sexiest person on the planet

seventeen in a nutshell

scoups: that dad at the barbecue wearing a ‘kiss the cook’ apron while doing the Dad Dance

jeonghan: Little Shit™

joshua: god of english, america and beauty in its purest form

jun: no ones quite sure what he does,,, who is he??

hoshi: simultaneously the cutest and sexiest person on the planet

wonwoo: 2009 emo kid

woozi: satanic bunny rabbit

dk: the actual sun. do not get too close or you shall be blinded

mingyu: dumb puppy (he cute tho)

the8: he ain’t as adorable as he looks

seungkwan: celine dion who? mariah carey who?? beyoncé who???

vernon: headlines headlines

dino: too much talent to be contained in a single human. overloading. self-destruct sequence initiated.

overall: disgusting. do not stan these absolute losers.

and i have loved you wild - chapter 7 (scarletwidow)

and i have loved you wild - chapter 7 (natasha romanoff/wanda maximoff)

Natasha looks up to where Wanda is watching her, to the cold spoon touching her lips, and it shouldn’t be so hot to open your mouth for a spoonful of dessert, but the way Wanda is looking at her makes her feel like the sexiest person on the planet, makes her lick her lips slow and wet, letting the ice cream melt on her tongue.

“Does Auntie Wandy’s ice cream taste better?” Dahlia is there next to them, watching Natasha be spoon-fed with an amused, mischievous look on her face. Natasha forces herself not to laugh as she tries to swallow, and when she’s succeeded she looks up at Dahlia with a schooled face, serious eyes.

“Your Aunt Wanda’s ice cream is the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted,” she says, settling back against the pillows and letting her shoulder press against Wanda’s. Dahlia seems to think this is hilarious, and her giggles echo around the room as she settles into the little bed she’s made at the foot of their pile of blankets, scooping up a huge spoonful of her own and eating it as she turns her attention to the movie.

“You haven’t even tasted my ice cream yet,” Wanda says right against her ear, cold lips on flushed skin. Natasha closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting the arousal she’s been trying to fight all evening course through her, ending in a throb between her legs.

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Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

Could you do a dean x reader where the reader is a hunter but doesn’t live with the boys. Dean has feelings for the reader ( and vice versa). Dean calls her almost every night to make sure she’s okay. If their happen on the same hunt, Dean makes sure to share a bed with her. if he heard other hunters talk about her he becomes jealous. The reader is hurt on a hunt and when Dean finds out he freak out and he tells her his feelings. if you can also put Sam or Cas who notice the behavior of Dean.

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Looking at the clock Dean wondered if it was too early to call. But given that Y/N didn’t answer last night he decided it’s never too early to call. He got up out the chair in the library, grabbing his cell he headed for his room.

‘Tell Y/N we said hi,’ Sam called.

Dean stopped. ‘What I’m not calling Y/N,’ he stumbled his words.

‘Dean, you call her every night.’

’What, no I don’t.’

‘Last Tuesday was the first night in a month you haven’t called her or seen her.’ Cas added, ‘And that was because you were unconscious.’

Dean pulled a face at the two men at the table.

‘Shut up!’ he snapped leaving the room, dialling Y/N’s number.

‘Hey Sweetheart,’ he smiled when she answered, frowning as he heard a crash and swearing. ‘Y/N? What’s going on? Are you ok?’

‘Mmmm hmmm. 2 seconds.’

He could hear movement.

‘Sorry tripped on the garage step. How are you? How was the hunt?’

‘It’s 11pm why aren’t you already inside?’

‘I literally just walked in from a hunt.’

He heard her moving again and a zip going. He knew she was pulling off her boots, he waited knowing a sigh was coming.

‘That’s why you didn’t answer when I rang?’

‘Sorry about that, I was going to call back but it was late by the time I finished. I didn’t want to wake you.’

‘It wouldn’t have bothered me, Y/N,’ he sighed.

Dean had lost count of the amount of times he had told her that. He just needed to know she was safe.

