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[another-lost-mc]

Not going to talk spoilers just yet but I'm hesitantly excited yet very skeptical about L48.

[messylustt]

Hii 👉🏻👈🏻 Could you write an Ethan Landry fic where he tries anything too woo the Reader and get together with her even though she has already a boyfriend. Hope you have an amazing day! 🩵

FRIEND-ZONED roommate!ethan landry

he would hate the readers boyfriend so much, but then the reader would like smile at him and his scowl would be gone

contains: protective ethan; ethan lusting over taken reader

step one step two

“HEY! HOPE YOU DON’T MIND, TOBY IS COMING OVER A LITTLE LATER.” You said as you finished eating your breakfast.

You lived in a dorm with Chad and Ethan. There was a mix up, you were meant to be rooming with some other girl. But you gradually didn’t mind being around the boys, and neither did they mind being around you.

Especially Ethan. Once the first week of you living with them past, Ethan became nearly infatuated. Your joyous personality and bright smiles made Ethan days all the more better.

Chad brushed it off as just a fleeting crush since you were a girl staying in their dorm room. Plus Ethan didn’t exactly get much action. But Ethan gradually grew to realise that it was certainly not fleeting. He liked you, but then he found out about your boyfriend, Toby.

He was unimpressed the first time he came over. You had triple checked with Chad and Ethan that it was okay. Chad of course said yes, while Ethan did also, but he certainly wished he could have said no.

Like a normal boyfriend, Toby would visit. You’d usually just stay in your room majority of the time. And Ethan tried not to listen in, or call for you to help him with something when his jaw tightened too much at the thought of what you were doing in there.

Ethan knew he had no right to feel jealous. Toby was your boyfriend, and he was just your roomie. You had announced him as your friend, which of course felt good, but then he’d catch you introducing Toby to others. ‘This is my boyfriend..’

“Of course!” Called back Chad from his room. “Bring him ‘round, I’ve got this new game I wanna try out.”

Ethan walked into the kitchen, seeing you sitting on a stool, wearing a large top…and nothing else. Of course you weren’t like flashing him or anything, but the effect of your bare legs did all the same.

"Morning, Ethan." You smiled. Ethan easily reciprocated it, loving the way your eyes lit up.

Later that day, when lessons and study had finished, you and the boys settled on the couch. You plopped down beside Ethan, who placed his arm around the back. Close enough without meaning anything more.

"Chad maybe don't hit it, and it might start working." You chuckle, watching as Chad got pissed at the tv. Ethan watched you as you grinned. You looked so pretty.

"Did you style your hair?" Ethan asked, suddenly noticing the way it fell differently today.

You turned your attention to him, touching your hair. "Yeah. I wanted to try out something different."

"It suits you." Ethan smiled, and yours widened.

"Thank you."

"Alright, I give up. y/n, fix it." Chad said, glaring at the tv.

You scoff. "I'm no more 'techy' then you." You cross your arms.

Ethan absentmindedly picks some lint off your sleeve, shifting slightly closer to do that. You turn back to Ethan. "Wait." You say, making Ethan meet your gaze.

You leaned slightly closer, and Ethan could smell your strawberry shampoo. "Hold still." You raised your hand to his hair.

A tiny spider had found its way into his curls. Your breath hits Ethan's face as you focused, picking the spider out. You catch Ethan's confused gaze. "Sorry, there was a spider."

"A spider?!" Chad exclaimed, eyeing you.

"A tiny one. No need to freak out." You scoffed as Chad slightly shuffled away. You teasingly brought the spider closer to Chad you backed up, before placing it on the couch.

Ethan grabbed your wrist pulling your hand back to his hair. "Are you sure thats the only one? What if I have a family growing in my hair?" Ethan just wanted to feel your hand again.

You chuckle and sink your hand back into his curls. You shift closer, tilting his face. You had one hand on his chin, directing his head where you wanted. Ethan tried to hold back a smile, but feeling you touching his face and hair, while your body stayed close, made a grin form.

You drop your hand, slightly knocking his head away. "Don't worry, you don't have a spider family living rent free."

Ethan still had that giddy smile present. "Are you sure? We live in the same dorm. What if some of its babies crawl into your bed?"

You hit his shoulder. "I could have left that spider in there."

"You wouldn't have." Ethan let his arm drop around your shoulder. "Your just too sweet."

You scoff. "You say that like it's a fault." Your brows cutely furrowed as Ethan's gaze darted. That's when a knock resounded on the door. You quickly stood, to Ethan's disappointment. He refrained from grabbing your leaving form, because he knew exactly who was at the door.

You shot Toby a smile once the door was open, and he gave you a hug. Chad was busy setting up the controllers for the game, and Ethan was busy watching you both. His jaw tightened, as he watched Toby peck your lips.

Toby then spotted Ethan. "Hey, man." He darted his gaze to Chad. "Oo, new game?" Toby rushed over, taking your previous seat.

Chad then went to explain what this new game entailed as your boyfriend became invested. "God, the minute he's through the door, your taking him from me, Chad."

