pastries are for me?" he inquired, his playful tone evident.

"Don't push it." you scoffed, your heart warming at his teasing for just a second. There is suddenly a nagging feeling that tells you he is just being nice to you due to the circumstances.

You clear your throat as you tear your gaze away from him, "Are your friends staying for dinner? If they are, I might skip." You weren’t exactly feeling like yourself, and would rather not be spending time around people you hardly knew. You were just getting warmed up to the man next to you anyways.

“They’re not staying over. Even if they were, I don't really encourage skipping meals.” Gojo replied, his tone shifting between genuine concern and playfulness.

You can’t even force yourself to smile at his concern, you wanted to keep the discussion going, but your recent experience at the café had left you feeling on edge. "I guess I’ll see you at dinner then." you teased, your playful tone masking the underlying curiosity you had about his intentions. Did he truly want to be friends with you or was he doing it just out of pity?

He nodded at you and you retreated back into your room to grab some clothes but the voices of his friends drifted into your ears.

“Was that Hiroto’s girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” you heard the familiar white haired boy reply.

Their conversation had been about you, and you knew it. Trying to push yourself to stop them from eavesdropping, you shook your head and continued at finding some comfortable clothes for tonight. You needed to do something to take your mind off the events from earlier.

"Wait, seriously? I thought he was dating someone else."

Their words cast a shadow over your thoughts and only amplified your bad mood. You clenched your fists, trying to push down the mixture of anger and hurt.

“I don’t know how she’s still with him.”

The weight of their judgement had hit you harder than ever, especially after what you had witnessed earlier. As you contemplated confronting them about it, you could hear the hushed murmurs growing louder, escalating your frustration as a couple of voices interject.

“She’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think so?”

You weren't ready to hear them belittle you any further, so you decided to retreat to the sanctuary of the shower, hoping the water would wash away the bitterness.

You turned on the water, stepping into the shower trying to drown out the sound of their voices echoing in your head. You wished you hadn't noticed how little effort Gojo made to defend you. Perhaps you were wrong to think the two of you were friends to begin with and considering his track record, maybe you shouldn’t have been so lenient to think he was different.

As you emerged from the shower, refreshed but still vulnerable, you were in the confines of your room as you messaged Shoko about what had happened. You knew she would give her a piece of her mind when she saw him next. You laid in bed, letting out some breaths steadying your heartrate as you heard Gojo call for you from outside your door. You weren't prepared for this, not after what you just heard between him and his friends.

With your emotions still raw and your nerves on edge, you slowly opened the door to find Gojo standing there, his usual confident demeanour softened.

His presence in the dimly lit hallway was both comforting and disconcerting. You met his gaze, your eyes holding a mixture of anxiety and frustration.

Gojo's voice was gentle but laced with concern as he spoke, "I sent my friends home.”

You nodded, not even bringing it in yourself to even berate him for being an absolute asshole to you when he thought you weren’t listening.

“I noticed you've been quiet since you got home. Is everything okay? Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?"

Your emotions, a turbulent whirlwind of hurt and anger, surged within you. With a deep breath, you finally found your voice, but your words came out sharp and accusatory, "I don't appreciate it Gojo," you began, your tone wavering but determined, "I know what you and your friends say about me when you think I'm not listening."

Gojo's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," you continued, your voice quivering with anger.

You could see Gojo's expression shift from confusion to realisation, and a pang of regret flickered in his eyes. His usually playful demeanour had vanished, replaced by a sombre and sincere expression.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispered, his voice sincere but unsure of how to proceed.

You felt tears well up in your eyes replaying the pain of your boyfriend cheating on you and the callous things they said behind your back. The disappointment of his apology settled in- he’s only sorry because he got caught.

“That was the last thing I expected from you.” you spat out. "I thought…” you let out a deep breath, your words hanging with every ounce of pain that you’d felt today. You shook your head as you continued, “I thought we were friends."

"We are." he declared, his eyes wavering now. With guilt or concern, you couldn't tell but you knew he didn't really care.

"We're not." you emphasised, still burning with the fury of all the events that transpired today. "Every day, I see you look at me with those eyes that say how pathetic you think I look."

Gojo's brow furrowed in frustration with himself. He wanted to say the right words, to offer comfort, but he struggled to find them. He stepped a little closer, his hands outstretched towards you. You stepped back, your heart pounding erratically, and he instantly retreated.

“You have no idea how much it hurts but I guess I shouldn’t have trusted you to begin with.”

Without giving him a chance to speak, you shut the door with trembling hands. You felt a thud against the door on the opposite end and you could hear him muttered a few curse words as you slid down the surface defeatedly.

His face that was etched with guilt and regret. That look was embedded in your head as you let the tears slip down your face. He gave a resigned sigh before turning away and trudging off towards the kitchen to make dinner– alone.

You stayed in your room until you heard the door to his room close after a couple hours of distracting yourself: with studying, messaging Shoko how much you hated Gojo, and cleaning your room. Retreating from your bedroom as quietly as you can, you see a plate of food he made for you wrapped up with a small post it note on your favourite drink next to it.

I know you're still mad at me, but I hope you don’t skip dinner. Eat well, you'll need the strength... ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ

You scoffed at his note, scrunching it up, putting it in your pocket. It was all just lip-service.

As you sat there alone, your eyes welled up with tears, and you could feel your composure slipping away. The weight of the day became too much to bear. Your heart ached, the hurt and betrayal coursing through you as you sobbed softly.

