iâve 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 whoâs 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 itâs time to leave an event because both of yâalls social batteries run out around the same time.
spending quality time together at home, where youâre 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 youâre 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 youâre both just snuggling each other in comfortable silence.
yeah, no thoughts but tamaki dating an introvert <3
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Jujutsu Kaisen AU | College Setting | Sibling Rivalry | Dry Humor | Sarcastic Y/N | First Meetings | Mutual Interest | Slow Burn Tension
Synopsis: Everyone is blinded by Satoruâs 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."
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You donât like Satoruâs world. Itâs 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 bedâa 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.
âYouâre coming tonight,â he declares.
âIâm not,â you reply, not even bothering to look up from your phone.
âYeah, you are.â
âAbsolutely not.â
Satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, as if your very existence is a conceptual disappointment to him.
âItâs just a frat thing, Y/N. People will be there. Normal people. You might even end up enjoying yourself.â
âThatâs exactly how I know I wonât.â
He stops for half a second. A sharp, predatory grin tugs at his lips.
âOh? So you do have opinions tonight.â
You finally look at him, your gaze flat and unimpressed.
âUnfortunately, yes.â
You never win against him.
Thatâs how you end up standing in front of a frat house that feels like itâs 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.
âRelax,â he murmurs. âYouâll survive.â
âI am relaxed.â
âYou look like youâre five seconds away from committing a federal crime.â
âI might be.â
He laughs. Itâs only then you realize youâre already trapped.
The whispers start almost instantly. Not about youâbut about his version of you. âThatâs Gojoâs sister, right?â âShe looks⌠intense.â You donât 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. Thatâs when you see him. Suguru Geto.
He doesn't look like the rest of the room. He isn't louder or flashier; heâs just⌠stable. An anchor of calm in a sea of frantic energy. Satoru lights up instantly.
âSuguru!â
Geto turns. And unlike everyone else in this house, his eyes land on you first. Not Satoru. You. As if thatâs the correct order of operations.
âYouâre Satoruâs sister,â 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.
âAnd youâre Satoruâs friend,â you reply. âSo weâre both suffering, just in different ways.â
A beat of silence follows. Satoru chokes on a laugh behind you. Geto doesnât flinch. Instead, a slow, controlled smile spreads across his face.
âYouâre not what I expected.â
âLet me guess,â you say, your tone clipping the ends of your words. âQuiet. Polite. Intimidated by boys in varsity jackets.â
Another pause. His eyes drop a fraction of a millimeter, scanning your posture.
ââŚSomething like that.â
You shrug.
âIâm also a person, unfortunately.â
This time, he actually laughs. Itâs a rich, genuine sound that seems to ignore Satoruâs presence entirely. Satoru looks between the two of you, suddenly appearing a little less sure of the dynamic heâs created.
âWow,â Satoru interjects. âYouâre actually talking back to him.â
âI talk like this to everyone.â
âThat explains why you have no friends.â
âI have standards.â
Getoâs eyes stay on you. Too attentive. Like heâs rewriting his entire first impression of you in real-time.
âYou donât like this kind of place,â he says after a moment. It isn't a guess. Itâs an observation.
âNo,â you answer simply.
âThen why are you here?â
You cut a sharp look at your brother.
âHostage situation.â
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, Getoâs voice stops you.
âWait.â
You turn slightly. Heâs looking at you directly now. Not as "the sister." Just you.
âWhatâs your name?â
The question is simple, but the timing is surgically precise. You pause, then, with a hint of your usual dry bite:
âY/N.â
The small smile he gives you then is different. Itâs personal.
âY/N,â he repeats, testing the weight of it.
He nods once.
âGot it.â
And this time, you know heâll remember it.
Hope you survived Satoruâs 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+ territoryâitâs about to get much more... intimate ( ÍĄ~ ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
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â¸â¸ 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. đ warning(s) reader is a bit insecure, not proofread âş 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. đ§§ @fantasia-films
You were having a weird day. You felt weird, and everything around you felt uncomfortable. You werenât smiling, and when you did, it didnât really reach your eyes. You werenât laughing, nor were you listening to Stella when she spoke. Your gaze was distant, and your voice was hidden in some dark corner you hadnât yet discovered.
