i’ve seen a lot of people say that tamaki amajiki would most likely date an extrovert, someone who acts like mirio or nejire, that approaches him first and asks him out.
but, what about tamaki with someone who’s also an introvert, just like him?
obviously, you two would have to be set up by mirio and/or nejire. and you were both pretty quiet when you first met, blushing and stumbling over your words from nervousness.
it took awhile, but eventually you two started dating. after long days of awkward conversations and being dragged around by your friends, when you both felt comfortable enough with each other to let out your true selves.
i think being with someone who can bring him out of his shell would be good for him, but someone who can really understand him would also be nice.
knowing when it’s time to leave an event because both of y’alls social batteries run out around the same time.
spending quality time together at home, where you’re both alone and free to relax and let go.
motivating each other to do stuff out of your comfort zones, because you know just how hard it is, and wanting to support the other the best way you can.
taking turns on who has to order the food today because you’re both too shy to talk to the person.
hugging or kissing each other in celebration after managing to complete a presentation that had been giving you anxiety the whole week.
silent nights where you’re both just snuggling each other in comfortable silence.
yeah, no thoughts but tamaki dating an introvert <3
Jujutsu Kaisen AU | College Setting | Sibling Rivalry | Dry Humor | Sarcastic Y/N | First Meetings | Mutual Interest | Slow Burn Tension
Synopsis: Everyone is blinded by Satoru’s light, but Suguru Geto only has eyes for the girl in the shadows. He noticed the sharp wit no one else dared to trigger. He wanted the person behind the "Gojo" label. What started as a "hostage situation" at a frat party quickly became something much more personal.
"Everyone looks at him, Y/N. But I am the only one who truly sees you."
Word Count: ~0.8k
You don’t like Satoru’s world. It’s too bright. Too loud. Too full of people who are convinced that the oxygen in the room belongs to them by default. You prefer the silence of your room, the blue glow of your screens, and the sanctuary of your bed—a place where no one expects you to be "on."
So when Satoru appears in your doorway with that look of ownership he wears everywhere he goes, you already know your night is forfeit.
“You’re coming tonight,” he declares.
“I’m not,” you reply, not even bothering to look up from your phone.
“Yeah, you are.”
“Absolutely not.”
Satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, as if your very existence is a conceptual disappointment to him.
“It’s just a frat thing, Y/N. People will be there. Normal people. You might even end up enjoying yourself.”
“That’s exactly how I know I won’t.”
He stops for half a second. A sharp, predatory grin tugs at his lips.
“Oh? So you do have opinions tonight.”
You finally look at him, your gaze flat and unimpressed.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
You never win against him.
That’s how you end up standing in front of a frat house that feels like it’s rejecting you before you even step inside. The music thumps against your skull, the lights are too warm, and the smell of cheap beer is thick enough to swallow. Satoru throws a heavy arm around your shoulder, dragging you into the crowd like this is all perfectly natural.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “You’ll survive.”
“I am relaxed.”
“You look like you’re five seconds away from committing a federal crime.”
“I might be.”
He laughs. It’s only then you realize you’re already trapped.
The whispers start almost instantly. Not about you—but about his version of you. “That’s Gojo’s sister, right?” “She looks… intense.” You don’t correct them. You only exist here as an extension of his light.
You let him pull you through the chaos until the air suddenly feels a bit easier to breathe near the back of the room. That’s when you see him. Suguru Geto.
He doesn't look like the rest of the room. He isn't louder or flashier; he’s just… stable. An anchor of calm in a sea of frantic energy. Satoru lights up instantly.
“Suguru!”
Geto turns. And unlike everyone else in this house, his eyes land on you first. Not Satoru. You. As if that’s the correct order of operations.
“You’re Satoru’s sister,” he says, his voice a smooth, deep baritone that actually manages to cut through the noise.
You tilt your head slightly, eyes tracking his with a dry, unblinking stare.
“And you’re Satoru’s friend,” you reply. “So we’re both suffering, just in different ways.”
A beat of silence follows. Satoru chokes on a laugh behind you. Geto doesn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, controlled smile spreads across his face.
“You’re not what I expected.”
“Let me guess,” you say, your tone clipping the ends of your words. “Quiet. Polite. Intimidated by boys in varsity jackets.”
Another pause. His eyes drop a fraction of a millimeter, scanning your posture.
“…Something like that.”
You shrug.
“I’m also a person, unfortunately.”
This time, he actually laughs. It’s a rich, genuine sound that seems to ignore Satoru’s presence entirely. Satoru looks between the two of you, suddenly appearing a little less sure of the dynamic he’s created.
“Wow,” Satoru interjects. “You’re actually talking back to him.”
“I talk like this to everyone.”
“That explains why you have no friends.”
“I have standards.”
Geto’s eyes stay on you. Too attentive. Like he’s rewriting his entire first impression of you in real-time.
“You don’t like this kind of place,” he says after a moment. It isn't a guess. It’s an observation.
“No,” you answer simply.
“Then why are you here?”
You cut a sharp look at your brother.
“Hostage situation.”