What a terrible fucking week.

tags! @stsgluver @pandoraium @cottonheadedninnymugggins @satoryaa @bbyxxm @itsthemodelinme @sattosugu

notes. this is not proofread. i don't think the last half of this is as good but... we move!!! i'm sick and wanted to give back with the first chapter since i have some free time to write now <3 it gets better i promise, please comment and give me some love (or feedback), thank you :)

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deathflare · 7 months

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my brain is so melted

#LKSFJS i was like smth feels off but my brain doesnt work i was like whatever #n i realized. i gave him human ears #i havent been bewitched by an elf in so long i completely forgot i only remember animal ears.#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tav #dragonborn

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bewitchedme-body-and-soul · 1 year

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logan relationship alphabet

warnings: not edited, canon typical violence, cursing, mentions of nsfw subjects, mentions of breeding, mentions of scent kink, if there’s more feel free to let me know

due to 18+ themes minors please do not interact

a/n: ty to @humanalien01 for dealing with my rambles about him and helping me make decisions

A = Arguments(How often do you two argue? Who apologizes first? How do they make up? etc)

not very often do the two of you fight, but when you do, it’s definitely bad. He can be very stubborn and headstrong and a royal pain in the ass.

he apologizes first usually he can’t handle knowing you’re mad at him

he’d probably bring you a gift, something you love but not very expensive to make it up to you

B = Bedtime Routine(Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc)

he feels like he’s either a big spoon or you’re laying on top of him (pretty boy has anxiety so you’re like a weighted blanket for him), but definitely skin on skin contact in some way

C = Cook(Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?)

he’s not a great cook but he’s not the worst, don’t expect really fancy dishes, but he will make you breakfast often, typically eggs and bacon or sausage

D = DIY(Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it? )

he absolutely does, definitely the type to carve you little wooden figures & nicknacks. he’ll ask kitty or rouge for help if he thinks it needs painting but he tries his best to do it all by himself. he’s big on “it’s the thought that counts”

E = Effort(How much effort do they put into their relationship?)

he puts as much effort as he can muster, he’s so thankful for you and doesn’t want to do anything to make you hate him

F = First Date(Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?)

i see him as being someone who wants to spend the first date getting to know you, he probably also asks one of the female xmen (most likely rouge) on ideas especially more modern ideas, most likely sets up a picnic & sets up pillows and blankets in the back of his pick-up

G = Gifts(What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? etc)

probably gifts you simple but meaningful things, eventually he gifts you his dog tags

he’d love anything and everything you’d gift him, he’s so in love with you, you could gift him a rock that you thought was pretty and he be grateful

H = Honeymoon(Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.)

if you don’t have a dream do it, he’d most likely suggest a cabin in the canadian mountains with no-one around to bother the two of you, he just wants to spend time with you and bask in your presence

I = Intimacy(What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?)

he’s over 200 years old, he definitely has experience. but intimacy is still hard for him, it takes time but he loves the slow and quiet moments with you, where it’s just the two of you cuddled up

J = Jealously(How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? etc)

usually no, but sometimes he will, but it will take a lot to get him there but once he does he’ll pull you close and stare the other person down until they leave. it’s worse if they were making you uncomfortable, then he’d throw hands

K = Kink(Do they have any particular kinks?)

he definitely has a breeding kink, but he’s scared to actually get you pregnant because he doesn’t believe he’d be a good father

it’s canon and widely known that he has a strong sense of smell, there for he probably has at least a small scent kink, he loves the way you smell and especially when you smell like him so he makes a point for you to always smell like him

L = Long Distance(How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? etc)

he’d hate it but if it was necessary he’d suffer through it. he’d be sure to text, call, and face-time as often as possible and ask about your day, he’d want to hear every detail

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.)

he didn’t want to get married for a long time, until he met you and then shortly there after he changed his mind, and couldn’t wait to marry you

his wedding would be at the manor, charles would be officiant, if you’re alright with it i can see him asking other x-men to be in the wedding as well. like hank as his best man, rouge as the flower girl, & kurt as ring barer. he’d probably also want to invite his students, after-all the x-men and the rest of those at the institute are his family

N = Night’s Out(Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?)

probably takes you to bars or restaurants, and occasionally accompanied by a movie

as often as he can swing, he believes you should treat your partner to dates as often as possible, because you shouldn’t stop wooing them just because you are in a relationship

O = Often(How often do you see each other? How many times a week? etc)

he makes a point to see you as often as he can, multiple times a week, if you’re an x men or teach at the school he’d ask for you both to share a room (if you were okay with it as well obviously)

if you weren’t an x-men or teacher, he would probably leave and see you after classes unless he had a mission, then he’d give you a call and tell you how much he loved you, just in case he couldn’t come back to you

P = Public Displays of Affection(Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.)

he’s okay with pda but he’s not one that he’ll full on make out with you in public, he’ll hold your hand, have his arm around your shoulders or waist, and give you kisses, but that’s about the extent of the pda.

Q = Quiet(Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?)

he gets quiet when he gets in his head, which is usually after nightmares, or someone made a comment about how he’s undeserving of you.

some simple reassurance & snuggles solves this, tell him how much you love him, and how safe you feel around him.

