STILL THE SAME — MIYA ATSUMU.

What’s your favourite fairly accurate science film

cell phone doesn't like water because it is a combination of the other three elements. it is a rock (earth) that we fill with lightning (fire) that can control radio waves (air). if it contained water too, it would be too perfect; it would be like a god. to prevent this, the universe kills the would be uniter-of-the-elements. it's basic science.

see writing is funny because sometimes you have to google things like “can the human body survive with every rib broken” and other times you have to google things like “is there an ikea in manhattan???”

snow [ gojo satoru x reader ]

✾ warnings: clingy gojo

✾ synopsis: your boyfriend is feeling sentimental, and wants you to stay a while longer. after all, how could one sleepover make up for a whole week's worth of you time?

✾ notes: i think he deserves a very big long hug i lovehim

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

"alright, i'll be off now!" you tell your pouting boyfriend, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. he still refuses to let go of you, like a sad little child who's afraid of being separated from his only anchor. you cup his face in your hands. "satoru, you'll see me tomorrow, stop making that face."

he hums in response, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

you're warm, a much needed contrast to the cold, snowing december afternoon. the warmth fills the little void in gojo's heart; the one he never speaks of.

you fit so snugly in his arms, your fingers lace so easily with his, and his face fits so perfectly in the crook of your neck, that he wonders whether you were made for him, or he, for you. you're the piece of him he hopes he never has to live without.

his heart misses you terribly whenever you're not around.

"is something wrong, baby?" you ask, a bit worried by his behaviour. "you know i love you very much, 'toru."

pulling you into a gentle hug, he breathes in your scent. "i love you too, sweetheart. nothing's wrong, don't worry."

you open your mouth to argue, but he's already ushering you to the door. "text me when you're home, okay? drive safely!"

he opens the door, and the two of you come to a sudden halt in front of the 4 foot layer of snow outside. neither of you say anything for a moment.

then, a grin breaks out on your menace of a boyfriend's face.

"guess you're stuck with me for a while longer, angel." when he finally speaks, he sounds almost triumphant.

gojo knows he isn't supposed to be happy about being snowed in, but boy is he absolutely elated. in his defense, it'd been a long week, and he badly missed your warm embrace; the way your bodies seemed to fuse together, your fingers threaded delicately through his hair. one sleepover could not make up for a week's worth of cuddles.

to make matters worse, he was feeling emotional. sentimental, even. he felt like peppering kisses on every inch of your face; felt like loving you as if there was no tomorrow.

"not a bad way to spend what's remaining of the weekend." you muse, intertwining your fingers with his as you make your way back into his living room. settling down on the couch with you on his lap, he buries his face in your chest.

"do... you wanna tell me what's up? why were you acting like a little puppy just now?"

"was not," gojo mumbles.

"i'm listening," you gently push, stroking his soft, smooth hair. he sighs. whether in contentment or defeat, you're not sure.

"just missed you." he presses a chaste kiss to your neck. "warm,"

you laugh, and he feels like a lovesick high schooler all over again.

"should've told me to stay longer, 'toru." you flick his forehead lightly. "i missed you too, so much. i would've gladly said yes."

"well, you're here now." he looks up, and his beautiful cerulean eyes meet yours. a soft smile graces his handsome face.

"i am." you agree, leaning in so the tips of your noses are touching.

"i love you." he whispers.

"i love you too," you manage, before he closes the gap between the two of you, pulling you into a deep kiss.

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Hihihi congrats on the milestone!👀 can I get atsumu with 📷(is it this camera or the camera that is flashing idk hhhhhh)? If you wanna have something to base it in, I really like “驀然回首那人卻在燈火闌柵處” from 青玉案 which I know isn’t a happy prose exactly but let’s be shallow for a second and take it at face value hehe😌

Miya Atsumu x Confession (708 words)

For Cadence <3 – not quite a meet-cute because the poetry you gave me didn’t quite fit that, but I hope this suffices. 

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You return home for Hatsumode in January, a dutiful daughter who heeds her mother’s call. So too, do the Miya twins, though you suspect Atsumu rather resents the relentless nagging from his mother asking him when he’s going to bring home a prospective daughter in law from the way he escapes from his parent’s house, scaling the fence to sit beside you on your parent’s garden swing, a bottle of sake as his entry fee.