Geto laughs again, softer this time, as if the sound slipped out before he could stop it. Later, as Satoru starts to drag you toward another room to "introduce" you to someone else, Geto’s voice stops you.
“Wait.”
You turn slightly. He’s looking at you directly now. Not as "the sister." Just you.
“What’s your name?”
The question is simple, but the timing is surgically precise. You pause, then, with a hint of your usual dry bite:
“Y/N.”
The small smile he gives you then is different. It’s personal.
“Y/N,” he repeats, testing the weight of it.
He nods once.
“Got it.”
And this time, you know he’ll remember it.
Hope you survived Satoru’s chaos! This was Part 1 of a 4-part journey (plus some bonus content if the interest is there).
Get ready, because the next chapters are stepping into 18+ territory—it’s about to get much more... intimate ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
I’m also open for requests so let me know what’s on your mind !
˖°📷༘ — when everything is meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am.
⸝⸝ in which you feel weird, left out, but hanjin always manages to make you feel better with a click and few words ⟡ genre hanjin x introvert!f!reader. confort, a bit angsty at first. 𑄝 warning(s) reader is a bit insecure, not proofread › wc 1k ଳ kinda of a relatable emotion for me (i just wish i had a zhenzhen TT) but really like how this turned out. 𖧧 @fantasia-films
You were having a weird day. You felt weird, and everything around you felt uncomfortable. You weren’t smiling, and when you did, it didn’t really reach your eyes. You weren’t laughing, nor were you listening to Stella when she spoke. Your gaze was distant, and your voice was hidden in some dark corner you hadn’t yet discovered.
At that moment, Stella had dragged you into socializing with people you’d just met. She was laughing, smiling, and having a good time. That was just Stella. She was naturally likable, after all. You, on the other hand, were uncomfortable. Socializing wasn’t your strong suit, especially with complete strangers. You felt left out for a moment, sooner than you would have liked. Out of the group, out of the loop; which only made you feel even stranger, and as time went on, the problem became increasingly obvious.
Stella didn’t notice; she never did. Not because she was a bad friend, but because when she focused intensely on someone (in this case, the group of people she’d just met), she paid no attention to anything else. You were fine with that; after all, you knew exactly what she was like (and that’s how you loved her). You couldn’t expect the impossible from her.
You sighed, looking away from the new girls, zoning out again. The blue sky was beautiful at this time of day, and the moon was shining brightly. Sometimes, you just wanted to travel up there and skip all kinds of social interaction with anyone you didn’t feel like dealing with, and live peacefully, without having to worry about anything other than eating and sleeping. Maybe that is a little antisocial, though, you thought to yourself. Realistically, you knew you’d end up hating solitude. You already hated it right now in some way, and maybe you feared it too.
You sighed, pushing those thoughts away as quickly as you could.
Your mind drifted off to other places, wandering and rambling, until you heard a sound.
Click.
Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden sound that echoed to your left. Maybe that was what allowed you to really see the guy standing in front of you. Black hair, eyes the same color, and practically dazzling. Handsome as they come, and it’s worth adding that he made your mouth go dry pretty quickly.
And of course, it couldn’t be anyone other than Hanjin. Han Zhen. A guy you might like a little too much.
“Hanjin…” you murmured, stepping away from the group a bit, taking two steps back. It wasn’t as if they noticed, or if they did, no one said anything or asked where you were going—nor who Hanjin was. (And no, not even Stella).
“Hey there,” he greeted, lowering the camera and waving his left hand from side to side.
He eagerly stepped closer to show you the Polaroid he was holding. “Do you like it? I thought you looked great with the moon in the background,” he said with a big smile that didn’t show all his teeth—just like Hanjin always did.
You felt your throat tighten, and suddenly everything you’d overlooked—everything that had bothered you but you’d decided to ignore—came flooding back in front of him. You felt like crying, though you weren’t quite sure why.
The girl in the photo was ethereal, pensive, and something in her gaze said she was lost. Very lost and with no one to help her find her way out of that maze. It was you, but you didn’t look like the usual (name). Instead… you seemed more subdued. Maybe you were the only one who noticed those things.
“Hm.” You nodded finally, trying to smile as best you could. “It turned out really well, Hanjin. Have you ever thought about giving up studying to be a teacher and becoming a professional photographer?”
He laughed, frowning at the same time. “You don’t have to exaggerate, but thanks. I don’t think photography is my thing either; it’s just that I’ve seen you looking distracted and… distant. So I wanted to take a picture of you. You know? It was like you were on the outside of something you wanted to be a part of and… well. It’s hard to explain, I know; I’m probably coming across as the weirdest guy ever right now.” He said, looking ashamed, scratching the back of his neck.“I wanted you to belong, to have a place in my camera—if that makes any kind of sense…”
You blinked. You couldn’t tell if the lump in your throat had grown worse or if it had dissolved. What you did feel was the warmth, the affection from Hanjin.
Maybe that’s why you’d fallen in love with him, almost without realizing it. Maybe you weren’t the only one who noticed the details; you just had to find someone who cared about you.
A sincere smile tugged at your lips.