R = Reunion(How they like to reunite with their partner?)

he’ll hold you tight and press a kiss to the crown of your head when he first sees you, he’ll then shove his face in your neck and inhale deeply. as i said before he loves your scent and while he was away he found himself missing it

S = Surprise(Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?)

he hates surprises..usually, he hates the waiting, now that being said he’s okay if they’re from you, because he trusts you with his entire mind, body and soul

if you text him or tell him you have a surprise for him, it’s an almost guarantee that he’ll make a dirty joke about it, he’d probably ask what color the lingerie set was that you’re gonna wear (good luck walking tomorrow if that actually was the surprise)

T = Texts(How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?)

he is absolutely god awful at texting. except with you. he’ll leave almost everyone on ‘read’ or ‘delivered’ never you though, he always responds as fast as he can. so when you hear everyone complain about him never answering you can’t help but giggle because you don’t have to deal with that

U = Unity(How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?)

i feel like you’d work well, he’d be sure to always check in and protect you

V = Vacation(Favourite vacation spot to take their partner?)

again, canadian mountains, this man’s ideal vacation is just the two of you, away from everyone and everything unbothered

W = When(At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? etc)

if you’re a teacher at the institute or x-men & live in the mansion, i can see it being a few months in maybe like 6

if you aren’t either of those, it maybe closer to a year, it’ll probably start out with an apartment but eventually he wants to get a cabin for the two of you (and any kids you may have)

X = X-ray(What is their favourite body part on their partner?)

i definitely think he’s an ass/thighs man, but also a tummy kinda guy, he loves being able to grab you

Y = you(A random headcanon about your relationship.)

he’s so gentle with you for someone labeled as an “animal” and a “killing machine”

Z =Zoom(Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?)

the two of you, in a cabin somewhere in the woods (most likely canadian mountains), unbothered, he’s mostly retired from x-men duties (he’d still go on missions if they needed him contrary to what he says), occasionally someone from the team will visit, maybe some animals and a garden (he wants to go into town as little as possible).

maybe even a few kids if that’s what you wanted, as many as you wanted, and if they eventually showed signs of developing mutations he’ll be sure to assure them that there’s nothing wrong with them no matter what anyone may say. hell teach them to control their power, and if it’s too much for just him he’ll ask xavier for help. he’d also be sure too teach them that they should use their gifts to help people & never cause unnecessary harm

#they have bewitched me #wolverine x reader #wolverine imagine #wolverine x you #wolverine x y/n #wolverine fanfiction #xmen imagine #x men fanfiction #xmen x reader #xmen x you #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett imagine #logan howlett x you

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laroserie · 5 months

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— character : yandere!high noble fae lord oc

— content : x human servant gender neutral reader , headcanons ?, just general toxicity / yandere stuff (very soft here)

— authors note : woo more about my high noble fae lord (first 'part' here) because inspiration has came to me - as said before it's heavily inspired from a book series i'm reading because it's a fantastic one ( it's 'Rowan Blood' by Kellen Graves ) it's kinda inspired by Cylvan (fun fact i hated his guts for the two first books and only started to like him now which motivated ... this ! but imma be honest i prefer his sibling ) anyways if you can definitly recommend y'all to go read it and support the author. ( i will need to make a third part because i have so many others ideas !! )

they aren't the heir of their family - their sister is, which is great for them as they already feel suffocated by their position. in addition they have a younger sibling.

they never really care for humans before you - they never felt any specific ways for the humans servants working for his family. they didn't hate them but it's not like they cared if the servants got mistreated, but they always avoided engaging in it. - after meeting you, they still don't care about the others humans servants but they may try to be somewhat 'friendly' to your friends, fellow servants when they attempt to win you over and show you they are 'different'.

once the two of you got somewhat close, mostly by them annoying you will you work and changing your chores from sweeping the floors to listening to them talk about whatever books they read recently, they make you their official personal servant.

which include, waking them up, dressing them, brushing their hair and accompanying them pretty much anywhere. you are excluded from helping them wash and cooking duties.

like said before they are a big reader, they read a lot, pretty much anythings they find. after getting interested in you they started to read more 'humans' books in order to impress you, they took a particular liking to mythology and classical theatre pieces. they could force you to read to them while they lay their head on your laps.

in terms of jealousy they get overly jealous when others faes speak to you, they are really on the defensive and won't shy away from quite literally grabbing you and dragging you away from any others faes. for humans ... they care less - don't get it wrong. they will be jealous if an another human try to flirt with you but seeing you simply talk with another human is fine by their standards. they don't see humans as rivals, - they don't feel threaten by humans, as humans are naturally inferior to faes in their world.

this fact is something that made it really hard for him to accept, they hold themselves to extremely high standards and ... liking a human doesn't fit in it.

oh obviously they do not care either you love them back or not - if you do, it's great, they are really happy about for sure but if you don't ... it's fine, they will make you love them sooner or later.

#High Fae Lord. 💗#a magic piece ?#darling ... you bewitched me #<- general writing tag ++ yandere tag #male yandere #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #soft yandere #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

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brittlebutch · 10 months

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Best Quality: Her Wiggles <3

#N posts stuff #bnt #bill and ted #billie and thea #bill and ted face the music #literally can't get enough of her #i'm probably going to keep making these <3 #her autistic step shuffle and the way she adjusts her neck/shoulders have bewitched me body and soul

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beaft · 6 months

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my BG3 romance endgame is obviously me + karlach forever and ever amen, but i am still going to shamelessly flirt with halsin whenever the opportunity arises. i'm not being unfaithful, i'm just window-shopping. it's fine.

#his enormous arms and gentle nature have bewitched me #what's a little bicep admiration between friends?#meanwhile astarion is in the background doing some katy perry hot n cold 'ohh i hate you so much we should fuck about it' nonsense #dude leave me alone i'm going for a himbo sandwich and you're not part of it #be shh now #bg3

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warmerthanhotcoco · 1 year

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sweet as candy

Tags: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Remus Lupin & You, Lily Evans Potter & You, Remus Lupin & Marlene McKinnon, Gryffindor Reader, detention dates, because Remus Lupin is in detention, First Kiss, confessions (?), '70s Music, Marauders Era (Harry Potter)

Summary: Remus Lupin is sent into detention with Filch for pranking the Slytherins. Except Filch is never really there himself at detention so you slip into the trophy room to lend a hand to a friend. What if said friend becomes something more by the end of the night?