Y/N listened to the sigh and knew she had upset him. She felt bad, she knew he worried and liked her to check in. But she hated disturbing him, especially if he was sleeping. On the flip side she hated not talking to him. Even looking at his name of her caller ID sent goose bumps across her body, and caused her heart to race. To be honest she didn’t even need that to get her body racing. Neither did Dean. This woman had him hook line and sinker. The only catch is that they weren’t together. Both wanted each other more than anything else known to man, but neither will admit it.

They talked through the night, Dean listening as Y/N got sleepier and sleepier. Eventually falling asleep on the phone, he couldn’t help but smile. He laid down in his own bed and just listened for a while, imagining she was laying next to him. Her breathing soft, he stayed listening until her heard the thunk as she dropped the phone on the floor. He knew she never even made it to her bed. The noise was too loud, and her bedroom floor was carpet. He hung up then, flicking through his phone looking at the photos he had taken of her, most of them she wasn’t even aware of, those natural ones where his favourite.

Dean’s phone went off the next day, Sorry about last night, please don’t hate me. I’m off again, apparently a huge about of black eyed punks doing what they do best. Will talk later, maybe even drop in on the way back if your in. xx Dean looked at his phone and smiled at the first part, frowned at the second.

‘Sammy? Grab your gear, we got a case,’ he called to his brother.

‘Really? What? Where?’ Sam asked, walking down the hall brushing his teeth.

‘Demons, not sure where.’

‘Y/N?’ Sam grinned, knowing she was the only person in the world able to wake Dean up this early and have him still happy.

‘Just grab your gear,’ Dean snapped, trying to hide the blush forming on his cheeks.

Sam disappeared as Dean called Y/N

‘Never in a million years could I hate you. Besides it’s fun to listen to you snore.’

‘I do not,’ she laughed.

‘No, you’re right Sweetheart, you just talk in your sleep,’ Dean grinned.

‘Wait, what? No I didn’t did I? Oh my God, shit. What did I say?’

Dean couldn’t help but laugh, picturing her close her eyes as she got embarrassed, the pink flush that would go across her face, the hand that would cover it, as she bit her lip.

She was in a panic worrying that she had admitted her feelings for Dean, or worse actually spoken parts of last nights dream out loud. Those sorts of dreams should not be shared with anyone, regardless of how amazing they were. It happened every time she fell asleep listening to him talk.

‘Not much just that I am the most awesome, sexiest, most amazing man alive and hunt better than any other person on this planet.’

‘Pft that’s old news. I thought you already knew that.’

It was Dean’s turn to blush, he was only kidding around and while he knew Y/N was too, she sounded so serious.

‘So hot stuff, what can I do for you?’ she asked as she packed up her bag.

‘Well, seeming as I am so amazing and such a great hunter, I thought I’d offer my services. Want Sammy and I to tag along. Help out. Catch up. It’s been ages since I see you. We seen you,’ he added the last part quickly.

Y/N giggled, ‘Sweetie, it’s been a week.’

‘Exactly, it’s been ages and too long. Now where are we meeting.’

The trio met at a motel, Dean organised a room.

‘One room?’ Sam asked, in mock surprised.

He knew what was coming. Dean always booked one room, two beds. That way he had no choice but to share with Y/N, every morning Sam would wake and find Dean had managed to get her in his arms either spooning her from behind or her asleep on his chest. Dean’s crush was so obvious. His actions so plain that even Cas had started noticing, the real tipping point for Cas figuring it out was when Dean broke the nose of a hunter he had met in a bar who was talking highly inappropriately about Y/N. She was a well known hunter, she could handle her own, always offered to help if needed, sweet, smart and hot. That jerk had gave detailed descriptions of what he wanted to do to Y/N next time he met up with her. Although Dean knew she would never go along with it, what the guy said pissed him off. So he hit him. Usually he just sat there and brooded, clenching his fists, tensing his jaw, picturing hitting the bloke. Sure she had a great arse, a fine, perfect, gorgeous, tight arse and her stomach was a flat as a board and her breasts…he got lost in his thoughts so many times. But these guys didn’t need to be looking. She wasn’t there’s to look at let alone think about in that way.

‘Yep, they were booked out. Best I could do,’ Dean said grabbing his bag.

