#So in Love

[wallow-titz]

Why were these few seconds so beautiful. You KNOW you've cast the right actors when the relationship works even when one of them isn't even in the episode.

A Very happy happy man 🤭

[dksw0rld]

I’ve never felt a love this safe. This secure. This abundant. This pure. This passionate. This beautiful. Please don’t listen to people saying this type of love doesn’t exist. That these types of men don’t exist. They do. They truly do. This type of love rarely ever (if ever) finds you when you’re looking for it. This type of love comes when you’re so in love with yourself, you attract your better half. I couldn’t be more grateful for the introspection I did before I met him. I fell deeper in love with myself and the man of my dreams found me. Real, genuine, passionate, pure love does exist.

[industrations]

Loves of my life

[kinard-evan]

Their soft looks towards one another.

Buck has literal stars in his eyes for Tommy

Thinking about the little sigh he lets out around Tommy

Also the fluttering of his eyes 😭😩

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

[He perks at the kiss, his wings vibrating happily]

"love you too Static"

[out of nowhere, a very tired and seemingly shaken N0va flops onto one of the couches, one of their hands wrapped around their torso]

[Statics tail flicks worriedly and they're promptly by his side, glancing along his form briefly]

"you doin alright Angel?"

[fivelila]

I solemnly swear to protect my cute babies at all costs.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[margaretcruzemark]

Couple goals, french edition loading.

[19silvermirrors]

Qijiu Week 2024 Day 4 - Feast (of your touch) 🌸

[kvohru]

sweet nothing | s. gojo x reader

in which gojo satoru and the reader cuddle to sleep. they're so in love. was written as a fem reader but im pretty sure it could also be seen as gender neutral!

Lazy days — like today — were your favourite. Those mid-autumn days where the summer heat finally broke and made way for a chilly breeze, and the sky looked a cool white instead of bright blue. The quiet clicking sound of your typing floated through the air in your otherwise quiet room, and along with the faraway sound of the shower running, aided in the creation of a quaint atmosphere.

Time went by, and just as you were finishing up your work on your laptop, you heard the shower turn off, and the distinct creaking of the hinges on your shower cabin door. With an exhausted groan, you decided you'd worked enough for today, and you stood up from your chair, stretching your sore body. Your head pounded as you turned around and walked towards the king-size bed you shared with your boyfriend, and the moment you were close enough, you let your body fall into the bed.

The relief was so acute you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips, your whole body melting into the Purple mattress your boyfriend convinced you to buy earlier that year. Gosh, who knew your mattress quality would have that big of an effect on your quality of life? Well, Satoru clearly did.

“Hey.” The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you tiredly turned your head to the other side to look at him. Satoru, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white towel on his shoulders, was shutting the bathroom door, steam escaping through the small crack. “You done?” he asked, lifting the towel around his neck to his hair and quite aggressively drying it.

You had half a mind to remind him how damaging towel fibers were for his hair, but, remembering the fact that his hair remained silky regardless of anything, you forewent the thought.

You didn't respond to his question immediately, your eyes idly roaming over his body from top to bottom. From the wet, white hair that was falling over those brilliant blue eyes of his, to the wide expanse of pale skin and taut muscles. “Hm?” he prompted, movements lithe as he walked to the vanity and uncapped his leave in conditioner — the only hair maintenance product you could convince him to use.

Your eyes automatically followed his movements, now meeting his in the mirror as you adjusted yourself and climbed into bed properly, albeit with no real intention of falling asleep. He seemed to have that effect on you. Like a sunflower turning towards its namesake, no matter where he went, you always gravitated towards him, both consciously and unconsciously.

“Yeah,” you responded eventually and grabbed the fantasy novel you were in the middle of, “there wasn't too much to do, anyway.”

He hummed in response, raking his product-coated hands into his hair before shaking it out. With effort, your eyes slid away from his and focused onto the open book in your lap, and you let yourself be taken away by the intricate world woven by the words of your favourite author.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

A few hours went by, and despite having ‘no real intention of falling asleep’, you fell asleep. Shocker.

It was now a little later in the day, the sun no longer cresting the sky, but rather melting into the horizon, the priorly pale gray sky turning varying shades of purple, pink and orange.

“Babe, do you think—” Satoru started, turning his gaze away from his phone, where he'd been checking his emails, to you, whom he was laying in bed next to, his (still shirtless) body angled towards yours. He had his phone in one hand, while the other was resting over your shoulder, idly playing with the ends of your hair. His question dissolved on his tongue at the sight of you asleep, eyes shut with your lashes fanning over your cheeks and lips ever so slightly parted, making way for soft breaths.

His own lips stretched into an amused grin, dimples etched into his cheeks. “I'm not gonna fall asleep, ’Toru,” he muttered, repeating your words from earlier. “I'm just gonna lay down!” He grabbed the book you had left open on your stomach and slipped the bookmark — that one the two of you had DIYed a few months ago (yes, he has a matching one) — back into it.

He turned the paperback over in his hand, long fingers splayed over the 500-page behemoth. It was by an author he'd seen you read numerous times, that one you had a whole shelf dedicated to. With a hum, he turned to place the book on his bedside table.

He twisted his torso away from you, that innate need for physical closeness to you keeping the rest of his body fixed in its spot. His defined obliques rippled with the motion, and he released a quiet noise from the back of his throat as he stretched to put the book down.

Straining to push it further with his fingers, as soon as Gojo was sure it was a safe distance away from the edge, he turned back to you, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms, which were loosely folded in front of your chest, pressed against his hard chest when he pulled you into him, and you instinctively nuzzled closer, drawn by his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne.

He pushed his phone away before resting his hand on your upper back, his thumb rubbing unceasing circles between your shoulder blades, and he reached down to kiss the top of your head. Only lightly, though, he reminded himself, since he didn't want to wake you up.

One kiss turned into two, and he used his unoccupied hand to push away a strand of hair from your face to press his lips to your forehead, before the two kisses turned into three and the three into four.

He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, and you, despite his best efforts at remaining gentle, stirred in his arms, your eyes flitting back and forth underneath your eyelids. He cursed under his breath, mentally chiding himself before brushing a stray curl away from your face and whispering a soft, “Sorry, baby.”

You made a soft humming noise but, thankfully, didn't wake up, only rested your head against his arm. He let himself relax against you, content in watching you sleep while playing with your hair, and eventually, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off with the feeling of your soft, warm skin against his.

Man, lazy days were his favourite.

[will80sbyers]

Mike makes Will feel safe and it's reciprocated because Mike opens up to him so easily when he's distressed about the fight with El... he doesn't even need to say anything, Will just sits down near him and Mike immediately starts talking about how he feels and the same thing in the van... Will makes him feel safe emotionally, something that doesn't happen in his relationship with El... and on the other side Mike makes Will feel brave and like he's gonna be okay if Mike is with him because Mike knows what to do and in Will's eyes Mike is a hero, the Paladin that will always protect him... 💗

[pbandjelly535]

Never beating the allegations when y’all can’t control your faces😆

[scrollonso]

"rivals" "enemies" LOVERS.

[dem0nkaii]

Happy Pride Everyone 🤍🏳️‍🌈✨

[jojosbizarrekakyoinobsession]

They’re so in sync that they even finish each other’s sentences.

Relationship goals all the way.