LOCAL BOY ACCIDENTALY GETS MARRIED ✨

When you are the only feminist in 1988.

recreating cheesy manga situations with your manga editor boyfriend, akaashi, after reading a newly released one you had consumed. cuddling cozily in your shared living space, your boyfriends head laid onto the pillows of your plush thighs, the frames of his glasses lazily sliding off, and a novel being placed between his large hands. but with a light grin, you referred to the manga between your own palms that displayed a scene of the protagonist and love interest in this exact same position. so you proceeded to follow every action in the scene, just as sequenced.

dropping a hand down from the grip of your manga to gently caress akaashis head, twirling his soft locks between your fingers. a light hum from him flowed into your ears. but when his attention still wasnt diverted, you allowed that same hand to move down to his chin, tilting his face up gently to prompt his attention to yours. your boyfriend looking up at you, confused. until you would carefully remove the loose bulky frames that rested onto his face, finally bringing yourself down to give him a quick yet gentle kiss.

with a look of surprise expressed onto his features, you showed him the exact same panels you had recreated. a light smile was present on his lips after, as he placed his own novel down, taking the manga you were reading into his hands and flipping through the pages. he stopped at a completely different scene far into the story, the two love interest finding themselves tangled up together, delicately coddling each other in endless kisses.

“how about we recreate this next?”

When will I find my Yi-jin :")

baek ye jin + looking at hee do with heart eyes

TWENTY-FIVE, TWENTY-ONE (2022) dir. Jung Ji-Hyun

I'm excited about Damian's ✨new car✨ and everything, but...

Did you notice that his hair has been getting longer?

Yeah..., me too.

Chronicles of Nekoma’s Manager pt 8

Hiya luvs! Happy Inauguration Day to my fellow Americans here! I’m so sorry for posting less frequently, but I couldn’t let this Wednesday go without this chapter of our favorite series. Enjoy!

After destroying Nohebi in the finals and getting a ticket to nationals, you felt the need to celebrate

You got together with Fukurodani’s managers and started to plan a party for the two teams

Before going home you told the boys to show up at the gym wearing party clothes

The boys were hella confused, I mean they really just wanted to go home and nap

For the rest of the day the three managers put up streamers in the gym, ordered pizza and punch, made banners for the 2 teams, and blew up balloons

That night when the Nekoma boys rolled up (carrying Yaku and his sprained ankle) they were surprised to see the members of Fukurodani waiting for them

The two teams heard blasting music. I’m iv from the gym and saw lights flashing, it looked like a school dance was going on

As they walked in they were greeted by a brightly colored banner saying congratulations to the two teams on making it to nationals

And then you came out wearing the most BEAUTIFUL outfit

Hehe both teams sorta just stood there for a sec looking at you

Except Yamamoto who fell to his knees and the secretly took a picture to send to Tanaka

That is until the music started playing

From then on the night was full of dancing, jumping, and eating

Even Yaku was able to hobble dance (?)

IM SRY YAKU LUV

You and Bokuto would put on a karaoke dance number and rock the sh*t out of it

Kuroo would try to get Kenma to dance but Kenma wouldn’t dare set foot onto the dance floor until you stole his PSP

If you got tired you would be over with Kenma just talking

You and Akaashi would definitely slow dance together like the beautiful gentleman he is

Bokuto would at first he cheering his butt of cause his best friend seemed like he was getting the girl but then would want you to dance with him

The rest of nekoma would start a riot and maybe a dance off

Who knows

If there was a chocolate fountain then Lev would just place his hand underneath the fountain to scoop the chocolate into his mouth

You took part in many ✨incredible✨ dance numbers and karaoke moments

At the end of the night the three managers awarded the medals that each team received for making it to nationals

And then the boys argued over which one of them could walk you home

Desperate to just make it home you let all of them walk you...

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from nanami to itadori

Looking at various aspect of Nanamin and Yuuji’s characters and interaction from the beginning of their meeting up until the end, there’s a sense that Yuuji is the one who will “replace” him or the one to accept the baton Nanamin passes. While Gojo is the one who take Yuuji under his wings, Nanamin is the mentor with closest emotional ties to Yuuji. 

At first Nanamin seems indifferent towards Yuuji, even giving him cold shoulders. But soon, we know that he is far from actually being uncaring.

