#introvert reader

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

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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 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

˖°📷༘ — 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.

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.

And with him…

You don’t feel overlooked anymore.

i'd love a hazbin matchup, please :)

20, she/her, preference for guys (but if u see me with a girl, u can still let me know!)

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relationship preference: i'm honestly not too picky, but, someone who's protective, loyal, patient with me, doesn't have really close girl best friends (who are into him/could possibly be into him)

appearance: 5'2, chest-length dark brown (basically black) hair. My hair is technically straight, but it has lots of waves and very tiny curls hidden in there, so i consider it wavy lol.

I'm light-skinned, but i'm middle eastern-american though.

I have a slightly thin hourglass figure, semi-large chest.

I have a heart-shaped face.

Black thick, bushy eyebrows. Button nose. Very dark brown roundish eyes. heart-shaped lips. i have a barely noticeable mole on my chin.

personality: Kind, Smart, Talented, Quiet, Shy, Awkward, Jealous, Judgemental, Impatient, Anxious, Worried, Sensitive, Introverted, Perceptive, Intuitive, Cowardly, Understanding, Straight-forward, People-pleaser, trust issues.

i hold grudges!!!!!!! and don't forgive or forget.

i can randomly become sarcastic, but only when i'm really comfortable with someone.

i tend to laugh/chuckle/smile awkwardly when i'm feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable or awkward or anything like that.

I get really tough headaches that are a mix between tension headaches and a migraine (when i'm really anxious/overthinking something i have going on for the day) and they cause me to not be able to do anything but sleep (i take it as like, my body forcing me to rest lolli).

lowkey have anger issues (can control them, but i get angry inwards and i barely let it show).

i don't rest until i fulfill what i set my mind to, no matter how long it takes.

i can't control my facial expressions whatsoever... i can be quiet for hours and my face will tell u everything i'm thinking.

i'm pretty fidgety, especially with my hair.

when i'm really comfortable with someone i sometimes randomly playfully poke them/"hit" them (not roughly, just playfully).

Since a really young age, i've had a slouching problem, and i struggle with sitting up-right and i've had back pain.

I struggle with sleeping/i'm a really light sleeper... i guess i could say i have insomnia.

dislikes: jealous/envious people, rude/mean people, being abandoned, not having control (of myself/life... not necessarily others), people who are always so negative and are always worrying and causing me to be even more anxious/worried than i already am.

hobbies: Singing, Acting, Reading, (belly) dancing, analyzing characters, listening to music (mostly pop, dance/disco/r&b and stuff that makes me feel confident)

hogwarts house: ravenclaw with very heavy slytherin in me… i go back and forth and i've spent years trying to figure out which i am lol, it's a long story.

❝ HAZBIN HOTEL — MATCHUP ❞

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❝ YOU ARE MATCHED WITH… Vox ❞

ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ THAT WATCHES OVER YOU. You might not expect it at first, but Vox is exactly the kind of partner you described. Protective, observant, and extremely aware of everything around him… especially when it comes to you.

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❝ PROTECTIVE IN A VERY REAL WAY. ❞ Vox does not play when it comes to you.

He notices everything. The way you get anxious, the way your mood shifts, the way your expressions give you away even when you are quiet. And the second something or someone threatens your peace?

Handled.

“You’re bothering her,” he says flatly, voice glitching just enough to be unsettling. “That ends now.”

You never have to ask him to step in.

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❝ LOYAL TO A FAULT. ❞ Vox is not the type to entertain “close girl best friends” situations. He is territorial, yes, but more importantly, he is focused. When he chooses you, his attention locks in.

There is no wandering.

No questionable behavior.

You are his priority, and he makes that very clear.

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❝ HE UNDERSTANDS YOUR ANXIETY. ❞ When your mind spirals, when you overthink everything to the point of headaches, when you feel like you are losing control…

Vox does not dismiss it.

He analyzes it.

Breaks it down.

“Okay,” he says calmly. “Let’s go through it. What exactly are you worried about?”

He helps you organize your thoughts instead of letting them overwhelm you.

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❝ HE READS YOU WITHOUT YOU SPEAKING. ❞ You cannot hide your expressions?

Good.

Because Vox is already watching.

He picks up on every subtle shift, every look, every small fidget with your hair. You do not always have to explain yourself. Half the time, he already knows.

“You’re overthinking again,” he mutters, softer now. “Come here.”

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❝ YOUR JEALOUSY x HIS POSSESSIVENESS. ❞ This dynamic actually balances out.

You have your jealous tendencies, your trust issues, your need for reassurance. Vox does not dismiss that… but he also does not let it spiral into something unhealthy.

“You don’t need to compete,” he tells you, voice low but certain. “You already have my attention.”

And he proves it through actions, not just words.

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❝ SOFTNESS ONLY FOR YOU. ❞ To everyone else, Vox is sharp, controlled, intimidating.

With you?

There is a different side.

Quieter. Closer. More patient than anyone would expect.

When your headaches hit and you cannot function, he dims everything around you. Low light. Minimal noise. His presence steady beside you.

“Just rest,” he murmurs. “I’ve got everything else.”

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❝ PLAYFUL MOMENTS. ❞ Once you are comfortable, your playful poking, your sarcastic remarks, your little habits…

He likes them.

More than he lets on.

“You’re annoying,” he says flatly when you poke him.

He does not move away.

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❝ OVERALL ❞ A relationship built on control and comfort. He stabilizes your chaos. You bring out a quieter side of him.

Protective. Loyal. And surprisingly soft where it matters most.

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❝ HONORABLE MATCH — Husk ❞

ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ, GROUNDED, AND REAL. If Vox is intensity, Husk is calm.

And that calm is something you need more than you realize.

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❝ HE DOES NOT OVERWHELM YOU. ❞ You are already anxious, already overthinking, already carrying a lot internally.

Husk does not add to that.

He keeps things simple.

“You’re fine,” he says, voice rough but not unkind. “You’re thinking too much again.”

And somehow… that helps.

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❝ QUIET PROTECTION. ❞ Husk is not loud about it, but he is protective.

If someone crosses a line, he steps in without making a scene. No drama. No chaos. Just handled.

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❝ HE GROUNDS YOUR EMOTIONS. ❞ Your sensitivity, your mood shifts, your tendency to spiral or hold grudges… Husk does not judge it.

He just… stays.

Not pushing. Not prying.

Just there.

And that stability keeps you from feeling like everything is slipping.

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❝ HE RESPECTS YOUR SPACE. ❞ You are introverted. You need time alone. You get overwhelmed easily.

Husk understands that instinctively.

He will sit beside you in silence, doing his own thing, letting you exist without pressure.

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❝ LOWKEY SOFT. ❞ He will never say it in a dramatic way, but when your headaches hit or you cannot sleep, he is there.

A blanket thrown over you. A drink placed nearby. A quiet, “Get some rest.”

It is simple.

But it means everything.

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❝ OVERALL ❞ A relationship built on stability. He calms your storms. You bring warmth into his quiet world.

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.

ღ It is not enough. It never will be.

 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.