You rested your elbows against the back of the couch, right behind Toby. Chad just sneakily grinned as you narrowed your eyes.

Ethan shifted his gaze from the game to you. Your hands were rested against Toby's shoulders as Chad and him began the game.

Ethan couldn't help but poke your side gently, earning you to glance at him. He narrowed his eyes on the hands that had been touching him earlier, now touching your boyfriend.

Ethan tilted his head, asking you to sit beside him. You ruffled your boyfriend's hair, before jumping over the couch to sit beside Ethan. Ethan tried not to scowl at the fact that you had touched Toby's hair and not his. But his smile soon returned when he heard you whisper in his ear.

"Who do you think's gonna be more of a sore loser?" You asked in reference to Toby and Chad. Ethan leaned closer to whisper in your ear, placing his hand behind your back. "My bet's on your boyfriend."

You scoff. "That's just because you don't like him very much."

Ethan turned his head, so that he was facing you. You were close and Ethan hated the way his breath hitched. "Why do you think that?"

You raise your brows. "I've never seen you smile at him once. And you always smile at people you like."

"Do I?" You noticed that?—Ethan thought to himself.

You nod. "Do you have some secret beef with him or something?"

Yes. "No."

You narrowed your eyes. "Yes, you do." Your gaze darted between his eyes and Ethan tried not lean in. Your boyfriend was right there—hellbent way too busy, but still there. "What—he steal your lunch, or something?"

Ethan rolled his eyes. "No, he's just not my type of guy."

"He's literally so similar to Chad."

Yeah, with the games, the frat vibes and loud personality. "Then, you should have dated Chad."

"Ew no." You shake your head. "I mean he's cute, but like very much a friend."

Cute? Did you find all your friends "cute"? More specifically, him? Would you say "ew, no" about him too?

"Well, then let's say your boyfriend wasn't in the picture..."

"Is this a dare or something? To see if I really like Toby?" Your eyes widened. "No—or did Toby put you up to this?"

"No, fuck!" Exclaimed Chad, most likely having either died or went off track.

"Toby? No." Ethan scoffed.

"Then what's got you all weird?" You still spoke so sweetly. Ethan hadn't moved his hand from behind your back, maybe even slid it further around you.

"Humour me. Besides Toby, I don't know the sorta guys you like."

You tilted your head, a small realisation—you thought was true—hitting you. "Oh my god. Do you like someone? Are you trying to see what girls like?"

Yes, Ethan thought to himself, I do like someone. Someone I can't have. You quickly grabbed Ethan's hand, and drag him into the slightly hidden kitchen.

You looked giddy, excited for Ethan. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm happy to help."

Ethan wished you were happy to help him get what he wanted. Still, Ethan went along with this small lie. It had gotten him alone in the kitchen with you.

"I don't know why I didn't. I just..." Ethan shrugged.

"Okay, well, who is she?"

Ethan shook his head. "I can't tell you. If she rejects me, I'll be embarrassed."

"Fine." You say, leaning against the counter. "But different girls like different things."

Ethan nods, stepping closer. "Well, whats a general thing that'll "woo" any girl."

You stayed silent, thinking. Chad and Toby's cries of anger and annoyance could be heard from the lounge, but Ethan was entirely focused on you.

"Attention." You nod. "Anyone loves when someone gives them attention. It also means that she'll most likely notice you more."

Ethan moved slightly closer, resting his own hip against the counter. "So, if I just smiled at her and stuff?"

"That, and maybe if there's a project, ask her to be apart of it. That shows her you want her company too."

Ethan nods, paying close attention to the way your lips moved. "And if she still doesn't notice you. Talk to her, ask her out."

"What if she has boyfriend?" The words slip out extremely fast, and Ethan curses himself for being possibly obvious.

"Oh." You say, slightly deflating. "Then, there's not much you can do, I'm afraid."

"Really? Nothing?"

"I mean," you sigh. "You could still talk to her and get to know her. But if she's a good girlfriend you'll know you've been friend-zoned."

And that's exactly what Ethan knew. You had friend-zoned him straight way, leaving him to just pine after you. "Is there anyway to get out of the friend-zone?"

"If she has a boyfriend, it's hard."

"But possible?" Ethan now stood directly in front of you, trying his best to not lean down and kiss you.

"If I'm being honest. You should just talk to her and try. No harm in getting shut down. You can easily tell if she isn't happy in the relationship. And if she isn't, then of course wait till they've broken up, but their's hope for you." Your trying to be supportive, knowing Ethan can be very shy around girls.

"So, if I just told her how I felt. She might shut me down or..." Ethan lets you fill in. What is he looking for to show him that he has a chance?

"Or stay silent. For a while." You say. "It means she actually had to think about it, or get rid of the butterflies in her stomach."

Noted, Ethan thought.

Soon, Toby had lost the game, agitatedly walking into the kitchen. He reached you, pulling you to his lips. You pushed away from his sloppy kiss, tasting the alcohol on his tongue. "Toby, I'm not kissing you while your tipsy."