A/N: Had a Remus Lupin-obsession and a "Hooked on a Feeling"-addiction for a while now, damn it feels good to let it all out haha~ Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading xx

The Hall was chaos tonight. So much so it almost sounded less like dinner and more like a bazaar. Young and intelligent Remus Lupin was known across Hogwarts for both his erudition and pretty face. Though he was only one of the many heartthrobs Gryffindor House boasted of, he was famously “the only innocent one from Potter’s lot”. The other fourth years had already agreed among themselves that Lupin will definitely be made Prefect next year.

Naturally, when people found out how McGonagall had dished out detention on the Golden Boy, the rumour mill of Hogwarts ran wild. Even the teachers (rather, especially the teachers) were shell-shocked. How and why Lupin was caught jinxing the Bludger right on the Slytherin’s practice day, they couldn’t fathom.

But you could.

“Honestly, Remus, you’d have saved your neck if you simply told the truth!” Marlene McKinnon shook her mane. “To hell with nobility!”

“The bloody snakes deserved it,” Sirius Black agreed. “You don’t have to be scrubbing bronze with Filch ‘cause of it!”

Remus simply shook his head in response, barely looking up from the book he had his nose buried in. “It’s already over with, Pads. I don’t mind it, really.”

“But this time it’s just you!” Potter whined. “If you’d just let me admit to McGonagall that you did it for a prank of mine, then at least we can both serve detention.”

“Honestly, Jamie. I can handle it alone very well, relax.” He held out his hand across the table to where you sat. You dropped a tart onto his scarred palm. “Thanks. No more arguments on this, guys, I’ll be fine.”

James Potter sniffed, picking at his food. It was true, Remus had been jinxing the Slytherin brooms and the Bludgers to help with a prank James had planned on the wretched rascals of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He had not counted on McGonagall walking past the Quidditch Supply Room on her way to the grounds… finding the door open… and then catching his friend mid-crime. This was not the first time Remus would be serving detention, thanks to his reckless friends. But this would be the first time he served alone.

In short, James was torn. Though really, you couldn’t comprehend what his problem was. The trophy room was always unlocked thanks to Peeves, it wasn’t too hard to slip inside to accompany a lonely friend.

Because that was exactly what you did.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh. Just… going for a walk?” You grinned anxiously.

Lily Evans chuckled. “A walk to the trophy room?” She waved a hand to shut your stutters. “Oh come on, y/l/n, I’m not daft. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“…Oh.”

She stifled a laugh at your surprised expression. “Well run along, Longbottom’s on Prefect patrol today.”

Every Gryffindor knew Frank was the sweetest friend to all: he almost never told on a housemate. Perfect. You waved good night to Lily before dashing out the dorms, tiptoeing out of the common room and striding down the hallways to Filch’s trophy room. You didn’t bother knocking, slowly slipping the door open. Remus was there on the far end of the room, humming to himself as he rubbed a cloth on an ancient cup.

It wasn’t until the door creaked shut that he looked up. “Oh. Y/l/n? I didn’t know you were in detention too?”

“I’m not as stupid as you, Lupin,” you chuckled. “I just… dropped by to check on you.”

“… It’s past curfew.”

“I am aware,” you slid your fingers along a line of medals on the wall. “What’s that song you were singing?”

“Humming,” he corrected with a smile. “Born To Be Wild.”

“Steppenwolf?” You cocked an eyebrow in amusement, Accio-ing over a cloth to start scrubbing the dusty medals. “Didn’t think that would be your taste.”

“It’s less taste and more… meaning,” Lupin shrugged with a mysterious glint in his eyes. “You don’t have to—“

“I just want to help you,” you tossed another cloth at his face to shut him up. He let out a bubbly laugh and caught it before going back to his own work. “Meaning huh… Meh, I still prefer something more dance-able.”

“Dance-able?” Lupin chuckled. “Is that a word?”

“It ought to be so I shall make it one,” you grinned nonchalantly.

“Name a dance-able song that fits Your Excellency’s tastes.”

“Hm... Hooked on a Feeling?”

Lupin turned to you with raised eyebrows, fingers slowly rubbing along the rim of a cup. “Just because it is dance-able? Or…”

“It has meaning to it, I suppose. I’m…”

“Hooked on a feeling,” Lupin bobbed his head to the beat you hummed.

“I’m high on believing…”

“That you’re in love with me.”

“Who knew Pretty Prefect Lupin was a singer,” you smirked. Hearing no laugh in response, you looked up from the cabinet of medals to find the boy silently staring at you. His head was tilted by an inch, like a pondering puppy. His eyes twinkled like he had just discovered something truly interesting and amusing. And he was smiling: that tiny tip of his lips that often signalled he was really liking said discovery. It sent a shiver down your spine, but also pleasantly churned your stomach. This is it, you told yourself. Time you pulled the line Dorcas had been nagging you to use at some point in life. “Like what you see?”

“I very much do.” The smile grew a millimetre wider. Goodness the room was bloody hot—

Click. Creeeeeeak… Snap. The door opening and closing on its own made you jump out of your trance and shoot a hex at whatever terrifying spirit was— “Oh. Potter. Have you not heard of bloody knocking?”

James pulled off his Invisibility Cloak, tucking it away and muttering the counter-hex on the attacked Sirius. “Have you not heard of patience?”

“I’m the best at Defence for a reason,” you stuck out your tongue. “What are you doing here?”

“I do believe that is for us to ask,” Black raised an eyebrow.

“I...” You averted your eyes back to the medals, shutting the cabinet and moving onto the shelf of glass prizes. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here under detention too.”

