massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day
cupping their cheeks
random "i love you"'s just in case they forgot
kisses on the cheeks
kisses on the tip of their nose
or on their upper lip/cupids bow
playing with their fingers
reading with them
taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so.
fixing their hair for them
pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside
linking arms
tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around
knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen
recording their favorite show on the dvr because you know they'll be in a little late tonight and miss it
gently wiping something off of their face and noticing them smiling because you're just so cute and close
pulling each other into the warmest hugs
dancing together for the first time
letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it
giving them a bite of your food
brushing your teeth together and looking at yourselves in the mirror
resting your head on their shoulder
#Mr. Cape is an icon
Hello! Just a Steven for youu 😄
Just look at him.
Imagine him coming home from work, having spent the day being berated and bullied by his boss, (he always bites his tongue because he's just too much of a nice guy to retaliate.) He feels tired and worn down, like his sanity is only being held together by a thread.
But then he opens the door to his apartment and sees you and it's as if he's just witnessed the sunrise after an endless winter. The tension melts from his shoulders and he doesn't even bother kicking off his shoes or removing his jacket as he makes a beeline for the couch and joins you there.
You've grown accustomed to him being the small spoon and his body moulds perfectly against yours as if whoever was responsible for your existence had prior knowledge of your union and created you both accordingly.
He'd tell you about his day, speaking his words into your neck and adding that his work shift was only made survivable by the knowledge that afterwards he'd get to return to you. He'd probably apologize for being tired and not making much conversation because he's just that sweet.
Such pretty, strained whimpers would fall past his parted lips when your fingers work their way into his curls and he'd just fall apart beneath your hand, secure in the knowledge that you'll put him back together again when the time comes.
*takes you on a museum date and proceeds to explain the most disgusting and bizarre facts to you with unveiled excitement*
Rain, books, museums, Greek mythology, tea, music, poetry, academic validation, handwritten letters, art, academic rivals, psychological phenomena, storms, turtlenecks, plants,quoting poets and authors, coffee, the smell of sea breeze, annotating , morally grey characters, candles, rings, philosophical questions
Cop: sit on that chair, this is an interrogation
Sigyn, whispering: deny everything
Loki confidently: that isn’t a chair
you know what's tender? calling someone endearments. do you know what's gentle? adding 'my' before those endearments. love? ya but listen to me. my love. of course, yes, a thousand times over.
Watching Sherlock makes me want to put on a long coat and stride around in breezy weather
Pairings:Â Steven Grant x f!reader, Marc Spector x f!reader
Summary: There’s always been an unwritten rule in your relationship: Marc cuddles you, you cuddle Steven. But they’ve been talking, and maybe it’s time for that rule to change. Moments of softness between you, Marc, and Steven. ~1,500 words
Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, general softness, not edited, not my GIF
A/N: I did my DID research, but I absolutely might have gotten something wrong. I’m working with the same creative ideas (e.g. reflections) that the show has given us. Please let me know if there is something I need to change in my representation of DID.
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You’re wrapped up in Marc’s arms the way you always are. He’s half-sitting half-laying in bed in nothing more than a pair of sweats while you are curled against his side, head on his shoulder, a leg tossed over his, an arm around his waist. His hand is just above your knee as his thumb draws small circles on the bare skin of your leg. With his other hand, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as he watches some show or another on the TV. Your eyes are shut, not watching with him, not even listening really, just enjoying his warmth, the rhythm of his breath under you, this rare moment of peace when he isn’t off fighting crime in a white suit.
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"love" is already cute as fuck, but "my love" will put the biggest smile on my face and will have me dreamily sighing when I think about you later
people who sneak in book quotes in their everyday conversations are my favorite. then the bright smile on their face when you let them know that you recognize it? nothing beats it.