Toby scowl but leans back. He finally noticed Ethan, who stared at him with a clench to his jaw. Toby had grown to realise Ethan's little crush on you, you stayed oblivious, but Toby had noticed the lingering glances shot your way.

Chad and him had a few drinks while playing, resulting in him being a bit more brazen than usual. Toby gripped your waist a fraction tighter, keeping you close to him, as Ethan's gaze shot toward the action.

Toby went to kiss you again, this one oozing with possessiveness. "Toby." You say, placing your hands on his chest, growing embarrasses by the PDA in front of your friend. "Not here."

"Then why don't you come back to my place?" He grinned.

"Not while you're drunk." You say pointedly, slightly freeing yourself from is hold. When you step back, Toby tries to grab you again, but Ethan gets there first, pulling you to him, while keeping his gaze on the your tipsy boyfriend.

Ethan had tugged on your shirt, until your back hit his chest, making you sightly jolt. "Your drunk, just go home and sober up."

Toby glares at Ethan. "Why are you touching my girl?"

"Okay, Toby, how many drinks did Chad give you?" You ask stepping away from Ethan as you usher Toby to the door.

My girl. Toby's words circled Ethan's head. He hated them because they were somewhat true, you were his girlfriend, but by all means not his.

When you all reached the door, you opening it for Toby. "Head straight home. Don't do something stupid." You said, hoping your boyfriend wasn't too drunk to walk home.

"Come on, y/n. Just come stay at mine, you can bring all your uni shit with you."

Before you could answer Toby, Ethan spoke. "She's fine."

"Really, Toby. Just head home, and I'l call you, alright?" You kept your tone light, a strange tension filling the room.

"Y/n, just come." Toby goes to pull you through the door, when Ethan wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush to his side. "She said go home, Toby." And before Toby could speak Ethan shut the door in his face.

"Maybe that was a bit harsh." You say to Ethan, before calling through the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Toby!"

Ethan kept his arm around your shoulder, even when you glanced up at him. You scoff seeing his expression. "I knew you didn't like him, like a lot."

Ethan rolls his eyes, and finally lets you go. Maybe he’d have to execute the plan you had laid out for him on a silver platter.

this may need a part two if I find the time

kisses, holly

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[mundoperla]

Hello iz me, I thought of another request sorry sdvhf- Some killers reactions to finding a gn survivor in the middle of a trial asleep? Just passed the fuck out in the back seat of a truck in the cornfield map- Or asleep in a locker or the corner of a room, waiting for a teammate to come back, something like that

(No established relationships, for both of the requests I sent!… yet) 👀

If you could include Frank again because..👉🏻👈🏻, but aside from that, any other killers you want to write hcs for! :D Thank you again!

i see frank? i fold like a samsung galaxy z flip 4

𝘿𝘽𝘿 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡

u see the title babes G/N reader x Killers🤭

— killer(s) included;; frank morrison & danny johnson bc i had no clue who else to add🧍‍♂️

‼️tw(s);; none!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

✿.｡༅ He was confused to say the least. Had survivors tried hiding inside and under the cars before? absolutely, but he had never encountered one sleeping in one.

✿.｡༅ What is he even supposed to do in this situation??? He could drag you out by your ankles and toss you onto a hook, easy kill, but you looked so peaceful.

✿.｡༅ Frank doesn’t blame you for deciding to pass out during the trial, he gets exhausted during them and after too.

✿.｡༅ He’s a killer not a monster 🙄

✿.｡༅ Ultimately you’re left alone, he’d feel guilty waking you up, he doubts the anxious pre-trial periods don’t help much with relaxation either. Coldwind farm wasn’t any better — but at least there were some spots that you could lay your head for a minute.

✿.｡༅Frank will make sure not to make any noise around the car you’re in as to not disturb you, he’ll kill one of your friends far away or steer chases away from the vehicle.

✿.｡༅ Internally he worries if the car is too hot in there for you, it was a very warm and sunny setting you guys were in so of course he was anxious that you’d overheat in there.

 ✿.｡༅ Despite his worries, you were still peacefully sleeping.

✿.｡༅ If you’re lucky he might sit near the truck you’re resting in while the match continues, he’ll wait for you to get up so he can take you to an exit.

✿.｡༅ You can give him hell about him actually being ‘soft’ & he’ll threaten to yank you out of the vehicle next time he finds you and then toss you on the rustiest hook he can find, but he never does.

• • •

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

✿.｡༅ Oh hey

✿.｡༅ Danny finds you sleeping in one of the old houses in Haddonfield, he was looking for someone else but you were a much more pleasant surprise!

✿.｡༅ Unfortunately unlike Frank, he’s yanking you up and throwing you on a hook😪

✿.｡༅ He’ll catch you again in another house sleeping after he gets rid of the rest of your team, he’s confused now.

✿.｡༅ You’re quite literally in a life or death situation yet you’re choosing to sleep?? Surely you’d want to leave just like everyone else, so why were you just clocking out???

✿.｡༅ Of course he’s thinking of killing you right here, but this time he decides to let you have some peace before he kills you.

✿.｡༅ What does he do instead? Lay down on the floor next to you! He could’ve just went to the next room over and lay on the mattress but he wanted to still be as close to you as possible.