Sam looked at the empty lot.

‘Really? You think she will buy that.’

‘Shut up Sammy.’

Y/N arrived later and Dean rushed out to help her with her bags. Pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek, breathing her in. He watched her during the night as she joked around and talked with the boys. As she bit her thumbnail while researching, what he wouldn’t give to be that thumbnail.

Come bedtime, Y/N climbed straight into one of the beds, she knew she was sharing with Dean. It didn’t surprise her or bother her. She never questioned it. In fact she loved it, being that close to him having his arms around her. It was the closest she knew she would get to being in a relationship with him. She knew he wasn’t the dating kind. So she embraced this close friendship they had.

The hunt went off without a hitch, easily, more easily that Dean would have liked. He was grateful that no one was hurt, especially Y/N but being over quickly meant she was going home. He sulked slightly over breakfast; Y/N knew he hated this part. Even though they would talk tonight, and well probably later today even if it’s a quick text.

‘Dean, I love you but if you don’t quit sulking I am going to go swap all the cassettes in baby with pop music.’

All Dean heard out of that was I love you. He knew it was a platonic friendship I love you but still, he would take what he can get. Those words on her lips made his day. He laughed.

‘Fine, I’ll be a friggen bag of sunshine,’ he grinned, the smile leaving as she stood.

‘Fabulous. I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.’

Y/N gave Sam a quick hug and went to say goodbye to Dean but he offered to walk with her to her car.

‘Let me know when you are home,’ he ordered.

‘Always do.’

He pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. His smile gone once she drove away.


‘Why the hell isn’t she answering?’ Dean yelled.

Sam sighed, his brother had been like this for five days now. He had to admit even he was starting to worry. Even if she was on a hunt, she would have contacted Dean by now.

‘Maybe she lost her phone?’ Sam suggested, watching Dean pace. ‘It’s Y/N I’m sure she’s fine. There’s bound to be a reasonable explanation.’

But Dean wasn’t listening, he stormed off into his room slamming the door. Not long after he walked out Cas arrived, having a quite word with Sam. Neither was looking forward to the conversation with Dean.

The Winchester and the angel knocked on Dean’s door. Opening they found Dean packing his bag,

‘Where are you going?’ Sam asked

‘Y/N’s place.’

‘Dean,’ Cas said.

'What?’ Cas watched as Dean threw in more shirts.

‘Y/N’s not at home.’

‘You know where she is? Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I only just found out.’

‘Damn it Cas. Where is she?’

‘A hospital in Denver.’

‘What?’ Dean felt sick, anger, panic, fear all running through him.

‘She was on a hunt and a hellhound attacked her.’

The two men watched as Dean paled. They both knew what she meant to him.

‘Take me there. Now,’ he demanded.

Cas did as he was told.
    

Dean watched through the window of the hospital room at the woman laying in the bed, tubes and wires coming off her. She was a ghost of the person she was. Her skin had lost its glow, her hair no longer shining. Bandages covering her arms and legs. He rushed in kissing her, tears running down his face. Wiping the tears off Y/N’s cheeks.  

‘Oh baby. Are you ok? Why didn’t you call me?’

‘You know same old, didn’t want to wake you,’ she tried to smile.

Dean kissed her head, her cheek. Struggling to hold back.

‘What happened?’

‘Damn witch brought a hellhound to the party.’

‘Son of a bitch.’

Y/N watched the anger grow across Dean’s face.

‘Don’t stress, I got both of them,’ she grinned, struggling to breath.

Dean frowned at her. Mildly annoyed that he didn’t get the pleasure of making the bitch suffer himself for what she did to Y/N.

‘I’m sorry Dean, please don’t be mad.’

‘Sweetheart I’d never be mad at you. Why didn’t you call me?’

'I just woke up, I’ve been in surgery and drugged out the past I don’t know how long. As soon as I came too I prayed for Cas, figured it was quicker.’

Dean was rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

'You took on the witch alone?’

Y/N could here the anger in Dean’s voice. She knew he hated her hunting solo.

‘Calm down.’

‘You could have died.’