One day, you remembered, Hanjin confessed to you that he only took photos with his instant camera of things he found truly beautiful (and he emphasized that they had to be important to him) because the film cartridges were too expensive to buy every week. Especially as a student.
And he had taken a photo of you.
You realized, then, something very simple: with Hanjin, you wouldn’t be alone. Ever. He would notice everything that was going on with just a quick glance. And above all, he valued you enough to have several photos of you with him, to dedicate those beautiful phrases to you day in and day out—phrases that could only come from affection.
Maybe the problem had never been you, for not being as open with people as Stella. Maybe the problem lay with the one who didn’t know how to look.
Hanjin’s smile only confirmed it even more.
You took his hand, and with a look more serious than you would have liked, you said, “Let’s get out of here.”
And that’s how, yet another day, you got lost on campus amid laughter and flowers.
I'm a 29 year old woman (she/her), looking for the right man. I'm around 5'9'' in height with a sturdy build (broad hips, strong legs). My hair is a deep brunette and while I sometimes grow it out I always tend to cut it back to a bob eventually. My eyes are a vivid green, and I wear glasses (can't see a thing without them, haha). I have a large-ish tattoo of a white dragon against a blue-and-pink sky backdrop on my upper right arm, though one day I'd like to get a few more tattoos of things that mean a lot to me.
I've gone on big adventures, even trips overseas, completely by myself more than once. While I consider myself content in my own company most of the time, I still wholeheartedly love my friends and adore spending time with them too if we're all able to come together. There's not a thing I wouldn't do for a loved one in need. I'm deeply caring, gentle and fairly quiet if I'm not with my friends, but I'm also hard-working, deceptively bold and more adventurous than you'd ever think at a glance.
The ocean deeply fascinates me for the abundance of intriguing creatures that call it home. I'm also a big fan of the kinds of animals that aren't generally very popular. Snakes, tarantulas, mantis, sharks, I love all of them deeply. I also rather like being around someone with whom I can feel safe and protected, someone a bit more assertive than me. My independence aside, sometimes it's nice to know someone has my back and would be there for me like I'm there for others. I enjoy baking, writing, swimming, and singing. What I don't particularly care for, however, are excessively spicy foods, strong alcohol (mild drinks or certain wines are fine), or anyone who either threatens or manipulates those I care about.
I don't often think very highly of myself; my self esteem is usually quite low. It would be nice to feel wanted or needed, or to be around someone to whom I would be special.
I am going to pair you with …
𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢
【Ｔ𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞】
You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.
Independent, capable, someone who can travel the world alone and face the unknown without backing down. And yet, beneath that, there is a quieter wish. To be held, to be protected sometimes, to feel like you don’t always have to be the strong one.
Katakuri sees both sides immediately.
You would meet in a setting where others might underestimate you. Your calm presence, your quieter nature, the way you don’t demand attention… people overlook it.
He doesn’t.
“You’re not as fragile as they think.”
It’s said plainly.
With certainty.
Your dynamic is built on safety.
Not in a restrictive way.
But in a way where you finally feel like you can relax your guard.
Your desire to feel protected is something he fulfills naturally.
Not by controlling you.
But by standing beside you.
A presence that makes it clear no one will cross a line with you or those you care about.
Without needing to say it.
Your love for unusual animals is something that intrigues him.
You speaking about creatures others avoid, the fascination in your voice, the way you see beauty in things people misunderstand…
He listens.
Closely.
“You see things differently.”
There’s respect in it.
Your gentle, caring nature is something he values deeply.
You would do anything for the people you love.
And he recognizes that loyalty immediately.
It mirrors his own.
Your quieter personality is something he matches well.
He’s not overwhelming.
Not loud.
You don’t feel pressured to be anything other than what you are.
And when you do open up more around him, when your boldness and adventurous side shows through?
He notices that too.
Your strength isn’t ignored.
It’s respected.
Your self-esteem struggles are something he handles with quiet care.
You don’t always see your own worth.
You don’t always believe you’re as special as others might.
He doesn’t overwhelm you with empty reassurance.
He shows it.
Consistency.
Attention.
The way he stays.
“You matter.”
Simple.
But undeniable.
Your hobbies become shared moments.
Baking together, even if he pretends not to care too much at first.
You writing, him nearby, a quiet presence that makes it easier to focus.
Swimming, the ocean around you, something you both understand in different ways.
There is peace in it.
Your relationship is calm, protective, and deeply reassuring.
You bring warmth, loyalty, and quiet strength.
He brings stability, protection, and a presence that makes you feel safe without taking away your independence.
Heyyy, is it alright if I ask for a Hazbin Hotel character matchup. (i don't mind the gender) Here is my info: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lCoU2PmWJBBZNXi5Vj3mokyCZSAz3lykzknH2PcDIB4/edit?usp=sharing
Thank you so much
❝ HAZBIN HOTEL — MATCHUP ❞
⸻
❝ YOU ARE MATCHED WITH… Velvette ❞
ꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪᴄ ᴍɪɴᴅ x ᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ.