✿.｡༅ You’re unable to see because of the mask, but he’s looking at you from the side. He sees how you manage to keep yourself together before the games even begin and now he sees you relaxing once you’ve been thrown into one.

✿.｡༅ Thats pretty damn cool to him, he’s slaughtered your friends countless times but you were still somehow calm.

✿.｡༅ Maybe he’ll let you sleep some more, hatch is right downstairs so he’ll let you leave this time.

• • •

WEEWOOOWEEEWOOOOWEEEEWOOO

[brokebonewritings]

can you do one where reader hasn’t ever dated anyone, or gone on a date and kissed anyone before bc of anxiety and being shy, and somehow you’re friends with matt and the gang (maybe from law school? idk) and foggy and karen keep telling you matt likes you but you don’t believe it until he tells you himself, and then you’re at a loss for how to proceed since you have 0 experience 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

My friend. Anything for you, especially since you’re my first request in a long time! So thank you so much! Hope you enjoy this little story 🤍

Sincerely, Anxiety.

Matt Murdock x reader

Tags/ Warning: Pure Cane Fluff

Word Count: 2.1K

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You sat quietly at the cafe booth you currently resided in. Waiting. Currently you’re waiting for your friends as they slowly filtered into the coffee shop. Karen joins you as she gets her coffee, the both of you catching up from the weekend. Foggy and Matt join 15 minutes later. 

The lot of you sit around the table and talk about the previous week. Cases you are all working on, your families, dates. Not that you have been on any date. Your social anxiety was far too bad to do any of that. 

“Okay, well we have to know.” Karen says. “Are you and Marci getting back together?” This was directed towards Foggy. His cheeks caught a tint of pink before he cleared his throat.

“I mean, I don’t know. It was just a date.” He replied.

You turn and give Karen a side eyed look before smiling. “So is there another date?” 

“You guys suck you know that?” Foggy mutters. “Yeah, we’re planning a second date.”

Matt lets out a small chuckle next to you, as you shake your head and take a sip of coffee. You stare at the way his eyes crinkle out of the side of his glasses. It makes your stomach fill with butterflies. Focusing on your cup a little too intensely, you realize Foggy had been calling your name after a few minutes.

“Huh?” You look up from the cup “What happened?”

“Karen asked how your date went?” Foggy replied. Out of the corner of your eye you see Matt tense a bit. Karen noticed as well as Foggy. You sat in silence for a moment.

“I didn’t go.” You said quietly.

“What?” Matt said abruptly. 

“Yeah, what?” Karen cleared her throat, in confusion.

“I just,” You start, rubbing the back of your neck. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew it would turn out bad.”

Now it was Foggy and Karen’s turn to look at each other in a knowing way. The dating conversation was dropped and everyone continued to finish their coffee. Once you are all determined to be done for the day you all part ways.

It was nice to see your friends almost daily. It helped that you all worked closely together. Karen, Matt and Foggy shared an office, and you worked right up the street in a PI office. 

What wasn’t nice was torturing yourself by seeing Matt almost daily. Your hands were always clammy when you were near him. Heart beating slightly faster whenever you accidentally brush your hands. You really had it bad for Matt, and could you blame yourself? Yes, you always did blame yourself.

You and Karen walk through Central Park on a leisurely stroll. It wasn’t too often that the both of you got to hang out, so when it did happen it was nice. You both giggle as you make fun of Foggy and Matt the previous night at Josies. They had been arguing over what had happened on a particular night in college.

“What a great day for a picnic! This was a great idea!.” Karen exclaimed. 

“Right? I’m glad you were able to come.” You smile warmly at her. “Especially without the boys.”

Stopping on the top of a small hill, you both begin setting up for your little lunch. It really was a nice day out. It was cloudy and the park wasn’t packed for once. The small basket was quaint, but nothing too fancy.

“You said you needed to talk to me about something?” You asked after a moment. The both of you continue setting out small plates and cups. She looks up for a moment, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat.

“Right…” She starts. “It’s about the other day at the coffee shop. Foggy and I noticed that Matt looked surprised when I mentioned the date.”

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Did you tell him about the date?” She asks curiously. No. The answer was that simple. You didn’t know how to speak to Matt like a regular person. A big part of that was because you liked him. Another part was that you were too shy around him, and why would he be interested in someone that can’t even speak up at a bar.

“I didn’t think he would react the way he did.” You finally respond. Karen’s lips flattened, obviously she disapproved of your answer. You decide to ignore the look on her face as you pour the both of you a cup of lemonade.

“You know he likes you right?” Her comment makes you spill a little juice on the blanket. “Wait… did you not know?”

“Did I not know?!” You choke out. The reaction coming out of you was actually laughable. Honestly, how could you have known. The man likes to keep secrets, you knew he was good at it too. “He can’t possibly like me. I’m definitely not his type.”

“He’s got it bad for you, y/n.” She says. “Maybe you should just shoot your shot.”

“I don’t think he does though.” You admit quietly. “Even if he did the what if he rejects me?”

