#// this is adorable

[angellic4l]

YES, spencer reid IS the type of man to do facemasks with his gf

face masks ; spencer reid

synopsis: after a stressful case, all spencer wants to do is relax. what better way to that than have you spend the night doing face masks?

warnings: established relationship with fem!reader, earlyseasons!spencer in mind, spencer being a flustered cutie, mentions of touches & kisses, few mentions of spencer being insecure & reader assuring him, few mentions of nicknames/pet names (honey, ace)

“is it going to feel weird?”

spencer watched over your shoulder as you mixed the face mask solution together with water & the powder, eyes interested as the mixture slowly came together to form a slight green paste.

“it might feel a little cold, but that’s normal” you assured, smiling to yourself when you felt one of his slightly cold hands on your waist, his thumb slipping under your tank top a tad.

you both were huddled in front of his bathroom counter, cozy pyjamas on freshly showered skin, mops of hair still air drying. tonight was the first time you were sleeping over at spencer’s place since you made your relationship official, & the whole night just felt natural. it was nice to be in each others’ presence at the end of the day, especially after a tiresome one like today.

“will you put it on me, please?” he asked, the pleas sounding soft in your ears. you could tell he was feeling a little shy, even sheepish, & you thought it was cute.

you looked up at him with a smile, nodding to the closed toilet lid (which you cleaned prior). “of course”.

spencer pulled away from you to sit down, lightly tapping his sock clad feet against the bathroom floor tiles as he watched you follow suit with the bowl & face mask applicator in hand. “ready to relax?” you asked as you stood between his legs, noticing how his hands were itching to touch you.

with a knowing look, spencer let his hands settle comfortably on the sides of your bare thighs, thumbs moving in circles. “yes” he nodded enthusiastically as you gathered some of the face mask on the applicator, holding his cheek with one hand as you gently smoothed it on his skin.

you didn’t rush your movements, taking your time to apply the mixture evenly. spencer started to hum a gentle tune as you moved from his cheeks to his forehead, causing your lips to pull into a grin when your eyes met. as he was caught, he went silent to your dismay.

“you can keep going” you told him, more so murmured due to the closeness between you.

he slightly furrowed his brow. “it’s not weird?” spencer asked, voice matching your tone.

pausing your movements, you gave him that genuine twinkle in your eye as you shook your head ‘no’.

“i like it, it’s nice”

you continued applying the face mask when he started humming again, the mixture cracking a little on the skin by his mouth as he smiled, allowing himself to relax. you were done in no time, taking his hand in yours to pull him to the mirror so he could see your work.

“what’d you think, ace?” you asked as he took himself in, watching as he let out a chuckle at his reflection. the nickname you had for him, resulting from a long night weeks ago of playing cards, left him feeling gooey on the inside.

he squeezed your hand. “i look a little silly, but that’s part of it right?” he turned to you, feeling warmth grow in his chest as you nodded with a wide smile of your face.

spencer took a mental screenshot of you in this moment. he wanted to remember it.

“do you wanna do me?” you asked as you grabbed the bowl & applicator from the counter, mixing the face mask formula a bit. the double meaning of the statement didn’t cross your mind, & spencer was thankful you couldn’t see how red his cheeks were.

but he knew what you really meant.

“y-yeah, i’d be honoured” he took the bowl from your hands after he helped you onto the counter, tucking a piece of hair that fell from your ponytail behind your ear once you were settled.

“hi honey” spencer breathed out as he now stood between your legs, looking at you like you hung the moon.

“hi” your hands rested on his shoulders, fingers rubbing against the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

he soon got to work, trying to apply the mask evenly without accidentally brushing some of it against your hairline. spencer knew you wouldn’t care of he did, but he still wanted to avoid that—the perfectionism inside him was taking over.

“you’re doing good” you murmured as you watched him smooth the mask over your nose with his index finger, scrunching your nose as he slightly tickled your skin.

spencer didn’t even notice that your thighs were loosely wrapped around his waist now, his focus staying on applying the face mask.

with a small ‘boop’ to your nose, spencer was finished, helping you down from the counter to stand beside him.