You are thoughtful, introspective, curious, constantly analyzing the world around you. Velvette is fast-paced, expressive, socially sharp, and hyper-aware of people in a completely different way.
And somehow?
You click.
Because where you observe, she acts.
⸻
❝ SHE FINDS YOU INTERESTING — FAST. ❞
You have that “people confess to me for no reason” energy.
Velvette notices immediately.
Not in a soft way.
In a fascinated way.
“You’re weird,” she says, scrolling through something before glancing at you again. “Not in a bad way. Just… people talk to you a lot, don’t they?”
You blink.
“…yeah.”
“Yeah. Thought so.”
And just like that, she’s paying attention to you more than anyone else in the room.
⸻
❝ YOUR INTELLECT x HER SOCIAL INTELLIGENCE. ❞
You’re a science person. Analytical, curious, mentally active.
Velvette is socially intelligent.
She reads people like data.
Together?
You cover both sides.
You’ll sit there dissecting behaviors, motives, patterns, and she’ll lean in like—
“Okay, but did you notice how she switched tone halfway through?”
And suddenly you’re both spiraling into analysis together.
It becomes your thing.
⸻
❝ SHE MATCHES YOUR ENERGY (IMPORTANT). ❞
One of your biggest needs is reciprocation.
If your energy isn’t matched, you pull away.
Velvette does not let that happen.
You text fast?
She texts faster.
You ramble?
She engages.
You send ten messages?
She sends fifteen back.
You never feel like you’re “too much” with her.
⸻
❝ YOUR ANXIETY x HER CONFIDENCE. ❞
You overthink. You get anxious. You need validation.
Velvette doesn’t baby you.
But she does ground you.
“Relax,” she says, not unkindly. “You’re fine. You’re overthinking it.”
And weirdly—
It works.
Because she says it like fact.
⸻
❝ YOUR ACADEMIA AESTHETIC x HER FASHION BRAIN. ❞
You love fashion. Academia, coquette, gold jewelry, curated looks.
Velvette loves that.
She will absolutely style you, help you refine your aesthetic, hype you up while doing it.
“You’re literally wasting potential if you don’t lean into this more,” she says, adjusting something on you.
You don’t even argue.
⸻
❝ SHE RESPECTS YOUR BOUNDARIES. ❞
You are curious but respectful. You back off when needed.
Velvette does the same.
If something is off-limits, she does not push.
She might tease—
But she won’t cross the line.
⸻
❝ YOUR LOVE LANGUAGES ALIGN PERFECTLY. ❞
Matching things?
Immediate yes.
Jewelry, outfits, small aesthetic details?
She eats that up.
Quality time?
Late night conversations, scrolling together, talking about everything and nothing.
Physical touch?
Present, but not overwhelming.
It feels natural.
⸻
❝ SHE KEEPS YOU FROM GETTING STUCK IN YOUR HEAD. ❞
You spiral. You overthink. You distract yourself constantly.
Velvette pulls you out of it.
“Okay, get up,” she says. “We’re doing something. You’re bored and it’s annoying.”
She doesn’t let you sit in that space too long.
⸻
❝ OVERALL ❞
A relationship built on stimulation and balance.
She keeps you engaged.
You keep her grounded in something deeper.
Smart, stylish, and perfectly matched energy.
⸻⸻⸻
❝ HONORABLE MATCH — Zestial ❞
ꜱʟᴏᴡ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏᴜʟ-ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
⸻
❝ HE MATCHES YOUR INTROSPECTION. ❞
You think deeply.
So does he.
Your conversations would feel endless, philosophical, layered, meaningful.
⸻
❝ HE IS PATIENT WITH YOUR ANXIETY. ❞
No rushing. No pressure.
Just understanding.
⸻
❝ YOUR SOULMATE / FOUND FAMILY TROPE. ❞
This pairing feels like something fated. Quiet. Deep. Lasting.
⸻
❝ OVERALL ❞
Calm, intellectual, emotionally safe.
A bond that feels written in the stars.
Contents: pre-relationship headcanons, slow burn, pining, introvert reader, falling in love
ღ You've laid down ground rules for yourself, rules not meant to be broken, and yet you find yourself twisting them, testing their pliability, skimming along the edge of what is acceptable. Your chance meetings with Nanami at work continue, much the same as always. Sometimes you two may sit in comfortable silence. Sometimes you may speak about mundane things, or his latest mission. There seems to be an unspoken agreement that you will not ask about each other's personal lives, that you will keep the interaction impersonal and detached.
ღ Until you don't. Or rather, he is the one who asks and your hand falters over the lid of your packed lunch. He wants to know what type of sandwiches you prefer. Such a simple, innocuous question. A little strange too, since he has never asked anything directly about you before. You glance across at him and for a second, you think he looks embarrassed at having asked. You brush away the thought. Nanami never does things without a purpose. You tell him that you like the kind with smoked salmon, cheese and herbs, the one the cafeteria sells on Thursdays. He nods, as if satisfied and resumes his meal.
ღ Such a simple question, but you think it over when you reach home. Why would he ask something like that? Was it simple curiosity? You laugh out loud in the emptiness of your apartment, soft jazz music emanating from the TV speakers. You go to do the dishes and your step feels inexplicably light.