“He won’t.” She takes the small sandwiches out of the basket before putting one on a plate for you. “He talks about you constantly, and you know he doesn’t date anyone?”

“He doesn’t?” You take the plate and hand her a small bowl of salad in return. “Not even his infamous one night stands?”

Karen shakes her head and knits her eyebrows together. “He hasn’t spoke about that in a long time actually. Point is, he’s confided in Foggy about being smitten by you.”

The red tint on your cheeks didn’t hide the fact that you felt the same way. You very much were smitten by him too. However there was one thing that was holding you back. Your anxiety. How could possibly tell Matt that you felt the same way.

“Wait, why are you telling me this?” You ask, and she snorts in response.

“Are you kidding me? Foggy and I are kind of tired of the both of you dancing around each other.”

“You mean to tell me, that Mr. Confidence is anxious about telling me he likes me?”

She nods in response as she eats her salad. You focus on your own food for a moment before speaking up.

“I’ve actually never been on a date before.” You begin. “And I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Karen’s head flies up as she stares at you with wide eyes. “No way!”

You blush and nod. It really was never your fault. Your people skills in High School were very limited. Even after you entered college they were limited. Working as a private investigator helped a little but not a lot.

“I don’t even know where to begin in asking someone out.” You admit.

She considers the statement for a moment. “Then maybe we should come up with a plan.”

The smirk on her face says it all. For the rest of the picnic the both of you devise a scheme to tell Matt how you feel and a way to ask him on a proper date.

The week had come and gone in a flash. You all gather at Josies for your Friday night rituals. Same Table, Same Drinks, and Same People. Karen quickly takes a seat next to Foggy, which leaves you to sit next to Matt. You set your drink down before sliding into the chair. Matt looks over and smiles at you.

“Hey.” He says softly.

“Hi Matt.” You reply in the same tone. A blush slowly rises from your neck. The smile he gives you makes the butterflies that were in your stomach migrate to your chest. The warmth of his body sitting next to yours was comforting.

Throughout the night, everyone laughed and drank the woes of the work week away. Liquid confidence crawls through your vein, and once you have gotten enough of it you look at Karen and nod at her.

“Oh hey Matt! Y/n had something at their apartment for you!” Karen says abruptly changing the current topic. He raises an eyebrow before turning to face you.

“What would that be?” He asks curiously.

“Oh. Well, just a late Easter gift.” You stutter. “You’re still catholic right?”

Matt lets out a loud laugh which makes you smile. ‘Take a breath’ you tell yourself.

“Yeah, I guess I am still Catholic.” He replies. “Why don’t we go now. It’s getting a bit late.”

You nod, and give Karen and Foggy a smile. Of course in good Nelson manner, the other man gives you a thumbs up. Karen winks and mouths a quick ‘Good Luck’ before you and Matt stand and make your way out of the bar.

It's crisp outside. Not enough to need a jacket, but you could tell that summer was quickly turning into autumn. You both walk mostly in silence, besides the little jokes you both made to each other. It was crazy to think that the pining was mutual between you two. Outsiders could look and think you were already in a comfortable relationship. 

Once you arrive at your apartment, you open the door and allow the both of you to enter. Setting your stuff on your counter, you offer Matt a glass of water. Happily he takes it and sit at your kitchen table.

“Wait right here a moment.” You say before disappearing into your room. Closing the door behind yourself, you lean against and take a big breath. Like you had been holding it in for ages.

You walk over to your small desk and retrieve the gift you had actually bought the day before. It was a small little box with a letter inside. Written in braille of course. Underneath the letter was a ticket to a candlelight orchestra.

Taking another deep breath, you step out from your room and head straight for Matt. He is waiting patiently in the same place he was before.

“Happy Easter, Matty.” You say quietly before handing him the small box. He grins as he takes it, opening it slowly.

His fingers gracefully take the letter out of the box before he sets it on the table.

“Braille?” He cocks an eyebrow. You nod.

“I wrote it myself.” A small smile forms on your face. Turns out learning how to read braille was hard. You had started it as a hobby a few years prior, and it finally came in handy.

Setting the paper on the table. His fingers glide over the page. You can see the smile growing on his face. Once he finishes reading your note, he turns his head in your direction. Anticipating his answer you forget to breathe.

“You like me?” He says shakily.

“Yeah, Matt. I really do.” You say with the rest of your breath.

His hand stretches out towards you and you grab his in return. You were shaking from the anxiety building up. He chuckles lightly when he feels the small tremors.

“And you want to go on a date with me?” You nod after his question.

“Only if you want to.” You let out.

“Of course I want to.” He says. “I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

“You did?” The realization was settling on your face. Karen had been telling the truth after all.

“Yeah and you know what Karen told me?” 

“Hm?

“That you have never been on a date.” He grins. “And never been kissed.”

You were going to kill her. That’s on you though, she was the reason you were asking Matt out anyways. Your cheeks burned bright red as you stared at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Matt Murdock.”

“Me? Or will it be your anxiety?” He quips.

“Touche.”