From the corner of your eyes you could see Lupin paused in his attempt at reaching a high shelf, before casually proceeding. Phew.

“Oooh interesting,” Potter skipped over to you. “What did you do?”

“Encouraging Peeves to hit patrol Prefects with muffins.” That wasn’t a lie: you had done that, just that Prefect Lupin was the one who caught you so you never really got detention. “I suppose you two are here for moral support? Where’s the mouse?”

“Funny you should call him that,” Potter grinned subtly. “Pete fell asleep early.” His voice trailed off when Black tugged on his sleeve. James looked around to meet Remus’s eyes: the Prefect was signalling something to him. Something you didn’t quite understand but… you could surmise well. “Oh, right! The homework, yes, yes, Merlin, I forgot. Do we have to submit it tomorrow, Pads?”

“Yep.”

“We really should go finish it then…”

“I’ll write yours for you, Remy, you wrap this up quick and come get some sleep.” Sirius shot him a wink, mouthing ‘Have fun’ before dragging James outside and shutting the door.

Your eyebrows had reached your hairline by now. “… What on Earth was that about?”

Lupin shrugged, a half-smile on his face. “The not-so-true answer? I reminded them of homework.”

“One that doesn’t exist. In case you forgot, we share the same classes.”

He only grinned wider. “The honest answer? I chased them out.”

“Why?”

Both your dust-lined shelf and his greasy cupboard had long since been abandoned.

“Because it isn’t often that I catch a moment longer than five seconds with you, without half a House or my dear friends to butt in. Even rarer than catching you lying so smoothly.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “If I'd told them I was here to accompany you, they’d announce a wedding by morning.”

“And maybe I wouldn’t mind that.”

Good Godric did you want to wipe that self-satisfied, all-knowing grin off his face. Which you did. Gryffindors weren’t known for avoiding their impulses after all.

The grimy cloth lay on the shelf. There wasn’t much distance to close so it was only a matter of seconds you saw the pleasant surprise blossoming on his face before your lips met his. You waited for a response, which came fast: Remus cupped your face, returning the kiss all earnest and happy. His hair felt soft on your fingers. One hand raked through the golden strands while the other traced the scars across his face — all those jagged lines that only served to make him all the more handsome. He was soft and delicate, a thumb stroking your cheek, kissing so slowly and tenderly that you felt your brain and knees melting. It was nothing passionate, nothing even close to the X-rated literature Dorcas read: it was laced with all the chocolate he ate, and as gentle as the boy himself, as light and soothing as his hold on you. Merlin, he was so sweet.

It took a while for him to pull back, still not letting go of your face. “‘Lips as sweet as candy’ indeed,” he was grinning oh so merrily. “Your stash of Honeydukes jars is paying off.”

“Says the one who literally tastes of chocolate,” you quipped before gulping at how… odd that sounded.

He laughed at the fierce blush that painted your ears. “You spend too much with Dorcas, love. A— I meant— …Sorry.”

Oh, the delightful squirm in your tummy. “No, I like the sound of that.”

“Oh do you now?” He snickered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Good. Though we really should wrap this up, love.”

His grin was contagious. “Well… you’re the one in detention, forced to clean by hand,” you said, pulling out your wand. “I’m not.” With that, you pushed away from him, going about the room waving your wand at the different shelves and cabinets, cups and medals, trophies and awards, Scourgify-ing some and using polishing charms on others. Over ten minutes later, you wiped your brow and turned around, blushing at the way Remus was watching like you had hung the moon. “What?”

“Surely I get to stare as much as I want now,” he walked over.

“I suppose so…”

He placed a chaste peck on your lips and held out his arm. “Come on, before Sirius comes looking for us and Lily has to save us all from McGonagall.”

You laughed and walked out the door, hugging his arm closer when a Prefect passed by. Privilege number one of being a Prefect’s partner: you get to walk around wherever, whenever, as long as it’s with them. You bit your lip, realising you had just called yourself Remus’s partner. Oh well, nothing wrong about it… “Remus.”

The boy’s footsteps stuttered for a bit at the first name. He turned to you, beaming wide. “Yes, love?”

God this was wonderful. “Why do I have a bad feeling Dorcas and James will be exchanging galleons with Sirius next morning?”

“…They definitely betted on this.” And Sirius definitely betted against it being the clingy prick he was, but neither of you needed to say it aloud. Instead, Remus held your arm closer, warily grousing, “Breakfast will be fun.”

#remus lupin #marauders era #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #detention with filch #wingmen marauders #hogwarts fluff #first kiss #love confessions #remus has a beautiful smile #he's a wizard but he bewitches #gryffindor reader #gender-neutral reader #harry potter universe

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missygoesmeow · 2 years

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something something confess your sins idk

full NSFW image HERE

#forgot to post this #le oops #but it was a gift for someone #n/sfw #🔥#cardinal copia #papa iv #sketch #bewitching queue

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sunmisbf · 5 months

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sending abyss a letter that i expect my checks to start coming in like 26,568 minutes of listening to sunmi n that’s on spotify alone that doesn’t include the time i spent watching her videos on youtube 😭

#n trust me when i say i watch the fuck out of her videos #she’s bewitched me mind heart n soul or what’s the saying #.txt

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ev1lmorty · 2 months

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actually i can share 40s-50s rhys hehe (for reference as a witch this is like. the human equivalent of 40s-50s lol hes more like 80-90)

bonus him w his other bestie

#btw yeah this is the oc verse my bewitched morty n librarian rick r for #id change some stuff now ngl but thus is pretty much solid

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planetnini · 7 months

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* BEWITCHED

you seem to be in quite the predicament when you catch feelings for your roommate especially since you just broke things off with your ex. things might take a turn for the better if you play your cards just right, but love isn't easy…

type. multi-part series pairing. gojo satoru x fem!reader tags. roommates au, slowburn, eventual explicit content, swearing, violence, drinking/alcohol consumption, crying….. a named jerk ex boyfriend (hiroto), suguru n ieiri are the cutest friends ever (wingmen), other jjk characters will make appearances, adding specific tags for the chapters!!