ღ You decide to ask him a question the next day. Oh, no need to be concerned, you tell yourself. You've broken none of your rules. You ignore the little doubt that tugs at your mind. You eventually ask him, rather abruptly you think, whether he likes crosswords. He considers you over the rim of his glasses before nodding slightly. He mentions that he likes the cryptic, and the particular newspaper he buys which makes the puzzle as challenging as he prefers. He goes back to working on his report, and you can't be certain (because Nanami is so difficult to read), but you think that he seems pleased.
ღ Questioning becomes routine between the two of you. You both keep the questions light at first, as if testing one another out for ... what it could be, you couldn't say. And then, he starts to ask about different things. He asks for your opinion on what a student sorcerer said to him, for your beliefs on the manner in which some of the clans operate, for your thoughts on the best way to deal with certain mission scenarios.
ღ Sometimes, you don't even get to ask your questions. He comes into the break room, carrying the weight of a full workday on his shoulders, and then he sees you and his brow clears, the corners of his mouth straightening out of their dour expression. He approaches you immediately, offering greetings, before dropping into the seat beside you with a sigh, unbuttoning his jacket and loosening his tie. He lays out for you, in his brisk, clinical manner, what occurred during the mission that day and what issues he encountered. His arm may brush against yours, he may lean closer to you, those earnest eyes of his capturing yours, as if he will not accept anything less than your complete attention. On days like these, you can't ask your questions, but you don't mind at all. You save them up, hoarded like precious gems in some long-buried den, for later.
ღ The more you question each other, the more you get to know about him. Not because of the questions themselves, no. More the manner in which he responds to them. Beneath his cut glass exterior, you realise that Nanami is a man who feels very deeply, and with conviction. He is sensitive, as you learn when you find out that he kept small mementoes of transfigured humans who never made it. He is considerate, having memorized the favourite drinks and snacks of everyone who seems to be closer to him. He is perceptive, as you learn when he offers you an extra copy he bought of his paper, having noted how curious you were about his crossword. He is gentle, as you see in his interactions with Yuuji. Your knowledge of him is a soft unfolding, perilous at the centre.
ღ You tell yourself that this is enough. That it will never go beyond this. As far as he is concerned, you may just be a trusted colleague who forms part of his daily routine, nothing more. You cast your rules in steel and then tear them out of the mould each time, turning them over in your hands, wishing you could break them apart. You have never felt weaker.
ღ And one day, he may enter the break room, pausing in the doorway, a first for him. He is always so decisive in every word and action. You may be puzzled by his hesitancy and give him your usual welcoming smile, your world already made a little brighter by his presence. You may shift your chair a little to the left, as you always do, to show him that there is always room for him at your table.
ღ Nanami takes off his glasses. There is something more open there, something warm, something that threatens all the safeguards you have set around yourself. He finally makes his way over and sinks into the chair beside you, his demeanour strangely helpless, in your eyes. He produces his phone from a pocket, looking down at it for a while before placing it carefully on the table between the both of you. Nanami tells you that he prefers to have the contact details of anyone from Jujutsu Tech who may be of importance to his work in the future. He hopes that it isn't too presumptuous, but he would greatly appreciate your contact too. The phone lies on the table, a small metal island separating two continents on the verge of collision. You take it in your hand. It is still warm from his touch.
ღ You tell yourself, as if repeating it a hundred times will make it true, that this is enough. It is enough. Enough. Enough. You whisper his name, reverently, to the ceiling of your bedroom. Kento.
Summary: Eddie gives you, his jacket. That is all you can think about.
Trope: Eddie x introvert!girlfriend/reader
Warning: fluff, bad writing, one cuss word, a tiny mention of sexual activity, kissing
Word count: 1.4k
You don’t know how it happened. One day you were with your best friend Liz eating lunch then the next you and her were sitting at the Hellfire table. You were next to Eddie Munson with his arm around you. WHATT you never even talked to a boy and now one is eating with his arm around you. After that day Eddie was always around you. He would meet you at your locker in the morning, would walk you to your classes, when he saw you at lunch with Liz sitting at the side, he would grab your food and bring it to his table, drive you home. It was crazy he had “adopted” you as Liz said but you didn’t mind it, he was cute and funny. About a month later he asked you out on a date you said yes, well stared at him for 5 minutes and then said yes with the reddest face ever but he thought it was cute.
“Good morning pretty girl” Eddie beamed when you hoped into his van. “Moring Eddie” you whispered with blush covering your cheeks, you still aren’t used to Eddie and his pet names. “Going shy on me already it is barely 7 in the morning” he teased. You hid yourself in your hands “No No No come out of there it is just me your boyfriend” he cooed. He let you calm down then said, “So what did you bring me for breakfast” “Um a bagel and orange juice” “Oo and its warm too” The rest of the drive was you feeding Eddie his bagel with some small talk and his music playing in the background. He loved it when you talked, it took you awhile to get comfortable enough to freely talk to him before you would only speak when spoken too and that would be two maybe three words. Now you are going on a full-on rant about how someone on the show you watched pick the wrong guy.