“i tried making it as even as possible, the texture wasn’t as bad as i thought it was” he noted as you looked at your reflection, turning to him with a bright smile as he washed his hands, drying them off with a freshly cleaned towel.

“you’re a natural” you rubbed his upper arms, letting his hands fall to your lower back.

“how long do we wait?” he titled his head to the side.

“about fifteen minutes, then we wash it off with lukewarm water & a cloth” you answered, seeing a light bulb go off in his head.

“we could sit on the couch & start a movie—only if you want to” spencer proposed, adding the last part even though he didn’t need to.

he watched as you rubbed his skin with sticky sweet affection. he secretly wished your fingerprints would mark his skin if it meant that your touch would never leave him.

“i’d love to—you can pick” you winked, leaving spencer flustered as he followed you to the living room.

within a minute, your legs were in spencer’s lap as you both settled into the couch cushions, eyes on the the tv screen after you set a timer on your phone. however, you couldn’t stop looking at him as his hands subconsciously massaged your calves sweetly, a content look present on his face.

“i’m really happy you invited me here tonight” your voice broke spencer’s gaze on the tv, his soft eyes turning towards you & how your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“i like having you around… you being here helps me relax” he admitted, subtly letting his eyes fall to your lips. you felt love bloom in your chest, spreading all over your skin at his words.

it was like you had read spencer’s mind as you leaned forward a tiny bit to press your lips to his in a longing peck. you tasted like like mint lip balm you wore, while spencer tasted like the tea he made an hour ago.

you both didn’t care if your face masks looked a little wonky after that kiss, both of you were just happy to be in each others’ company.

[alexturntable]

Will Buxton got the stuffed Leo toy from a fan and gave it to the mechanics who put it in Charles’ car 😭

[abittoosweetie]

Gregory and Janine’s engagement photos

These pics are beautiful.

[shiftythrifting]

Just a very pretty teapot featuring blossom and bees and a bear after the honey. 

In the Barnardo’s charity shop in Roborough, in Devon, UK.

[bagelsandlocks]

Accurate.

I tried to clean my home but it seems like nothing ever gets done🤔

[owlphibiaisthebest15]

No thoughts! Just Amity being good with kids!

[zeevoidlight]

....

I'm not crying... You're crying T-T...

(my chicken heart can't handle the cuteness)

[maybe-im-dark]

Like every morning, Logan does his workout routine. He begins with stretching. Wade is woken up by squeaking sounds. He turns around and sees Logan doing stretches. Every time he bends down, there's the squeaking. And Wade realizes it's his joints because they're made out of metal and bursts out laughing.

"What? I can't help it! I'm stiff after sleeping!", Logan hisses.

"Oh peanut i didn't think i could love you more, but this is adorable!"

He gives his husband a kiss and goes to make breakfast.

[stardustsecret]

THIS IS SO SWEET IM A PILE OF MUSH

The Gift of Flowers - a soft Jake blurb

How he did it, you would never figure it out. He kept this talent of his a secret from you in order to keep the surprises coming your way. No matter how hard you tried, he still had you surprised whenever you went to open a cupboard door in the kitchen or walked into a different room. He was sneaky and he was determined to keep it that way. Always catching you off guard and it was one of his favorite things to do. Instead of telling you how he pulled up such a trick, he’d simply grin at you and wink. Normally his playful teasing was met with an annoyed eye roll or smacking your lips.

When the two of you had started dating a handful of years ago, he learned all of your favorite things. Movies, books, food, your favorite color, etc. He committed everything to memory. One thing he never forgot was your favorite flower.

At first he started just simply buying them whenever you two went out on dates or just because. He kept the ‘just because’ part going over the years and giving it a twist.