The night went on until the sun came up. It was the longest conversation you had ever mustered the courage to have with him. Nothing was awkward about it either. It was like you both had been friends forever, which was somewhat true. Maybe this was the start of a huge stepping stone in your life. 

Matt didn’t seem to be bothered by your anxiety anyways. He always knew how to get around the minefields in your head. That's what drew you to him to begin with. Hopefully the first date would turn into more. You could only hope.

Secretly you thanked Karen for the way she helped you ask Matt out. Maybe all you needed was that one simple push. When he finally decided to go home, he wouldn’t let go of your hand. It was like he had become attached to you.

“I promise I’ll call you later.” He says

“Or maybe we can get some coffee once you do wake up?” You suggested.

“It’s date then.”

“Okay fine. It’s a date.” You say with a smile pushing him out your door.

[dontwantnoneunlessyougotmunson]

Hi uhm I was wondering if you could please do a reader insert with Eddie when he sees the reader perform at the school play and falls for her during her solo? thank you 👉🏻🥺👈🏻

Standby

AHHHH This is adorable, shy anon. 🤗 Of course I will. Gah, imagine him looking at you like that.

You paced backstage. Your palms were sweating and you hurriedly wiped them on your pants. You'd just been told that you would be stepping in for the lead performer tonight. She'd come down with some kind of sickness. You weren't sure what kind because honestly you couldn't remember anything after hearing you'd be up tonight. A knock rattled the door and you jumped, the long skirt of your costume swinging around your legs as you turned to the door.

"You ready?"

Your friend worked as one of the production assistants and she was smiling at you around the door. She noted your unsteady expression, so she rushed into the room and shut the door quickly behind her.

"Okay. Okay, I see what's happening. You're nervous. I get it. But you have studied and rehearsed so hard for this. You even hum it while you're doing your other homework! Do not doubt yourself tonight." She gripped your shoulders tightly and gently shook you back to yourself. "You hear me?"

You nodded, a strange peace and reassurance flowing from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. She lunged forward, flinging her arms around you and squeezed you tightly. You held her back, careful of the beading on your costume and shook your hands after letting go, making sure to burn off the excess energy rushing through your body.

~~~

The lights were hot. You could barely see the audience and were dreading the moment for your solo. It was coming up quickly and you could barely catch your breath. Another member of the cast came up and gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before your legs carried you to the center of the stage. Beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck and you closed your eyes, feeling the swell of the music. Your voice rose to meet it and you sighed in relief as you hit note after note.

You paced slowly in a circle, touching different pieces of the set that corresponded with the song. It was your song tonight. The music crescendoed and you inhaled deeply before hitting the final note and held it until the very last beat.

Your chest heaved as the sound of applause rattled around inside your brain. Fighting off a smile, you waited until the lights faded to walk off of the stage. Your friend caught you in her arms and you squealed silently while jumping up and down together.

~~~

Wow.

Eddie Munson had not been planning to come tonight, but the kids had roped him into going to the school musical. Robin was in the brass section of the small orchestra that Hawkins high had put together and he'd been dragged along by Steve to help corral the younger members of their group.

When he first saw you on the stage, he was intrigued but unable to pick your voice apart from the others. He watched quietly, head nodding off until Steve jabbed him in the ribs. His hand was propping his chin up until the lights came back on and you appeared before him.

He was suddenly alert, scooting to sit on the edge of his seat, leaning forward with elbows propped on his knees. Steve snickered beside him and Eddie waved his hand to get him to hush. He was convinced your voice was a siren's song just for him. The notes coming from deep within you danced along the edges of his skin, drawing him closer.

His heart whirred in his chest and his eyes widened as they focused on you. He watched you walk around, your hand grazing the set behind you and watched you clench your fist in a formidable stance. That's it. He convinced himself he had to meet you. Before he realized, he was on his feet and clapping zealously, his sharp whistle echoing through the room.

He felt a hard tug on his arm. Steve was yanking him down back into his seat. He sat with a thump and turned to glare at him and only got an amused expression directed back.

"Thought you didn't even want to come tonight," he jabbed before turning back to the stage."