At that moment, Stella had dragged you into socializing with people youâd 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 sheâd just met), she paid no attention to anything else. You were fine with that; after all, you knew exactly what she was like (and thatâs how you loved her). You couldnât 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 didnât 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 youâd 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 itâs worth adding that he made your mouth go dry pretty quickly.
And of course, it couldnât be anyone other than Hanjin. Han Zhen. A guy you might like a little too much.
âHanjinâŚâ you murmured, stepping away from the group a bit, taking two steps back. It wasnât as if they noticed, or if they did, no one said anything or asked where you were goingânor who Hanjin was. (And no, not even Stella).
âHey there,â 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. âDo you like it? I thought you looked great with the moon in the background,â he said with a big smile that didnât show all his teethâjust like Hanjin always did.
You felt your throat tighten, and suddenly everything youâd overlookedâeverything that had bothered you but youâd decided to ignoreâcame flooding back in front of him. You felt like crying, though you werenât 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 didnât look like the usual (name). Instead⌠you seemed more subdued. Maybe you were the only one who noticed those things.
âHm.â You nodded finally, trying to smile as best you could. âIt turned out really well, Hanjin. Have you ever thought about giving up studying to be a teacher and becoming a professional photographer?â
He laughed, frowning at the same time. âYou donât have to exaggerate, but thanks. I donât think photography is my thing either; itâs just that Iâve 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. Itâs hard to explain, I know; Iâm probably coming across as the weirdest guy ever right now.â He said, looking ashamed, scratching the back of his neck.âI wanted you to belong, to have a place in my cameraâif that makes any kind of senseâŚâ
You blinked. You couldnât 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 thatâs why youâd fallen in love with him, almost without realizing it. Maybe you werenât 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 wouldnât 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 outâphrases 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 didnât know how to look.
Hanjinâs smile only confirmed it even more.
You took his hand, and with a look more serious than you would have liked, you said, âLetâs get out of here.â
And thatâs how, yet another day, you got lost on campus amid laughter and flowers.
Š jellyluvsjihoon 2026. do not copy or repost. ask to translate. (cr for the dividers to @pixopix)
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.
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 donât 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 donât demand attention⌠people overlook it.
He doesnât.
âYouâre not as fragile as they think.â
Itâs 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 misunderstandâŚ
He listens.
Closely.
âYou see things differently.â
Thereâs 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.
Heâs not overwhelming.
Not loud.
You donât 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 isnât ignored.
Itâs respected.
Your self-esteem struggles are something he handles with quiet care.
You donât always see your own worth.
You donât always believe youâre as special as others might.
He doesnât overwhelm you with empty reassurance.
He shows it.
Consistency.
Attention.
The way he stays.
âYou matter.â
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.
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â HAZBIN HOTEL â MATCHUP â
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â YOU ARE MATCHED WITH⌠Velvette â
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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.
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â SHE FINDS YOU INTERESTING â FAST. â
You have that âpeople confess to me for no reasonâ energy.
Velvette notices immediately.
Not in a soft way.
In a fascinated way.
âYouâre weird,â she says, scrolling through something before glancing at you again. âNot in a bad way. Just⌠people talk to you a lot, donât they?â
You blink.
ââŚyeah.â
âYeah. Thought so.â
And just like that, sheâs paying attention to you more than anyone else in the room.
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â YOUR INTELLECT x HER SOCIAL INTELLIGENCE. â
Youâre a science person. Analytical, curious, mentally active.
Velvette is socially intelligent.
She reads people like data.
Together?
You cover both sides.
Youâll sit there dissecting behaviors, motives, patterns, and sheâll lean in likeâ
âOkay, but did you notice how she switched tone halfway through?â
And suddenly youâre both spiraling into analysis together.
It becomes your thing.
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â SHE MATCHES YOUR ENERGY (IMPORTANT). â
One of your biggest needs is reciprocation.
If your energy isnât 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 youâre âtoo muchâ with her.