When he pulled into a parking spot, he quickly ran to open your door with a bow “M’lady” there it was again he thought your face turned a bright red. Before he could admire you a gust of wind made you shiver “Oh your cold let me get a jacket” your eyes widen “No I have one on then you will be cold” “You have this thin little thing on you” as he pinches your cardigan “I can’t have my pretty girl freeze” you face heated up his pretty girl. He went back into his van a grabbed a black hoodie from the back. “It might smell a little, but it will keep you warm” he said when he sniffs it. He was right, it did smell but like him that musky scent with a hint of cigarettes and a bit more of a weed smell, but it was him Eddie your Eddie. He put it on you somehow your already red face got redder and hotter, you were in Eddies jacket his smell as all over you, your only thought in your mind was Eddie.
You walked into school as normal, your head down holding Eddie’s arm as you walked to your locker. Liz was at hers when she saw you and ran over to you, she started talking about your show last night but all you can do is nod, you have Eddie’s sweater. You were released from your thoughts when Eddie spoke “I got to do some business really quick I will be back in time to walk you to class” he kissed your cheek and was on his way. “Sooooo” Liz started “New hoodie” “It’s Eddie” you said quietly “I can tell it smells just like him” she joked “He really has a hold on you” “What do you mean... is that bad” “Girl I was talking to you about the show last night and you didn’t even say a word to me” “Sorry I am just in shock I'm wearing his sweater” “I know you are sweetie your face says it all”
Just like Eddie said he was with you before first period started. You got stares and whispers you never noticed before, especially not now, while wearing Eddie’s sweater. But Eddie did, he always did. He didn't mind when they were for him but if they were for you, he was livid. That’s how you guys started. You both had 5 period English together he was drawn to you by your beauty and shyness. Being in the back of the class he goes unnoticed and hears all the conversation. He can normally tune them out except when your name was heard. “Y/N is probably so easy” “Hell nah she is too shy” “Exactly, no one wants a shy girl” I do he thinks “Have you seen her with any guys around no right so any male attention she gets she will want” all of those stupid Jocks agreed. From that moment on Eddie has sworn to protect you. That day at lunch he found you and Liz sitting in a tree eating lunch. You were talking to her freely with no worries, when he walked up to you guys you looked at him with wide eyes then at Liz then back down Liz snickered. She knew of your crush on Eddie but you being you would never make a move. After he invited you both to sit with him at lunch, you looked at Liz with eyes pleading no, but Liz decided it was time to move and said yes. He extends an arm towards you, Liz was proud when you took it, then he carried your bag and lunch, yes, your face was red. He watches those jocks faces drop when they saw you with him, even more when he puts his arm around you. He saw your face the way you stared at Liz with wide eyes and blush on your cheeks, he loves that face.
The day went by way too fast for your liking, you knew at the end of the day you would have to give him his sweater back. The warmth would be gone. When the finally bell rang you walked slowly to your locker in hopes that time would slow down. Before you know it, you saw Eddie’s head of hair over the sea of students. When you came into view he opened his arms wide for you, you snuggled into his warmth “You ready to go” go no you thought “Yeah sure” you said more quietly than usual Eddie picked that up fast “Are you ok, did anyone say something or do something because tell me and I-” “No Eddie no one said anything I’m just tired” you lied. He eyed you suspiciously “Mk whatever you say pretty girl- ah don’t hide from me” he caught your hands before they covered your face. He kissed your red nose “Let’s get you home tired girl”
The car ride was quite just music playing and you trying to soak up the last moment in Eddie’s sweater. Eddie knew something was up your rarely talked today which is normal for you, but you normally talk more than you did today. He tried to make small talk out of you, but you were in your own world. Your face slightly dropped when he pulled up to your house its time. “So, I guess you will be needing your sweater back” you sighed. You began to take it off when “Nah” Eddie said “It looks super cold from walking here to your door and I don’t need my girl being an ice pop plus it looks really good on you so kept it” he flirted towards the end. “Really” he saw your mood change instantly now he knows. “Yes of course” you had the biggest smile he has ever since. “Thank you” you beamed then did something you never did before you kiss him, on the lips. Your first kiss. He was shocked and so were you. “I'm so sorry I was just excited and-” you were cut off by Eddie’s lips “It’s ok I been waiting to do that” he hummed into your lips. You smile into the kiss before you pulled away “You better get going before my dad shows up” “One more” he pleaded ugh those eyes “Yes” you caved. The next morning, he picked you up and you came running out with his sweater on and a big smile that he was ready to kiss.
⚠️warnings: mentions of losing gaps of time, loneliness, failed dating attempts, later mentions of DID 🛑 possible Moon Knight spoilers| your media consumption is your own responsibility.
An: I’ll see how I want to form the next chapter after the next episode 😁 enjoy! If you want a tag, ask below. Steven is a poor little meow meow who needs love & someone be trusts and I’m giving that to him with this. * reader has a nickname, Cat, we’ll see why.