‘And yet I didn’t,’ she smiled cheekily, normally Dean would have melted under that smile but not today.

‘This isn’t a game, Y/N.’

‘I know it’s not,’ She sighed.

'What the hell am I supposed to do if something happens to you?’

‘Be relieved that your phone bill has gone down.’

She watched as his jaw tensed up, obviously he wasn’t seeing the funny side of things tonight.

‘Dean,’ she tried to calm him down.

‘I can’t loose you Y/N. I love you so much, it scares the hell out of me that you hunt alone. I have barely been able to function because you wouldn’t answer. It isn’t some joke dammit.’

She watched as tears ran down his face, the look of guilt appeared. She knew what he was doing blaming himself for not being here.

‘Dean, I’m fine. I will be fine. And if I wasn’t, in time I am sure you’d find another friend to put up with your late night phone calls.’

‘I don’t want anyone else Y/N I want you. Always have.’ He kissed her then, properly kissed her. The way they have both wanted for so long. ‘I love you Y/N.’

‘I love you too Dean,’ Y/N grinned between tears.

Dean, sat next to her on the bed, kissing her head. Smiling as she relaxed with her head on his chest.

‘So, I sorta lost my mobile. I won’t be able to talk tonight,’ she said quietly as she was drifting off.

‘I’m hoping that once you are outta here I won’t have to call you to talk. I just need to roll over,’ he muttered.

He listened as her breathing changed and he knew she was falling asleep, in his arms. Where she belonged.

anonymous asked:

Could I request a gif reaction of Leo when he sees you wearing one of his sweaters that he thought went missing? :D

Hi there! Thanks for requesting from us! Hope you’ll enjoy it :D

*when he sees you wearing that sweater* “Is that my… Yup! No, no need for explanations, I just confirmed one of my most important theories”

“That was my fave, but damn she looks hot or what?!”

“What theory you ask? Well, firstly, I think I know where I can find the rest of my white shirts… don’t I? And secondly, I just confirmed that I am the luckiest on this planet since the sexiest person walks around wearing my clothes :>”

Sportsmed!Brittana Part 3

Here we go!


Santana slammed the door to her and Quinn’s small apartment, “Brittany Pierce can go fuck herself.” She grumbled into the empty living room.

Quinn appeared from the hall way dressed only in a robe, “Santana it’s 2 am. What the hell is your problem?”

The Latina was obviously pretty drunk. Swaying as she was now standing in the kitchen hunting a beer down. “Sorry Q. I know you and the hobbit were sleeping. Apparently Brittany has a boyfriend.” Santana swung the beer in her hand around, with the container open. Spilling beer all over the floor. “We have been fucking for 3 weeks…and she has a god damn boyfriend.”

Quinn grabbed the beer out of Santana’s hand and dragged her off toward her bedroom. “Honey, I’m sorry things are messy. But if you drink anymore you are going to start crying.”

Santana just huffed out as she started to take her Jersey off, “I would not fucking cry.” She glared at Quinn, “I would not.”

The blonde could see her eyes starting to water. She knew her best friend was going to start the water works shortly. She just sighed and put her hand on the door, “Get your pamajas on and I’ll be right back.

“Fuck you, Q.” She threw her shirt off cross her bedroom. “I don’t need to be fucking babysat.” She went to step out of her pants and nearly fell on to her bed.

A few minutes later Quinn came back with some Advil, water, and some toast. “Drink the water with the toast and take 4 Advil. We can talk about Brittany in the morning when you get up.” She set them on Santana’s night stand.

“Shut up, Q.” She sighed out. She was overly annoyed and fairly irrational at this point. She at least managed to dress herself. She walked over to Quinn and gave her a small hug. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”

Santana woke up to bright light and the smell of pancakes and bacon. She groaned as she rolled over to look at the clock. It was almost 11. Quinn had let her sleep in. Usually after one of her drunken stupors, her best friend will punish her with loud cleaning very early in the morning. She also assumed by the smell of bacon, Rachel must have had work this morning. Quinn was sensitive enough to not cook real bacon in the morning when the diva was there.