Keep reading

He comes back from the future after 45 damn years and what he is concerned about is Vanya isn't careful enough :-:

I just love five so much 💙

学園ベビーシッターズ 7-12

01 | Reverie of A Dream

summary || ❝You were made to dream— and the reality of this world was not for you.❞

pairing || Morpheus x Daydreamer! Reader

word count || 901

warnings || Dream being eager and curious??? Reader hates mundane life???

notes || I am currently on episode 7! So, I am still getting a grasp of Morpheus’s character and how he acts and speaks, so bear with me as I settle into his character. This could be a series if people want more than this part, so let me know! Enjoy reading!

How were you always appearing in the dreaming? 

Almost every other hour, the sand would wisp up into a flurry of particles, welcoming your arrival. The wind would pick up and there would be a shift in the air, making all creatures of the dreaming turn towards the magnificent doors that would open to welcome one and all as they explored their dream or their nightmare. But, after about twenty minutes or so— your presence would be lost. 

This confused the Dream Lord, never in his eons of living has he encountered a human with the power to enter the dreaming at will. It was known that humanity would tuck into their beds at night, shut their eyes, and the sand would create a blanket over their consciousness, and they would dream. That is how he had known it all— until now. 

“It would seem that either a human has gained untimely powers or a new endless has been created…”

Lucienne’s voice carried through the throne room, as she peered at Morpheus with eyes of concern, concern for the dreaming. Morpheus— however was curious of how a human could possibly dream during the day in such small increments. He sat clad upon the long and winding staircase that led up to his mighty throne, robes draped down some steps like a glass of spilt milk, the stained-glass reflecting various shapes onto the ground and onto both him and Lucienne. The columns on either side of the rather large room loomed above the endless— giving the two a minuscule perspective in comparison. 

“Shall we go greet our so random guest-…?”

“No, I will go to their physical form and greet them there-”

A situation like this would cause panic normally, however Dream had questions that needed answers— and he would get them from you whether you like it or not.

“Would you please look at number seven in your at-home textbooks, please.”

Eyes cast to the side, looking at the wall, all outside noise being cast out like warmth within winter, Morpheus watched you from behind, noting your neutral expression in almost concentration. Nothing could break you from your dream-like trance, until he spoke.

“Dear love, for nothing less than thee— Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme—”

You turned and gasped at the stranger within your home, quickly shutting the laptop as your professor was still droning on. Morpheus couldn’t lie to himself when he thought your expression was amusing.

“For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak’d'st me wisely…”

“Who are you?!” You were panicked, rightfully so.

“The poems called— The Dream by John Donne…ever partake in one of his works?”

“I SAID, who are you?!”

“Dream of the Endless, and I have several questions for you, Dream Walker.”

   “It’s called daydreaming— I do NOT walk-through dreams.” You were gripping onto a mug of tea like it was an anchor keeping you still, calm. Human behavior was so very interesting, and watching you nervously explain yourself was entertaining.

“It’s erm— when you let your mind drift to another place, other than the current moment.”

“So, you have powers?”

“No! I just— You haven’t explained why you are here in the first place?! Why is my daydreaming important to you? And why are you named Dream? That’s so…odd.”

“I rule over the Dreaming, the place you go when you fall asleep at night, or in your case— every other hour.”

“How—What—” 

“And I revealed myself to you because I have never encountered someone who could enter my kingdom and leave so seamlessly without a thought.”

Your face said a million words that even you could not let out coherently, obviously the thought of meeting the anthropomorphic version of one of your favorite things to do was— how you say— alarming and daunting. But this so called “Day-Dreaming” that you did, piqued his interest greatly. His gaze caught yours looking him up and down, similar to how his many past lovers had done before he had greeted them with the dark and alluring charm he possesses, and he couldn’t help but ask a blunt question.

“Come to the Dreaming with me?”

Your eyes widened in shock— very interesting.

“I can teach you things and show you how to harness whatever ability you hold. Why stay here, in mundane living, when you can gather so much knowledge.”

He knew it wasn’t a good thing to do, bringing a human to his kingdom to be an apprentice— his family would have his head on a silver-platter, served with a cup of sand and a chuckle. But you were significant, you were—different. You were made to dream— and the reality of this world was not for you.

“Come. with. Me.” His hand was now held out, an invitation, a promise, a bond which would not be broken if you laid your hand upon his. If you took his hand, a world of possibilities would be open to you. If you held his hand, your fate would be sealed and intertwined with his, and you had no qualms about it at all— as you let the sand circle around you, the grainy and rough air whisking you from ordinary life, into one that would be complicated. But you were made to dream, and you would find more reality within a world of dreams than any other world here nor there.