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â YOUR ANXIETY x HER CONFIDENCE. â
You overthink. You get anxious. You need validation.
Velvette doesnât baby you.
But she does ground you.
âRelax,â she says, not unkindly. âYouâre fine. Youâre overthinking it.â
And weirdlyâ
It works.
Because she says it like fact.
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â YOUR ACADEMIA AESTHETIC x HER FASHION BRAIN. â
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.
âYouâre literally wasting potential if you donât lean into this more,â she says, adjusting something on you.
You donât even argue.
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â SHE RESPECTS YOUR BOUNDARIES. â
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 teaseâ
But she wonât cross the line.
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â YOUR LOVE LANGUAGES ALIGN PERFECTLY. â
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.
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â SHE KEEPS YOU FROM GETTING STUCK IN YOUR HEAD. â
You spiral. You overthink. You distract yourself constantly.
Velvette pulls you out of it.
âOkay, get up,â she says. âWeâre doing something. Youâre bored and itâs annoying.â
She doesnât let you sit in that space too long.
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â OVERALL â
A relationship built on stimulation and balance.
She keeps you engaged.
You keep her grounded in something deeper.
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Contents: pre-relationship headcanons, slow burn, pining, introvert reader, falling in love
ጠYou'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.
ጠUntil 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.
ጠSuch 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.
ጠYou 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.
ጠQuestioning 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.
ጠSometimes, 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.
ጠThe 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.
ጠYou 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.
ጠAnd 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.
ጠNanami 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.
ጠYou 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. Â
Trope: Eddie x introvert!girlfriend/readerÂ
Warning: fluff, bad writing, one cuss word, a tiny mention of sexual activity, kissing Â
Word count: 1.4kÂ
You donât 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 âadoptedâ you as Liz said but you didnât 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.Â
âGood morning pretty girlâ Eddie beamed when you hoped into his van. âMoring Eddieâ you whispered with blush covering your cheeks, you still arenât used to Eddie and his pet names. âGoing shy on me already it is barely 7 in the morningâ he teased. You hid yourself in your hands âNo No No come out of there it is just me your boyfriendâ he cooed. He let you calm down then said, âSo what did you bring me for breakfastâ âUm a bagel and orange juiceâ âOo and its warm tooâ 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. Â
When he pulled into a parking spot, he quickly ran to open your door with a bow âMâladyâ there it was again he thought your face turned a bright red. Before he could admire you a gust of wind made you shiver âOh your cold let me get a jacketâ your eyes widen âNo I have one on then you will be coldâ âYou have this thin little thing on youâ as he pinches your cardigan âI canât have my pretty girl freezeâ you face heated up his pretty girl. He went back into his van a grabbed a black hoodie from the back. âIt might smell a little, but it will keep you warmâ 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. Â
You walked into school as normal, your head down holding Eddieâs 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 Eddieâs sweater. You were released from your thoughts when Eddie spoke âI got to do some business really quick I will be back in time to walk you to classâ he kissed your cheek and was on his way. âSoooooâ Liz started âNew hoodieâ âItâs Eddieâ you said quietly âI can tell it smells just like himâ she joked âHe really has a hold on youâ âWhat do you mean... is that badâ âGirl I was talking to you about the show last night and you didnât even say a word to meâ âSorry I am just in shock I'm wearing his sweaterâ âI know you are sweetie your face says it allâÂ
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 Eddieâs 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. Thatâs 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. âY/N is probably so easyâ âHell nah she is too shyâ âExactly, no one wants a shy girlâ I do he thinks âHave you seen her with any guys around no right so any male attention she gets she will wantâ 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.Â
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 Eddieâs 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 âYou ready to goâ go no you thought âYeah sureâ you said more quietly than usual Eddie picked that up fast âAre you ok, did anyone say something or do something because tell me and I-â âNo Eddie no one said anything Iâm just tiredâ you lied. He eyed you suspiciously âMk whatever you say pretty girl- ah donât hide from meâ he caught your hands before they covered your face. He kissed your red nose âLetâs get you home tired girlâ Â
The car ride was quite just music playing and you trying to soak up the last moment in Eddieâs 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. âSo, I guess you will be needing your sweater backâ you sighed. You began to take it off when âNahâ Eddie said âIt looks super cold from walking here to your door and I donât need my girl being an ice pop plus it looks really good on you so kept itâ he flirted towards the end. âReallyâ he saw your mood change instantly now he knows. âYes of courseâ you had the biggest smile he has ever since. âThank youâ 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. âI'm so sorry I was just excited and-â you were cut off by Eddieâs lips âItâs ok I been waiting to do thatâ he hummed into your lips. You smile into the kiss before you pulled away âYou better get going before my dad shows upâ âOne moreâ he pleaded ugh those eyes âYesâ 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.Â
â ď¸warnings: mentions of losing gaps of time, loneliness, failed dating attempts, later mentions of DID đ possible Moon Knight spoilers| your media consumption is your own responsibility.