She grabbed her glasses off her night stand and hobbled her way into the kitchen. “Q,” She mumbled out softly before she took a seat in at the table.

Quinn just sat a cup of coffee and a plate of food in front of her, “If you don’t have a hangover yet and you eat this you might dodge the bullet.”

Santana just nodded and took her first sip of coffee. “Life would just be easier if we just married each other.” She snarled out softly.

“You’re welcome,” Quinn had known Santana long enough and well enough that that was her form of a thank you. Just not in so many words. “We would kill each other.”

The soccer player just sighed, “That’s very true.” She shoveled almost a whole pancake in her mouth, “Madye I colled be da nun.”

Quinn sat down across from her at the table and laughed, “You couldn’t be a Nun, Santana. You like sex too much. You would probably literally die without it.” She snapped a piece of bacon in half and put it in mouth, “So what is this about Brittany and a boyfriend? I feel like I haven’t really seen you since you started whatever the fuck this is.”

“Well, the night of the fundraiser was the first night anything happened.” She pushed her food around her plate and shrugged. “We were supposed to go to dinner then go to her place. But she lives like 30-45 minutes outside of the city depending on the part of town you’re in.” She took another sip of her coffee, “So we just ended up here. We didn’t even make it to dinner.”

Santana had Brittany pinned up against the wall with the blonde’s long legs wrapped around her waist. The Latina was assaulting her neck with licks, kisses, and bites. The kind that would for sure leave marks for the next day.

Brittany grabbed her chin rough, bring their faces so close that Santana had to make eye contact. “Bedroom,now.” She unwrapped her legs lowing herself down slowly, she kissed the small brunette roughly, and started to push her backwards.

Quinn just sighed, “I remember that night.” She groaned out a little and finished off her piece of bacon, “There were clothes strung from the front door to your bedroom. I still don’t know how you got her underwear across the living room and on the lampshade.”

Santana smirked a little, “It had been a while since I had gotten any. Some of us don’t have girlfriends.”

Quinn slammed her hand down on the table, “Thank god I do. I’m so glad I went to Rachel’s that night so I didn’t have to hear you guys. Brittany is loud. Anyway, go on.”

The next morning Santana woke up in bed alone. She wasn’t really surprised by that. They had talked briefly about last night just being fun and she was okay with that. No note or text message. Santana didn’t really care.

Well, she didn’t care until she got to practice and Brittany was there. The blonde basically ignored her for the 2 hours they were there. She didn’t need to be hugged, kissed, and fawned over. But a hello would have been nice.

A little later Santana overheard one of the other girls ask Brittany about the marks all over her neck. The Latina’s chest did swell up with pride a little bit at the question. But what really surprised her was Brittany’s answer.

“Well, let’s just say I haven’t had that kind of fun in a really long time,” Brittany shuffled her bag on to her shoulder and went to leave. “I really hope I can get it to happen again.”

Santana didn’t think Brittany had seen her. She was around the corner changing basically hiding from plain sight. Brittany rounded the corner just as Santana pulled her shirt over her head, she looked up and caught Brittany’s wink as she left the locker room.

“So, do you think that was a professional thing? Like her not talking to you after?” The blonde asked softly.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Santana just huffed and crossed her arms leaning back in her chair. “So I see her at practice all that week. We talked a little bit more, but nothing you know sexy. Then she texted me 2 Fridays ago pretty much out of the blue.”

Santana shoved her law book out of the way when she heard her phone vibrate. She hoped to God it was Quinn getting out of work early so they could go get a drink. Brittany came across the screen with one new message it confused her.

Round 2?

Was all the text said. Santana didn’t need to be told what it meant. She texted back Yes, when and where. She grabbed her jacket and drove the 35 minutes to Brittany’s place. She didn’t end up coming home until 4 the Saturday afternoon.

“So at this point you guys have banged twice and that’s it?” Quinn was trying to follow as Santana filled in the blanks.

“Yea, pretty much,” She sighed out, “Then that Sunday, we went out and had lunch. She acted normal all week. We made plans again for Friday. Same kind of set up, but she came here instead. That was last weekend when you went to Rachel’s parents.”