Next chapter || fic info
The floral scent of roses, mystical tones of frankincense, and myrrh rise from incense cones up toward the sky. Your bare feet against the decorative tiles as you walk past the candle-lit bath. You hear your ancient name in old Egyptian and glance over your shoulder…
Waking from the dream, you lay still on the bed and close your eyes again, trying to fall asleep; you’ve had this dream a hundred times now but never see past this point. It’s frustrating. You feel like there’s something important you are missing, something you can’t see.
Aside from trying to find the missing piece, you loved this dream, you loved the way you felt in it. You long ago suspected it was more of a past life vision than a dream. From what you could see, you were someone of importance, maybe a priestess, a queen. It made sense the more you thought about it, your deep love for Egypt, and studying Egyptology in college.
You were sure this deep attachment led you to work at the British Museum in London. You were a bit of an introvert but loved history, and always imagined yourself working at a gallery or museum.
Upon applying for the job, you knew exactly what you wanted. But that department was notoriously hard to get into, so you took the only job you could get at the time, the information desk. You worked that desk for three months before switching to the bookshop.
After 6 months of working at the British Museum, a position finally opened up in the Ancient Egypt exhibit. It was a mix of part-time tour guide and occasional work at the small gift shop. You were nervous, and some intimidating people were applying for the same job, people who were there longer than you, more social than you, and seemed to be part of the cool kids club.
You were always unique and didn't really fit in, you made amends with that and gave it little thought until things like this happened. You felt nervous and self-conscious, you still remember the way your pulse raced as you sat there waiting for your turn. But you must have impressed the right people because two days later you got the call; the job was yours.
Instead of falling asleep, your mind continues to recap the last 7 and a half months. You liked working there and didn't see yourself changing jobs anytime soon. But it did get lonely sometimes. You liked some of your coworkers but didn't really have close friends there. There was Birdie and Layla, who you ate lunch with sometimes and went to after-work events occasionally, but overall London was lonely.
You imagined your move to London would come with all the things you always wanted. It didn’t really turn out that way. You had an okay life, there wasn't much to complain about, but you missed having close friends like you did back home. But now that you had your dream job for a month and a half, you definitely were not leaving London.
Your thoughts start to slow down, your breathing becomes more relaxed; sleep is on the horizon. You wrap yourself in the blanket and breath deeply, hoping to bask in the golden hues again…
Ring Ring
At first, you ignore it. But the more your phone rings, you slip farther and farther away from the land of dreams. You sit up with a sigh and grab your phone. It’s the museum.
It was your day off and you contemplated ignoring it. But you were also newish in your position and didn't want to mess that up. You answer and discover Hanna called out sick, she has two booked tours today and your boss asked you to cover. Keeping your annoyance to yourself, you agree to come in.
...
1 hour and 17 minutes later
Sipping a hot coffee you step off the bus and approach the museum. When your eyes land on the massive banners, you can’t help but smile to yourself. A few days ago you had a conversation with your crush, Steven Grant, about these very banners. The Ennead had 9 gods, not 7. Steven made sure to mention it often. It seemed like you and Steven were the only two who even noticed, or cared.
You’re a little early and decided to sit on the stairs to finish your coffee. Your thoughts travel back to Steven. Though you didn't work in the same department before, you noticed Steven when you saw him around. You thought he was cute, sweet, kind; a gentle soul whose awkwardness only made you like him more.
You only worked with him twice a week, but the two of you spoke whenever you could and slowly a friendship was built. It wasn’t easy when Donna was around, but the two of you still found a way to connect. Steven was a bit of a mystery though, there was only so much anyone knew about him, but you didn’t mind that so much, you kept people at a distance too.
You loved the days you got to see him. The way his face would light up and how he’d wave as he said hello. Steven always seemed so happy to see you, and even if you were having a crappy day, the sight of Steven instantly cheered you up.
…
You walk inside and head to your department. Your palms still feel a little warm from the now finished coffee and the caffeine is already helping you feel more awake. You pass some kids looking at cases and spot Steven in the gift shop. Before you can say hello, you can already tell Donna is breathing down his neck about something, and from his body language, he looks tired and frustrated.
As you get closer, you hear,
“It’s Steven.”
He holds up his name tag. She must have called him the wrong name again, it was something that drove you mad, and sadly she wasn't the only one. You hated seeing him have to say this over and over.
He raises his head slightly and the somber expression on his face quickly lifts as he smiles. He waves at you, “ hello.”
“Hi, Steven.” You smile back and quicken your walk when Donna turns around. You give her a basic hello and head back toward the employee-only section to put your stuff away. You tried to limit contact with her, she was a downer.
After putting your bag and jacket away, you put on your name tag and come back out. You decide to visit Steven until your first tour starts in 16 minutes. When you come over, you notice Dylan walking away from the desk smiling. Dylan was tall, beautiful and one of the social butterflies.
You walk a little closer and Donna beats you to it. You overhear their conversation and your jaw nearly drops. Dylan has a date with Steven? Steven asked someone out?
Donna, being her evil self, makes a comment before walking away. You notice this feeling in your chest and feel a little sad. You were building up to telling Steven you liked him, but if he liked Donna, well…you blink and turn around, deciding to keep yourself busy until the tour starts.