Eddie huffed and crossed his arms, grateful for the darkness of the room to hide his blushing cheeks.

~~~

You rushed after the show, your hunger driving you to move faster as you wiped the stage makeup off of your face. You rearranged your hair into a comfortable style and sighed when you felt the tightness at your scalp relax. A knock at your door and you yelled, "Come in!"

The person on the other side hesitated and you turned and opened the door yourself. You startled at the guy on the other side, who was quite frankly, the last person you expected.

"Eddie Munson?"

His face reddened as he rocked back on his heels. "Well. This is a bit awkward. I came to introduce myself and you already know who I am."

You smirked a bit at him. "People who stand on lunch tables tend to be fairly recognizable. How did you get back here anyway?"

"My uh.. friend, Robin. She snuck me back here."

You laughed at the image of Eddie Munson sneaking around backstage and cocked your head at him.

"Why were you coming to introduce yourself?"

"Your solo was.. Wow. I mean, I'd love to write something for you to sing if that's okay."

Your heart was like a pinball machine, bouncing around your chest and your mouth gaped.

"Iiiis that okay?" he asked, extremely unsure of himself and if he'd suddenly made you uncomfortable.

"Eddie!" You huffed his name out with a laugh. "I think that.. I know I would love that. Yes. That's so kind of you."

He laughed a bit weakly. "Well. I'm not just doing it to be kind. I might selfishly want to spend a bit of time with you."

The edge of your mouth curled and you leaned in a bit closer to whisper, "Maybe I said yes because I'm a little selfish, too."

[nctsplug02]

hey can you make an smut wherein the reader gets turned on seeing an dominant jaehyun smoking 👉🏻👈🏻

[11;09pm]

genre: smut

warnings: bathroom sex, protective sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), weed, making out.

you sat on the other couch alone just watching jaehyun huff and puff the blunt in between his fingers. his friends were beside him, passed out from smoking the weed and drinking.

jaehyun never took his eyes off you, each puff he inhaled and exhaled, he kept his eyes glaring on you. you were frozen, you looked like a statue.

you looked like you wanted to try a puff, one at least. jaehyun could tell.

“do you wanna try it, darling?” you blink.

he just read your mind.

“t—try it? um.. sure.” you clear your throat and walk over to him nervously, hands fiddling together as you do. “don’t be shy, darling. come sit on my lap.” you hesitated in different ways while trying to find a way to sit on his thigh.

his legs were spread out so you didn’t know how to sit down properly. he laughs and puts the blunt between his lips then taking a hold of your hips and making you straddle him.

“here.” jaehyun hands you the blunt which you take with shaky hands. “you don’t have to do this, darling. if you want to try it then try it but if you don’t want to then don’t. no pressure.” you nod and gulp, looking at the blunt made you feel weird.

“all you have to do is put it between your lips and inhale it, if your throat burns you aren’t doing it right and if your throat doesn’t burn then you’re doing it correctly. or else, you just aren’t a smoker, darling.” his hands resting on your thighs.

you nod and put the blunt between your lips, with hesitation, you inhale, taking a small puff before pushing the blunt off your lips and coughing it all up.

jaehyun pats on your back and takes the blunt away from your possession. “it’s okay, darling. it’s okay.” he coos while you die in front of him. “my throat— it hurts.” your voice raspy.

jaehyun looks around and grabs a bottle of beer, quickly putting it on your lips and pouring it down your throat. within seconds, your throat was a bit better.

“never again.” jaehyun says which you nod at. “yes, no more. i’m.. never trying that again.” jaehyun leans up, placing a kiss on your lips and then taking a hit at his joint.

“maybe.. you could um.. blow it in my face?” jaehyun smirks at your suggestion. “you’re naughty, did you know that?” you giggle. “am i being a bad influence on you?” you shake your head.

jaehyun takes a puff and slowly blows it in your face. you inhale the smell, your eyes rolling behind your closed eyes.

“fuck.” you sweat catching jaehyun off guard. you were a sweet girl and had never swore, never done a bad thing.

you lean down, hands cupping jaehyuns face and then smashing your lips onto his. “fuck, im so turned on right now— fuck me, please.” you say in between the kisses and gasps.

your hips rolling on his visible bulge. “fuck, darling— not here.” you slightly shriek when he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom.

he sits you on the counter and starts unbuckling his belt. he lets his pants drop to his ankles before ripping your panties off.

he pumps himself and starts to align himself by your entrance until he stops himself. “wait, condom. we need a condom— darling.” he smirks when you pull a condom out of your bra. “i brought one from home earlier before we left.” you admit shyly.

jaehyun takes the foil and pinches your cheek. “stop being so fucking cute.” he rips the foil and rolls the condom on.

jaehyun cups your face and slowly pushes himself in your heat. “o—oh, my.” your moans breaking. “fuck, you feel so good, darling.” he breathes out and rocks his hips.

“god, darling. your pussy.. feels so good.” jaehyun groans, his hands holding your legs up. “feels so good, jae. my p—pussy feels so good.” you shyly admit the last line making jaehyun groan even more.

“f—faster, please?” your hands pushing back on the mirror when he picks up his pace. his ballsack now smacking against your ass, turning it pink.

“darling.. ngh~” jaehyun grunts and then spanks your ass. jaehyun only gets more turned on when you clench around him and moan loudly.

“fuck, don’t.. don’t squeeze around me!” you do the opposite. continuously clenching around him while his cock stroked your walls.

the thrusts his gave now becoming sloppy, his cock almost slipping out of your hole. “god— oh, god.” jaehyun slams his hips and holds it there while he spurts his cum inside the condom.

with grunts and groans, jaehyun pulls out and ties the condom, tossing it in the trash then helping you off the counter.