“So what happened while I was gone? I haven’t really talked to you because all of the practice you have been having for the tournament.”

Brittany knocked on the door and patiently waited for Santana to open it. “Hey, San.” She said softly before she kissed the brunette deeply.

Santana just took at the door a little stunned. Sure Brittany had kissed her like that before, but she thought they were going to have dinner before they just started fucking. She had actually cooked for them. “Hey, Britt.”

They did end up having dinner, mostly talking about school and the tournament coming up. Santana cleaned up the dishes and got them both desert. Santana was a little confused when Brittany led them to the couch for what seemed to be movie watching time. Brittany had seemed pretty quiet most of the night. Letting Santana make up most of the conversation topics.

About half way through the movie their small kissed started to turn into a very hot and heavy make-out session. Brittany had lost her shirt over the side of the couch. Santana’s hair was down and her shirt was unbuttoned to the middle.

The Latina went to un-clasp the blonde’s bra when her hands were stopped by Brittany’s. The blonde lace their fingers together and pinned Santana’s hand above her head. “This week…getting past second base might not be a good idea.” She leaned down and started to kiss Santana’s neck. “At least not for me, but I can do whatever I want with you.”

Santana was about to ask why, when it registered with her. Brittany her been kind of quite. She looked exhausted. “Do you just want to go to bed?”

Brittany looked down at her confused. She wasn’t sure what her answer should be. “Do you want me to stay?”

Santana just shrugged, “I mean, I still have a heating pad from my shoulder. I also have chocolate. If you have better options, you can go if you want.”

“Let me get this straight. You couldn’t have sex because she was on her period. She offered to give you probably a whole night’s worth of sex, at least from what you say happens between you guys,” Quinn stuck her tongue out in disgust for a second, “And you instead ask her to sleepover and offer to take care of her.”

Santana just shrugged, “I know. That was the night I really fucked myself.”

Monday afternoon, was the first time since that Santana had seen Brittany. They were in the locker room getting ready for another long practice.

Brittany was checking her bag to make sure she had everything. She walked up to Santana holding a small plate with clear wrap on it. “Hey, San.” She said softly, standing in front of the Latina.

Santana looked up from the floor, she had been lacing her new cleats.  “Hey, Brittany.”

“These are for you,” The med-student said softly, “Kind of like a thank you for the other night.”

Santana wasn’t sure how someone could be the sexiest and the cutest person on the planet rolled into one. But Brittany did pull it off. Santana took the plate out of her hand and nodded. “No problem, Britt.” Santana pulled the clear plastic back and smiled. “How did you know snickerdoodles were my favorite?”

“A little blonde birdy told me,” She grinned a little bit, “I also don’t have class tomorrow night. I know you don’t either,” She leaned down towards Santana’s ear, “I’m game if you are.”

It took as second for what Brittany had said to sink in. “I don’t have anything on the books. My place?” She asked softly.

“Yea. I like your place. I’ll be here tomorrow anyway with the tennis team,” She leaned down and kissed the soccer player on the lips softly, “I’ll see you on the field, Thirteen.”

“So what happened after that?” Quinn for once was actually enjoying Santana’s escapades. Usually she told the Latina to keep them to herself.

“Well, she came over Tuesday night. She spent the night.” Santana said softly finishing up her coffee. “I mean, you saw her that morning. I heard her talking to you right before she left.”

The blonde just nodded. “Yea, she said something about an early class that day.”

Santana rolled over early in the morning feeling the other side of her bed for Brittany. When she came up empty, she grabbed her glasses from her night stand letting her eyes adjust for a second. She felt her breath get caught in her throat. Brittany was standing in Santana bathroom, with the door open. Leaning over the counter washing her face. Santana wasn’t sure if it was the sight of Brittany’s bear ass or the fact that the shirt said Lopez across the back, but one thing was for sure. She liked it.

“You’re up early. It’s not even 8.” Santana grumbled out as she rolled to her side putting her hand under her chin.

“Some of us aren’t lucky enough to have classes at noon most of the week. I have a 10 am. I have to get home to get ready for class,” Brittany replied softly as she walked back into the bedroom throwing her hair up into a messy bun.