An: Iâll see how I want to form the next chapter after the next episode đ enjoy! If you want a tag, ask below. Steven is a poor little meow meow who needs love & someone be trusts and Iâm giving that to him with this. * reader has a nickname, Cat, weâll see why.
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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 shoulderâŚ
Waking from the dream, you lay still on the bed and close your eyes again, trying to fall asleep; youâve had this dream a hundred times now but never see past this point. Itâs frustrating. You feel like thereâs something important you are missing, something you canât 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 didnât 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 againâŚ
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. Itâs 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.
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1 hour and 17 minutes laterÂ
Sipping a hot coffee you step off the bus and approach the museum. When your eyes land on the massive banners, you canât 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.
Youâre 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. Â
You only worked with him twice a week, but the two of you spoke whenever you could and slowly a friendship was built. It wasnât 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 didnât 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 heâd 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.
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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,
âItâs Steven.â
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, â hello.â
âHi, Steven.â 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, wellâŚyou 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.
âHello,â he grins and offers you one of the snacks heâs eating. You take one.
âHey.â
âYou look sad today, are you okay?â His brown eyes are soft and full of concern.
âYeah, fine.â You lie and force one more smile.
Steve nods and looks down at his shoes. âI canât stay long, Donnaâs keeping me busy. I just wanted to check on you.â
âThatâs sweet of you Steven, thank you.â 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.
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Four Nights Later Â
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 âwhat are you doing tonight?â
You hated dating and London wasnât 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.
Stevenâs 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.
âSteven?â 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 Stevenâs 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,
âI wonât let you dine alone. Guess weâre having dinner.â
Steven lights up, â thank you, thank you,â he leans in a little closer then stops, âI-it was my fault I lost time, I loose time.â
âItâs okay,â you put the menu down, â I have one question though, why a steak restaurant? Aren't you vegan?â
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.
âMaybe you can get a salad or something.â
He nods, â Yeah, good ideaâŚâ he smiles, â you look nice.â
âThank you, a mild night. We saw a movie. Really painting the town red.â You both laugh and Steven looks like he wants to ask something, but heâs nervous. âEverything okay?â You ask him.
âThe guy, â he lowers his gaze, looking at the table, âwho picked you up last week, is that your boyfriend?â He still doesnât look at you.
âBoyfriend?â You raise your brows then remember that awful date and his stupid message minutes ago, âoh no. I donât have a boyfriend. That was yet another failed attempt at dating.â
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. âSitting here for so long, I bet youâre hungry. Should we order food?â
âYes, very hungry.â Steven nods and fiddles with the bouquet of flowers.
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The unexpected dinner goes well, you both chat about Egyptology, London, and the most recent books youâve 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 youâve ever had.
Steven very sweetly says goodnight to you and notices heâs still holding the flowers. âI donât know what to do with these.â He holds them up.
âYou should keep them, and everything you look at them you can remember how tonight turned out.â You suggest.
Steven looks at them, then back at you, âI wouldn't know what to do with flowers, â he smiles, âI rather you have them.â
He offers the bouquet and you take it. You slide one out and tuck it away in his pocket, he watches you do so.
âFor you.â
He pats it softly, â thank you.â
âGoodnight Steven.â 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.
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