“I already told her that dating’s a pain. They all just wanna date me cos they think volleyball players rake in cash, but c’mon, ya know how I’m underpaid especially if I don’t land any sponsors.”

 A familiar complaint you’ve heard throughout the years, one that you’re growing impatient with. 

“Maybe it’s because your standards are too high, and you rule out all the decent ones.” 

He reacts with expected scorn, sneering at his shot glass – “I’d jump at a chance for a date with someone decent, but I don’t know a single ‘un”. 

“Don’t you?” You bristle at the slight to your gender. “Miya Atsumu, you’re exaggerating as usual.”

“Fine – name me a single decent person willing to date me then.” 

You stare at him. You consider throwing your unfinished sake at him, screaming that for god’s sake you’ve been in love with him ever since you were fifteen and he finally outgrew his childhood habit of trying to gross you out by showing you the frogs he catches on rainy days. 

But you don’t. 

It’s not his fault you’re a coward for not admitting that you’re tempted to kiss him on the lips every time he swings you into his arms when he wins a match. It’s not his fault you’re a coward for not admitting that you’ve cried yourself to sleep when you heard he got a girlfriend for the first time. 

No. 

The fault is all yours.

And it’s your choice if you want to communicate like a damn adult. Even if you still feel like a teenager with a crush every time he crosses your path. 

You take another swig of sake, inviting liquid courage to flood your veins. 

“What about me?” 

His head swivels around to look at you almost comically. 

“You?” 

You’re tempted to back paddle into a joke, reassume the status quo. But you gather the scraps of your courage to step out of the dark, to offer him with open palms your bare, beating heart.

“Yes, me.” You say, looking him straight in the eye. “I think I’m a decent person. And I’d date you.”   

The look of confusion on his face is a knife to your chest. You get off the swing, ready to retreat to your childhood bedroom to mourn your embarrassment and heartbreak by your longtime crush. 

With a setter’s reflexes, Miya Atsumu catches your elbow before you slip out of his grasp.

“Yer not joking, are ya? Cos if ya are, it’d be a pretty shitty joke.” 

You shake your head, too tired to yank the knife buried in your chest yourself. “Why would I joke about this?” 

He trips over his words in his haste to respond. “C-cos I’d never imagine yer wanna date me in a million years – ya always got so angry with me when we were kids-”

“That’s cos you were a little shit and tried pranking me all the damn time”, you reply. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. G'dnight, Atsumu.”

“Wait!” This time he trips over his feet, falls headfirst into a pool of golden streetlight. “I haven’t given you my answer yet!”

 “What?” You bite out, resorting to hostility to mask your open wound. 

His smile is genuine, a little shy. 

“If yer crazy enough to have me, I’d leap at the chance.” 

You’re not sure about the sequence of events that follow next. 

The only thing you know for sure is that he steals your absolution for being careless with your heart by crashing his lips onto yours, like a tidal wave breaking onto shore. And you let your very breath be stolen from your lungs by the golden boy you’ve loved all this while.

just finished my rant about never writing on tumblr again and how it destroys my sleep and wastes my time yet here i am finishing by megumi imagine after one (1) person complimented my other post

The Poll Wormhole

“Put him on his knees give him something to believe in” has the exact same energy and depth of meaning as anything Hozier puts out on the regular but since it’s sung by Megan Thee Stallion no one takes it seriously. In this essay I will-

Thinking about newboyfriend!bakugou who doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants.

You’re standing at the counter chopping up veggies for dinner, and you feel him brush up behind you, leaning his forehead on your shoulder, hands softly resting on the tops of your hips.

“Making your favorite.” You whisper.

“Mm.”

Not satisfied by his response, you turn your head to look at where he rests against you. His eyes are shut and crinkled in the corners. You press a lingering kiss to his cheek, which feels much too hot under your lips.

“Are you okay? You feel hot.”

“M’fine.”

Putting the knife down, you’ve turned into him now, and you can tell he doesn’t want to look at you by the way he buries his face into your neck, “Katsuki, what’s wrong?”

“I just-“ His voice is higher than normal, muffled by your skin, “You look, really good, and I- I don’t want you to cook. Anymore.”

“…You don’t want dinner?”

“No, I fuckin’-“ He pushes away from you, eyes wild, cheeks red, and you’re worried you’ve upset him- misunderstood him-

“Come to fuckin’ bed with me.”

Oh.