— updates when i feel like it

CHAPTERS. ･ﾟ: *

one — maybe i could fix him?

two — newsflash!

three — fairplay

reblogs and comments appreciated !!! if you wanna be tagged in the chapters let me know :)

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bewitchedme-body-and-soul · 9 months

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all sides of you

a/n: this came to me late at night and i had to write it; shout out to @humanalien01 for helping me and supporting my simping. idk how i feel abt the ending tbh :/

summary: a night at josies bar leads to you admitting your thoughts about the devil of hell's kitchen, and a few months later your words come back to haunt you.

word count:2427

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, reader is victim in an attempted mugging & fights back, cursing, reader is called a bitch

Standing around the pool table at Josie's bar with the Nelson and Murdock team, playful banter spewn between the four of you. Each of you taking turns shooting while also trying to make the others mess up. The laughter coming from the four of you carrying throughout the bar, the three deserved this after a hard case, and you being Matt's partner were happily invited. Foggy happily uses you as a means to try to embarrass Matt with silly stories from their college years. You and Karen, doubling over in laughter as Foggy finishes his current story, Matt's cheeks tinted pink. Upon noticing you move closer to him, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek, then resting your head against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your middle.

It's not until Foggy scoffs begrudgingly that your attention and Matts is pulled away to look at what Foggy's upset about. On one of the Tvs hanging around the bar you notice a news story about The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen. Foggy going on a rant about how he thought the man was bad news while you stared at the grainy footage someone caught of the man decked out in all black, as he beat up a group of gang members. You slowly zoned out as you watched how the man in the mask’s body contorted as he flipped and took the bad men out.

“Y/n!” Foggy's voice pulled you out of your daydream, your head snapping to look in his direction, giving him a hum in acknowledgement. “What do you think? What's your opinion on the masked man?” he asks, you know he's hoping you'll take his side.

Your cheeks tint a slight pink at the question, aware of the two pairs of eyes locked on you and Matt's head tilting, obviously also looking forward to your answer. “Um, i don't really have one” you lie, moving to lean over the pool table and shoot one of the balls. Karen's giggle goes in tandem with the clack of the cue ball hitting one of the stripped balls.

“You're lying!” Foggy calls out pointing an accusatory finger at you, “did you know lying is a sin? I can't believe you would do such a thing while dating our good Catholic Matt Murdock” he gasps a hand over his heart like you wounded him deeply with your tiny fib. The smile on Matt’s face tells you he did not care and he finds Foggy's dramatics hilarious.

“Oh no, however will you forgive me, my love?” you gasp dramatically leaning against Matt. “But seriously my opinion on the man in the mask isn't that important.” you say trying to move on.

Karen laughs before speaking “oh, trust me, too foggy it is very important, and honestly now I’m interested cause it's been just me vs foggy about this since Matt tries to stay out of these conversations” after she's done speaking the attention turns back to you. You sigh as Matt moves to take his turn, now seeing you have no way out of this conversation.

“I don't know, I don't think he has bad intentions or anything” you shrug before continuing “He’s also kinda hot” you say the second part quieter. The other three members of your party all have varying reactions, Karen laughing, Matt giving an awkward chuckle, and Foggy with his over the top dramatics acting as if you’ve insulted his mother. You watch Matt out of the corner of your eye worrying you may have upset him, you’d only been dating a month and a half, the relationship still new, you're still learning things about the other. What if you hurt him?

Foggy's voice pulls you out of your anxiety fueled downward spiral. “I can't believe you would do this to me” he speaks with a voice obviously trying to make you feel bad for not agreeing with him. He puts his head in his hand as he begins to fake cry. You and Karen look at each other before you both double over laughing, Matt joining in as Foggy's fake cries ramp up at your laughing.

You spend another few hours at Josies before you all decide to part ways, you going home with Matt after deciding to spend the night. Once you're in his apartment your anxiety returns from the prior conversation. You both make your way to his bedroom and change into clothes you can sleep in. It's only when you're both in bed, your head on his chest as he rubs your back, that you decide to broach the subject. “Hey Matty, can I ask you a question?” he hums in response. “Earlier at Josies, did I upset you?” you question, heart rate picking up slightly.

Matt feels your heart rate pick up so he quickly leans forward to kiss your forehead before he smiles at you with a soft chuckle, “no, not at all, I trust you, it’s no different than the people who have a crush on the avengers.” you sigh at his words. Anxiety subsiding, you know Matt well enough he wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. You nestle closer to him before grabbing his other hand and kissing his knuckles, ignoring the cracks and healed over abrasions. “Besides, I know I’m your favorite” he says and you don't need to look at him to know he's wearing that cocky grin of his.

You roll your eyes at him “i suppose” You tease him, no matter who came to you and professed their love, you knew you’d always choose Matt. You feel his chest vibrate under your cheek as he laughs. Eventually the two of you fall asleep in eachothers arms.

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A month passes and you forget the aforementioned conversation ever happened. So many things happening that small moments get buried and forgotten about so easily. It's not till you're walking home one night that the conversation gets catapulted back to the forefront of your mind.

