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Joy, nineteen, she/her, multifandom
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@m-joys
About me ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
Joy, nineteen, she/her, multifandom
Status ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
1 ask in inbox, 2 drafts
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Navi ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
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The Structural Integrity Of Longing
Nanami Kento has a specific scent profile, expensive bergamot shaving cream, high-end laundry detergent, and a faint, metallic trace of cursed energy. He uses this sensory consistency to ground himself. When he’s around you, he consciously tries to suppress the scent of his own exhaustion.
He is an expert at reading a room, but he is a coward when it comes to reading you. If he catches you looking at him in a way that feels too soft, he will immediately check his watch or adjust his glasses to break the connection. It’s his only defense mechanism against losing his composure.
Bruh why am I flopping so hard wtf is this
Baby Daddy! Toji Fushiguro
Baby Daddy! Toji Fushiguro who claims he’s only dropping by to fulfill a basic obligation, but his version of "providing" is borderline excessive. You’ll find high-end groceries and designer baby clothes left on the counter without a word, all paid for with "consultancy" money he won't explain, even tho later that week he'll venmo request you cigarette money.He watches you more than he watches the baby, his eyes tracking every tired sigh or stray hair you tuck behind your ear, silently calculating exactly how much cash it would take to make sure you never have to work a day again.
Loser!Megumi Fushiguro
Loser!Megumi Fushiguro is known on campus as the guy who lives in the third-floor library cubicles, usually hidden behind a stack of ancient-looking literature or grueling biology textbooks. He’s the quintessential "loser" only by social definition, he doesn't attend games, ignores the group chats, and wears the same oversized black hoodie so often people wonder if he owns other clothes.
helloo i have a quick question, do you write for haikyuu and if you do are taking suggestions for kei tsukishima?
Heyy ♡
Yeah I do write for haikyuu and I write for almost all characters :)
Poly relationship with Satoru and Suguru
Requested by: @kurvestijabroj1
Being in a poly relationship with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto as teenagers feels like constantly balancing between chaos and quiet intensity, and somehow being the only thing that keeps both of them grounded at the same time.
Four times you were being sneaky with Enjin, and the one time you got caught
Content: implied sexual activity near the end but not explicit, lotss of making out tho, wc: 2.4k
The headquarters had a way of swallowing sound at night, long corridors dimmed to a low glow, footsteps softened by polished floors, every door closed like it held its own secrets. It was the kind of place where anything out of the ordinary stood out immediately, which was exactly why the two of you had gotten so good at blending into it. Or at least, thats what you told yourselves.
The first time it happened, it had been accidental. You had been heading back from the storage wing, arms full of files you were absolutely not supposed to be handling alone, when a hand caught your wrist and pulled you sharply into one of the unused side rooms. The door clicked shut behind you before you could even process what was happening, your back brushing against the wall as your breath caught.
Finding out you're pregnant w/ Choso ♡
The bathroom feels too small for the weight of the moment, though nothing about it has changed.The same pale tiles, the faint hum of the light overhead, the quiet drip of the faucet that neither of you bothered to fully tighten. Everything is ordinary, painfully so, and yet the air feels heavy, like it’s holding its breath along with you.
Choso Kamo stands close, closer than usual.
Uh oh! Gris has a crush!
Gris Rubion doesn’t fall for you because you’re different in a flashy way, but because you’re consistent in your care, the way you show up for people without making it about yourself, the way you help without expecting recognition, and he recognizes that immediately as something genuine, not performative, which makes him trust you long before he realizes he’s growing attached.
Soft morning with Husband! Nanami
The morning light comes in slow and golden, filtering through the thin curtains in a way that makes everything feel softer than it really is, like the world itself is still half-asleep and Nanami Kento prefers it that way. A small domestic pocket of peace before the day inevitably asks more of him than it should.
He sits at the dining table with the posture he always maintains, straight-backed and composed, one arm resting near his coffee. But there’s something different in the way his attention lingers, not on the neatly plated breakfast you prepared, not even on the faint steam rising from his cup, but on you, moving around the kitchen with that familiar rhythm he has come to rely on more than anything else in his life.