“I can’t help it your major requires like 5 hour classes with 8 hours worth of labs.” She teases softly batting her eyelashes at the blonde.

Brittany sat on the edge of the bed and started to pull her jeans up. “Well, you also have to do nine thousand research papers.”

Santana traced the number 13 on the back of her jersey that Brittany was wearing. “That’s my away jersey. Since the game is home this weekend,” she leaned up and kissed the back of Brittany’s neck. “You could wear it Friday if you wanted.”

Brittany tensed up a little bit. She turned to Santana offering her a small smile. “Ms. Lopez, that might get us in trouble.” She took the shirt of slowly, keeping her back towards turned Santana. “It might be seen as a little unprofessional.”

Santana just nodded. Brittany did have a good point. But that didn’t change the fact that earlier in the week the blonde had kissed her in front of half the soccer team in the locker room. “That’s very true.” She leaned back and threw her arm over her face. “Let me get dressed and I’ll walk you out.”

The bed dipped when Brittany leaned over top of Santana. “Don’t worry about it. You should go back to sleep for a little bit while you can,” She leaned down and kissed the soccer player lightly on the lips, “See you tomorrow afternoon for practice.”

She knew Brittany was about to pull away, but Santana hadn’t gotten enough yet. Her hand slowly made it’s way to the back of Brittany’s neck. She pulled her back down and bite on her bottom lip. Not wanting to waste any time, she kissed her back deeply. “Okay. See you tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t seem like she was pulling away or like trying to back off at all to me?” The short blonde said as she cleared their plates off the table.

Santana threw her hands up in the air, “I fucking know right?!” She huffed out softly and laid her head on the table. “Wednesday was normal we got a drink after, but she went home to study. She was at the game Friday. So I invited her to the party for last night.”

“And you effectively came home drunk as shit,” Quinn piped in mid-sentence.

“Yea,” Santana snapped bitterly. “She showed up with some asshole in a military uniform. Stupid fucker had a Mohawk. She said it was her boyfriend…what the fuck. Like seriously?” Santana smacked the table.

“Well, what did she say about it when you asked her?”

“That’s a fucking shit show too.” Santana huffed out as she got up from the kitchen and motioned to the living room. “You will want to sit down for the rest of this.”

jpuffly  asked:

Julie please keep sharing your middle aged Sterek headcanons *chinhands*

I THINK

THAT MAYBE STILES STAYS MUSCULAR LONG AFTER DEREK LOSES IT

Because Derek doesn’t have as much energy to burn off now that he’s not LITERALLY RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE and he kind of likes just relaxing and homebody-ing and going soft and squishy because he doesn’t need to be hard anymore and he thinks that's nice.

But Stiles is like GUAAAAAAAH HOW HAVE WE NOT BEEN IN MORTAL PERIL FOR THREE WHOLE YEARS WHAT IS HAPPENING and he runs every single day and maybe even lifts weights to settle his mind and calm his twitchy body down.

And then maybe one morning in the park Stiles gets a reeeeally obvious once-over from a single mom, and Derek doesn’t even get a second glance, and Stiles is LIVID about it for DAYS on Derek’s behalf because HOW DARE SHE GLANCE PAST PERFECTION

(but Derek just kind of settles happily into the idea that maybe only Stiles is gonna think he’s the sexiest person on the planet from now on)

((also Stiles drags him home from the park and sends their kids to Scott’s house and meticulously blows Derek for like an hour to sooth his own indignation))

anonymous asked:

I've just seen your photo in your other blog and WOW, I'M KINDA IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU ARE THE SEXIEST PERSON ON THE PLANET and I'm a girl who likes boys u.i so you should know you are extremely kdisbekxhwbdksbeksbwkbke u.i

 you cutie!

anonymous asked:

What would Jimin, V, and JHope do if they came home after a long trip to find you asleep cuddling their pillow or something else of theirs because you missed them so much?

This was too fun to write.. I was laughing the whole time making Jimin and Taehyung’s stories. Thanks for the request, Sweetie. And sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

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