On your way home from a girl date with Karen you get yanked into an alley and thrown against one of the brick walls of a building. The bricks sharp and your head immediately begins to throb as your head smacks against it. A hand goes over your mouth and fight or flight takes over as you feel your heart rate pick up and the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. You struggle before biting down with all your might on the hand, the taste of copper coats your tongue. The man who grabbed you yanks his hand back and you spit the blood out onto his face before screaming, hoping you’d be lucky enough for someone to be close enough to hear you. You knew basic self defense but you’d rather be safe and hope someone would at least call emergency services.

“You bitch” the man yells before slapping you across the face. You bring your knee up in an attempt to connect it with his groin. His hand shoots down, your knee still connects but not with as much force as you hoped. As you attempt to shove him off you hear a thud to the side of you and you can only hope that it’s some good samaritan here to save you. It's only a few seconds later your attacker is yanked off of you and thrown to the ground.

You watch with bated breath as the man in the mask repeatedly punches the guy in the face and head. Once he finishes he makes his way over to you, you can hear him speaking to you, asking if you're alright, but you're distracted by the shape of his jaw and the way his lips move. A sense of familiarity washes over you and you're unsure as to why.

“I’m fine, thank you, I just need to get home.” You quickly rush out before speed walking away. Wanting to be in the safety of yours and Matt's home as quickly as possible, and wanting to scrub your mouth to rid it of the copper taste. A part of you hoping Matt is home so you can just crash into his arms and sleep.

You arrive home to an empty apartment, the billboard on the building across the alley lighting up the living room. You drop your jacket and bag on the counter before moving to the bathroom and brushing your teeth for far longer than the usual two minutes. Afterwards moving to your shared bedroom and changing into the clothes you'd be sleeping in.

As you're changing you spot a picture of you and Matt on top of your dresser. You pause, taking a moment to admire your partner, that's when it hits you. The sense of familiarity, why the bottom half of the devil of hell's kitchen face looked so familiar. You'd kissed those lips hundreds of times, it's no wonder your body recognized them. Everything begins falling into place in your head, like placing the last puzzle pieces in a puzzle and seeing the finale picture.

Matt's injuries always lined up with when you'd see the man in the mask on the new fighting bad guys. How a part of you always believed there was more to the story than him just falling or whatever excuse he’d give you. He was always so careful, far too careful to just take a tumble as often as he’d tell everyone. You never called him out cause even if a part of you believed he was lying you trusted him enough that you never questioned. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Matt's voice calling out for you.

“In the bedroom!” you call back, wondering if he’ll tell you or if you'd have to call him out and question him. You hear him approach and turn to look at him, he looks relatively unharmed, ‘that's good’ you think. “Hey baby.” you can't help the small smile that graces your features, he moves closer to where your voice came from, reaching a hand out towards you. Once he reaches you he wraps his arms around you pressing a kiss against the top of your head. You hear and feel him take a deep breath, you wouldn't be surprised if he was also a little shaken up, he’d just saved his partner from being mugged, you wouldn’t blame him if he was. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you decide you can't take it anymore.

“Baby?” you begin, he hums in response. You take a deep breath before you continue, turning in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. “When were you gonna tell me?” you question, you figure it's best to just rip the bandaid off.

“Tell you what sweetheart?” he questions tilting his head, eyebrows furrowing. He looked like a puppy, confused by the trick its owner is trying to teach it. You understand why he’d try and play this off but you also wish he’d just be honest. Your face morphs into a deadpan expression.

“Matty, seriously, you know what I’m talking about.” You cross your arms over your chest. “When were you going to tell me youre daredevil?” you question. He huffs out a small laugh.

“What? Honey what are you talking about? I’m not the daredevil.” he lies through his teeth.

“I know you can’t see my face but just know it's a look of disappointment cause you should really be better at lying if you're gonna be a vigilante.” you speak before moving just out of matts reach. Deciding he could touch you again when he confessed. A defeated sigh leaves him, you assume he's come to the conclusion that there’s no way of getting out of this without being honest.

“I don't know, honestly.” he begins “I always wanted to tell you, I hated lying to you, especially after seeing how worried you’d get.” he takes his glasses off sitting them on your dresser. “I was waiting for the right moment I guess. I was worried how you’d react, I didn’t want to lose you.” he finishes looking in your direction. He looks like a puppy that just got scolded and was trying to look cute to get out of punishment.

“First of all, low blow, you know your puppy eyes work way too well on me” you speak trying not to giggle. “Second, Matt I’m literally so in love with you, it’d take a lot more than you running around at night in a mask beating up criminals to lose me.” Now the laugh escapes you, a smile making its way to his face as well at your laugh. He moves closer to you again, hands landing on your waist, before he leans in to kiss you.

“You handled this a lot better than Foggy did,” he laughs. “Also, if you were wondering, yes, i am actually blind”

“I wasn’t, but good to know.” you laugh “and to be fair, foggy did hate your alter ego.” you lean up to kiss his cheek, “lets go to bed baby” you whisper before crawling into your shared bed as he moves to change into pajamas. Once he joins you in the bed you snuggle into his arms, resting your head over his heart. Thinking over everything as you trace shapes against his chest, it’s then you sit up quickly realizing something. “You little shit!” you yell with a laugh as you playfully hit him in the chest.

“What? What’d I do?” he asks shock and confusion taking his features

“A few months ago, at Josies with Foggy and Karen” you begin, you can tell by the look his face morphs to that he's beginning to understand. His cocky smile finding his face again. “I confessed that I thought the daredevil was hot and you just let me?” you ask incredulously “no wonder you were so unphased by it” you playfully shove his shoulder

“Would it help if I said I found it very flattering that you did?” he laughed “but seriously, that was when I started seriously thinking about telling you. It made me feel a little bit better about it.” he speaks, moving his hand to rub against your knee.