he dresses you first then dresses himself. “you did so good for me, darling.” he says kissing your temple. “can we.. can we go home?” jaehyun nods and leads you out the bathroom and into his car.

——

“darling, look out!” jaehyun says making you turn around just to get squirt with a water gun. “oohh! you got me, baby!” you giggle as your son does as well.

“i did it, daddy! i got mommy!” your son says squirting you again and then running back to his dad. “good job, buddy— oh! me too?” jaehyun giggles when being shot in the face with water.

four years had passed since that moment and jaehyun was three years sober.

you and him had a little family, it was you, your husband, and your three year old son.

[yourlocalshinguji]

YO I had an idea, what about... Celestia and Kyoko falling in love with the same person (aka the reader)? 👉🏻👈🏻 What would they do to make sure the reader doesn't choose the other one? Yk yk 👀

Celestia and Kyoko falling in love with the same person

I have been blessed with this request. Maybe I will write a part two where we get to see how things end up depending on the reader's choice, but for now, I hope this is enough. Have a good day!

The reader is g/n.

—Mod Korekiyo.

—When they both got to know you, they weren't expecting to develop such strong feelings for you. Of course, they thought for themselves that no one else liked you in that way, so none of them was too worried at first.

—Celestia, surprisingly, found herself enjoying your company more than the others, and soon enough she realized it: she wanted to have you as more than as a friend. Of course, she wasn't going to be too obvious about it.

—The Ultimate Gambler often asked you to spend time with her, mostly playing games of luck where she made sure to show you that her title wasn't a mere joke. Unlike with others, she compliments you a lot though, and calls you things such as 'darling' as if nothing.

—She's not afraid to make you blush. In fact, she loves it. When she "accidentally" gets too close to your face or whispers something to your ear to tease you, seeing you flustered is the only confirmation she needs to know that she's good enough to make you fall in love with her.

—On the other hand, Kyoko has feelings for you too. But unlike Celestia, she doesn't take so many risks, nor is she the best when it comes to spend time with you or talking.

—You notice how she doesn't act as distant, as cold when she talks to you. You'd swear every time she sees you, she tries to hide a smile.

—But of course, Kyoko saw it coming. She saw how Celestia treated you, and immediately knew it: she didn't want to let her get away with that. Kirigiri truly loved you, and she wasn't going to give up that easily.

—Sometimes, when you're playing or just talking with Celestia, she steps in between you two, grabbing your hand and telling you that she needs to tell you something.

—"I'm... sorry to interrupt you both at whatever you were doing, but I need Y/n to come with me."

—When she's alone with you and you ask her what is it, she looks away, with her usual serious expression.

—"...Nothing. I just wanted to be with you."

—You were surprised at her behaviour and the fact that she admitted it so easily.

—Those kind of interruptions started to happen more often than what Celestia had expected. She knew Kyoko was up to something– no. She already expected Kyoko catching feelings for you. She was mad, but she kept herself together. If Kyoko wanted to play a game, Celestia was going to win. That's what she said to herself.

—At some point, the Celestia stopped Kyoko from grabbing your hand and taking you away as always.

—"I believe they chose to spend time with me before you came here, Kyoko. Wouldn't you agree, Y/n?"

—She makes sure to take the hand Kirigiri was about to grab and show it to her.

—"We're together right now. Wait until we're done if you're so desperate."

—"Ah. I see."

—She looks you in the eyes and nods before leaving you two alone just as Celestia had requested.

—Later that day, after you've spent your time with Celestia, you saw Kyoko again. She acted as if nothing had happened and smiled to you, asking you if you'd like to do something with her in case you had some free time left.

—The little game between them kept going like that for a while.

—Celestia started to pay more attention when you two talked and sometimes, she'd surprise you buying you something you mentioned you wanted. She has the money, so it isn't a problem at all.

—She giggles after seeing your reactions, telling you that it was nothing.

—Kirigiri, at the other hand, started to gift you flowers that she thought you'd like. She isn't good at that kind of stuff, so she just hopes she made the right choice before giving them to you.

—Celestia definitely calls you nicknames in French. They sound so much better, according to her. And when she knows Kyoko can hear you two, she makes sure to use them even more.

—Finally, she had made up her mind. The gambler asked you to meet with her, and you had no reason to refuse. When you got there, everything went as usual, nothing too special. You even noticed that she was... happier?

—You asked her what had made her so glad, out of curiosity.

—"Ah... it's nothing, dear. But... I'd like to tell you something I wanted to say a long time ago. Do I have your attention?"

—You nodded, ready to hear what she had to say. You didn't get the chance to, though. You heard Kyoko's voice before Celestia could say anything else.

—"Y/n. I need you to come with me, right now. It's important."

—Now Celestia was getting on her nerves.

—"Important, you say? Then shut your mouth and wait until I'm done with them. Not like they'd want to hear you, anyways."

—Kyoko raised her voice enough to make herself clear. "Y/n, we need to go. Please. You can come back after we're done."

—When you finally got a chance to speak, you asked both of them what was going on. Kirigiri talked first.

—"I love you. Please, I'd like you to consider this. Be with me."

—"Tsk" Celestia said, trying to keep calm. "Talk about a love confession." She then looked at you. "My dear, I'm sorry things went like this. What I wanted to say is that, well, I love you too. I can treat you better than she ever could... Consider choosing me instead."

—They both looked at each other, preparing themselves for your answer. It was finally the moment to see who had stolen your heart.