In between tours, you sit outside on the stairs and Steven joins you, sitting next to you.
“Hello,” he grins and offers you one of the snacks he’s eating. You take one.
“Hey.’
“You look sad today, are you okay?” His brown eyes are soft and full of concern.
“Yeah, fine.” You lie and force one more smile.
Steve nods and looks down at his shoes. “I can’t stay long, Donna’s keeping me busy. I just wanted to check on you.”
“That’s sweet of you Steven, thank you.” You gently touch his shoulder, it brings the smile back to his face. He stays with you for a few seconds before standing and going back inside.
…
Four Nights Later
The song playing during the end credits of the film won't leave your mind.
Turning the corner, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You take it out and see its text from your failed date last week.
Apparently, this guy had a completely different experience than you did. You delete the text and block the number. You made yourself clear after there would be no second date, yet here he was with a douchey “what are you doing tonight?”
You hated dating and London wasn’t delivering. You didn't want to play games or waste your time, you just wanted to meet the one and settle down already. But life seemed to have other plans.
You shove your phone back in your pocket and make a left. This was one of your least favorite streets to pass en route to the bus. It was beautiful, but totally a couples lane. A flower shop, a chocolate shop, a bar that was popular for couples, and in the middle of the block was a huge fancy steakhouse with outdoor seating. You never felt more single than when you walked on this block.
You try to keep your eyes focused on the ground until something calls you to look up. You slow down and glance up at the golden lights and red curtains visible through the large windows of the steak house. Then you see him, Steven Grant.
You stop in place, the sight of him making your heart hurt. He looked so sad as his eyes searched the busy streets and he anxiously tapped his fingers against his knees. A heart-shaped box of chocolates sat on the table, a bouquet of flowers on top of it. Across from him is an empty seat, with an empty plate and glass.
Steven’s eyes land on you and he sits up, he looks like a sad puppy and all you want to do is comfort him. You walk up to the steakhouse and stop in front of the round platform.
“Steven?” You ask, observing him.
He says your name softly and you can tell he feels a little embarrassed, you see him like this. He laughs nervously and looks at the empty seat, then back at you.
You slide the chair open and sit, to Steven’s surprise. You start to speak when the waiter comes back over. He makes a comment about being glad to see you made it and offers you a menu. You only nod at him and wait until he walks away to finish your thought,
“I won’t let you dine alone. Guess we’re having dinner.”
Steven lights up, “ thank you, thank you,” he leans in a little closer then stops, “I-it was my fault I lost time, I loose time.”
“It’s okay,” you put the menu down, “ I have one question though, why a steak restaurant? Aren't you vegan?”
The question seems to set him on a mental spin, you can see his mind working. He may not even know the answer to that. You gently touch his hand, it pulls him back and he focuses on you.
“Maybe you can get a salad or something.”
He nods, “ Yeah, good idea…” he smiles, “ you look nice.”
“Thank you, a mild night. We saw a movie. Really painting the town red.” You both laugh and Steven looks like he wants to ask something, but he’s nervous. “Everything okay?” You ask him.
“The guy, “ he lowers his gaze, looking at the table, “who picked you up last week, is that your boyfriend?” He still doesn’t look at you.
“Boyfriend?” You raise your brows then remember that awful date and his stupid message minutes ago, “oh no. I don’t have a boyfriend. That was yet another failed attempt at dating.”
Your answer causes him to look up at you under his brows, his dark curls falling into his forehead. You wanted to touch those curls so badly, you loved his hair.
The table falls quiet aside from street noise and Steven flashes a sweet smile at you before grabbing the glass of water.
You smile back and nod to the menu. “Sitting here for so long, I bet you’re hungry. Should we order food?”
“Yes, very hungry.” Steven nods and fiddles with the bouquet of flowers.
…
The unexpected dinner goes well, you both chat about Egyptology, London, and the most recent books you’ve read. You agree to do a book exchange and share your favorites with each other.
After dinner, you take the bus together and share the chocolates, eating all of them by the time you reach your stop. You lived off the stop before his, and like a true gentleman, Steven walked you right to your door.
The night continues to remain beautiful as he does, the moon hanging high above. Even though it wasn't an official date, it was the best one you’ve ever had.
Steven very sweetly says goodnight to you and notices he’s still holding the flowers. “I don’t know what to do with these.” He holds them up.
“You should keep them, and everything you look at them you can remember how tonight turned out.” You suggest.
Steven looks at them, then back at you, “I wouldn't know what to do with flowers, “ he smiles, “I rather you have them.”
He offers the bouquet and you take it. You slide one out and tuck it away in his pocket, he watches you do so.
“For you.”
He pats it softly, “ thank you.”
“Goodnight Steven.” You take out your keys and smell the flowers.
He says goodnight once more and waits until you get inside. Once you are inside, still smiling at himself, Steven takes out the flower and smells it as he starts the walk home.
Next
more soon
Fic info
If you want a tag ask below. Please share/ reblog if you feel called, it helps a lot!