His favorite
Content, MDNI: Heian Era! Sukuna, you're his favorite concubine, vaginal fingering, slight exhibitionism
You’re not “chosen” in a soft, romantic way, you’re noticed. And for someone like Ryomen Sukuna that was far more dangerous. Out of dozens, hundreds, his attention lingers on you for reasons only he knows.
He acts like you're his.
Satoru Gojo believed he was too strong, too powerful, too unique to fall in love and be in a relationship. Yet, here he was. Sitting next to you, walking you back after missions, letting his guard down only around you.
He'll pull you onto his lap like it was nothing, rest his head against your shoulder, kiss you like he means it, slow, distracted, like he forgets the word exists. And then the moment it gets too real? He pulls back.
Loving Choso feels like stepping into something that was already waiting for you, long before you knew of it. Something that doesn't rush, doesn't overwhelm, but settles in until you realize it's everywhere. Every glance, every quiet moment, every time his presence wraps around you before you even have time to acknowledge it
It's not a spark that burns bright but burns out even faster, it's something far heavier and deeper, like a blooming fire in the fireplace of a small house. You could feel the consuming, thick warmth everywhere at all times, no matter where you were.
His devotion is absolute in a way that doesn't need constant words. He doesn't repeatedly say 'I love you', but the way he orbits around you, the way his attention constantly returns to you no matter what, makes it impossible to doubt. You've come to realize that for him, loving someone isn't something casual, it becomes a part of how he exists.
He pays attention to you in ways that feel almost intimate even when nothing physical is happening, like he’s memorized the rhythm of you without trying. The way your voice changes when you’re tired but pretending you’re fine, the way your body shifts when you’re stressed, the small pauses in your speech when something is bothering you. He catches all of it, quietly storing it away, adjusting himself without making it obvious that he’s doing it.
Being loved by him feels safe, but not in a passive way, it’s an active kind of safety, like you know he is constantly aware of you, constantly present even when he’s not right next to you. If something were to go wrong, you don’t question whether he would show up, you know he would, immediately, without hesitation, without needing to be asked twice. That certainty settles into you over time until it becomes something you rely on without even thinking about it.
Arguments don’t create distance with him, and that’s one of the most defining things about his love. Even when he’s frustrated, even when he doesn’t fully know how to express what he’s feeling, he doesn’t pull away or shut you out, he stays, sometimes quietly, sometimes a little tense, but always present. For him, conflict isn’t a reason to step back, it’s something to move through together, because the idea of distance between you matters more to him than being right.
What makes his love so consuming is that it’s consistent, unwavering, and deeply rooted, the kind of presence that doesn’t flicker or change depending on circumstances. Over time, you start to realize that no matter what happens, good days, bad days, arguments, silence, he is still there in the same way, still choosing you in the same quiet, steady manner.
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The clock besides you read 3:43am. You would've been surprised by it if it wasn't your third restless night in a row. Your eyes already felt heavier than ever before, but the anticipation of where Shiu must be was tons heavier.
Life with the Shiu was, exactly like him, grounded.
He bought you expensive things. Of course, if you yourself didn't buy them first, with the easy use of tap to pay on his black card, he loved picking your outfits, your makeup, and your hairstyle for any and all occasions.
Sure, he could sound a little demanding when telling you so, but don't think that he didn't consider the fact that you yourself would like to wear it. There was a balance, a strong mutualism in your relationship. You never question his weird work hours, the fact he sometimes didn't come home for a couple of days and didn't say anything when he entered, random calls at all hours of the day, whether it was his work phone or your home phone.
But he also never questioned the withdrawals on his card, how you spend the time when he isn't around or where you go. This balance is also reflected in the way of how he doesn't know where the cutlery is in your kitchen and how you don't know the water bill. The teasing is constant, but always controlled.
He’ll make small comments about how you look, how you act, or how easily you’ve settled into this lifestyle, but never in a way that actually undermines you. "You've gotten comfortable," he said with the faintest smirk while he watches you arrange jewelry in one of your multiple jewelry boxes.
At the core of it, your relationship is built on balance. Not control. Yes, he guides, chooses, provides, but you also hold your own space, your quiet but strong and deep-rooted influence over him.
Truth is, he is far more dependent on you than you are on him.
A/n: I dont remember the last time I wrote something. Not proofread and the word count is questionable. Fell free to send jjk asks in inbox as im hyperfixating and who knows how long it'll last.