It was just after the first year of being together was complete and he wanted to surprise you with your favorite flowers. There was no date coming up or anything of importance, but it didn't matter to him. He did it because he loved you and because he enjoyed seeing that smile on your face when you found them.

He somehow had managed to leave your apartment very early one morning to sneak out to the flower shop to buy you flowers and hide them before you could wake up. He wanted to brighten your day so he hid a thin bouquet of flowers inside of your medicine cabinet, knowing you’d find them when you opened the mirrored door to grab your toothpaste.

He was right because you came back out to the bedroom with a shy smile on your face. He’d only smile and kiss you, shrugging his shoulders when you asked how he did it, “That’s for me to know.” He says.

“Well thank you,” You say, kissing him again. “I love them.”

“I’m glad you do,” He says.

“You won’t ever tell me your secret ways, will you?”

Jake shakes his head. “Never. It’s more romantic this way.”

He continued doing it more after that. The next time you found flowers from him, they were in the cupboard where you keep the coffee mugs. There was a bouquet of them sitting in a mug. Pulling them out of the cupboard, you smell them and smile at the sweet scent before taking out your phone and sending him a picture of the flowers.

You: How long have they been here?

Jake: Not long ;)

You: How did you get them into my apartment? You’ve been gone for three days.

Jake: I have my ways.

You: That’s creepy, but also sweet. They’re beautiful. Thank you.

Jake: You’re welcome. I’ll be home soon.

On random days you would find flowers in your car, sometimes resting on your reading chair, or a new bouquet in a vase on the kitchen counter note attached and written in Jake’s handwriting. Part of you was convinced that he was a magician, Houdini in fact, with the ways that he slipped in unnoticed, left the flowers, and slipped right back out as if he was never there.

Soon it changed from not only giving you beautiful bouquets, but he would start leaving individual flowers in the pockets of your coat. You remembered one morning on an April morning, as you put on your raincoat, you stuffed your keys into the right pocket when you felt the soft petal against your fingertips.

Pulling the flower out of your pocket, you smile when you see the beautiful color standing out against your skin. You send him the photo of the flower and he instantly replies back:

Jake: A little beauty on this rainy and gloomy day.

You smile again, sticking the flower back into your pocket and heading out into the pouring rain.

Some mornings you would wake up to a single flower placed delicately on the nightstand beside your bed. Once he left one on the pillow beside your head for you to see when you woke up the following morning. Though he refuses to go into your purse, he left a flower inside of it. You discovered it when you were looking for your wallet at the coffee shop.

As he left you flowers in the most random of places, he hadn’t realized you were saving them, hiding them away in your jewelry box. That is until he went in to retrieve a necklace to match your outfit for the evening. Lifting the lid to your jewelry box, he doesn't find your necklace or the multitude of rings you own, he instead finds all of the flowers he has given you over the years. You had cut them from their stems, storing them inside there and letting them dry out.

“I refuse to throw them out,” You say from the doorway.

“I'm surprised you kept them.” He says.

“Hmm, guess I surprised the surpriser.” You say as you kiss his cheek. “I hope you never stop surprising me with them. Though how many other places can you surprise me with them?”

“I have some ideas in mind,” He says. “But I will never stop giving them to you. I love the smile it brings to your face when you find them.”

“Hmm, guess I’ll have to take a page out of your book.” You say, leafing through the dried flowers and picking out your necklace. You place a delicate kiss on his cheek. “What's your favorite flower?”

“I don’t need flowers,” He says. “I find joy just by gifting them to you.”

You clip on your necklace before reaching up to fix the collar on his shirt. “Think of your favorite flower.. Maybe you’ll wake up to some of your own.” You wink at him, kissing his cheek once more and leaving the bedroom.

Jake looks back at the dried flowers and scoffs. “I might like tulips,” He says as he follows you out of the room.

[fcb-mv33]

“Maxy”😭

[knyontop]

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Being a little lost kid in neverland! >0< thought this was rly cute <3

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[intairnwetrust]

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[namtanlovesfilm]

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