“Maybe, it does a little,” you confess. “You're still a little shit though.” you laugh moving to kiss him. “My little shit though” you whisper. The rest of the night is spent full of soft touches and laughter as the two of you bask in your love of the other.

#they have bewitched me #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x original character #matt murdock x oc

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laroserie · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖥻 yandere incubus

— character : yandere!incubus oc ( not named yet )

— content : x gender neutral reader , bullets points fic , yandere , unhealthy / toxic behavior , suggestive , incubus force himself on reader ( not in a sexual way )

— authors note : plan on writing somes kind of drabbles about him, i like this character :), but for the moments accept this fic ? ( i dont know how to name it. )

⦁ yandere!incubus how just stumble into you in school or at the supermarket, he see you and decide that he found his dinner, he will follow you home like he do for all his preys, its nothings out of the usual for him.

⦁ he just follow people he found somewhat attractive to their house and then go about his day, until it noon, only then will he go to their house and decide to feed himself

⦁ so he just do like usual for you, he doesn't think much of it, he enter your bedroom thought the window, silly human forgot to close it properly ( and even if you did, he could get inside, incubus are demons after all ), and once he make sure he get right to business.

⦁ he climb on top of your sleeping body, and start intruding your dreams, taking of course someone else appearance, someone you like or just find pretty and couldn't mind doing indecent activities.

⦁ as he finish feeding himself, something click inside of him, he feel weird. a bit disturbed ? he can't quite put the finger on it but it felt weird. an enticing kind of weird. it make the demon want for more, more of it, more of you.

⦁ and then he find himself coming back a second, third, fourth time, and suddenly he come to you every-night, the incubus doesn't need to feed himself every days, so some nights he just stare at your sleeping form, all cuddled up in your blanket as you sleep peacefully not aware of the demon being in the same room as you

⦁ at first it out of curiosity, how can an human, such an inferior being make him feel like this, but suddenly the curiosity transform into interest, which become love to finally be obsession.

⦁ the incubus want more than just seeing you at night so he start stalking you in your every days life, he learn your schedule, he may even go as far as going to the same school or try to get hired at your work-place ( and if the 'regular' way doesn't work, he will just use his power, remember darling, he is an demon ), he will befriend you, try to become your 'best-friend'. he often make suggestive jokes, or comments, always trying to fluster you, he sometime out right propose you to have 'fun' together. ( just to be rejected , by you thinking he was once again joking )

⦁ now that he is your friend he doesn't have to stalk you as much as he used to do ! he insist on walking you home, going to the grocery store together ect ... ( he will still stand watching you sleep in your bedroom though )

⦁ and at some point, he just can't support having to change himself, having to take the appearance of someone else. after all how could you love someone that isn't him ? after all, if he is so obsessed by you why aren't you with him, its not fair right darling ?

⦁ so he decided that the best thing to do was to take out the competition, your cute classmate that helped you on your science homework ? he felt down the stairs in his house and broke his neck ! your work colleague that you always found attractive ? he killed himself after a series of unlucky events ! he even go as far as taking out anyone you found remotely attractive ( make sense as to why the gas station near your house keep having new cashiers ), and how did he know about all those persons ? well silly, you tell him everything about your love life, after all isn't he your closest friend ?

⦁ soon enough, the demon doesn't have to shapeshift into some else to feed himself

⦁ – oh beloved you finally realised i'm who you truly want ? ♡

⦁ after that point on, be ready for him to confess his love for you at any moment.

⦁ the incubus could most likely do it in the following week, he can't contain himself any longer ! do you know how much you made him wait ?

⦁ he will confess in a classic way, ask you to join him at a restaurant and tell you that he hold very strong feelings toward you

⦁ you of course accept, after all why not ? he is attractive, fun and kind toward you ( if you forget his habits of teasing you and making not so appropriate jokes )

⦁ from that point on you are dammed. you cannot get rid of him ever, he will be even more clingy.

⦁ and worst, he will be openly possessive and jealous, before it could be limited to some comments, now its full on lectures about why its wrong to smile to the cashier, to help your classmate on their work, to make a cup of coffee for a work colleague.

⦁ adding to that the fact that you won't be able to leave him, he is a demon, an incubus, he know how to use his charm and words to guilt trip you into thinking that yes, you are the bad guy, you are in the wrong, you should feel bad for what you did.

⦁ after all your boyfriend is just looking out for you ! what if they misunderstood your kindness for flirting and tried to put their dirty hands on you !

⦁ outside of that, he could probably tell you about his non-human nature soon after starting officially dating ( for him you starting unofficially dating the third time he came feed himself on you ), he feel the need to tell you the truth and what could go wrong right ?

⦁ well if you don't believe him, he will show you his wings and others demonic characteristics.

⦁ if you decide that it's too much and try to break up with him, no you can't. he will try to persuade you to stay with him and if that do not work he will resort to more extreme ways. drug you and tie you up in his basement is not off limit but don't worry he will take good care of you ! the incubus will make sure you have silky ribbons to tie your hands and ankles when he isn't home, when he is you will be free to walk around his basement, sorry darling the rest of the house is off limit but look ! all of your favourites books, dvds, games, music are here. you won't get bored that quickly ! oh also the entire basement is soundproof and babyproof so good luck trying to hurt yourself or get the outside attention

⦁ if you decide to stay with him his 'affection' will only growth, he will only be more possessive, jealous ... overall crazy about you ! and you soon will end up in the same position as if you decided to broke up with you. overall he can't let anyone steal you away, you are so much safer in his basement ! hided from the outside world !

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