it would be great okay


I don’t think Dick and Lew would be bad parents in the slightest okay they would be great parents 

I just happen to think that some people are just MADE to be parents and I also happen to think those people are Joe Toye and George Luz 

anonymous asked:

Would sincerely be interested in Industry based content. I think that as someone outside entertainment that it feels like the perception of the industry is very different from reality. Either essays or podcasts on topics that strike you as interesting would be welcomed. Obviously whatever you choose would be great as well.

Cool cool, okay. Do you mean like… on working in the industry specifically? Like a ‘how to get a job’ ‘what working as a PA is like ‘type thing or more in terms of the industry as a whole?

korra: i have to find my own path as the avatar.

katara: i know you do. aang’s time has passed. my brother and many of my friends are gone.

zuko *flies by on his dragon*: KATARA WHAT THE HELL

toph *pops up from a hole in the ground*: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE WE’RE DEAD!

katara: sometimes i can still hear their voices…

Hey just a reminder that Haikyuu!! isn’t queerbaiting for the simple reason that Furudate didn’t plan on making it look gay to get more readers.

imagine Grog and Pike growing up in Westruun but in a Disney Jr kinda way, where they get into shenanigans but there’s always a Lesson to be learned and Wilhand is their kind but scatterbrained guardian and there’s a rotating cast of characters that includes That Nice Old Woman Down The Street and Those Neighborhood Kids who get outsmarted by Pike and Grog every couple of episodes and the Temple Cleric with words of wisdom about particularly difficult problems and moments

and they deal with like, adoption and families of choice and loyalty and Doing The Right Thing and all that jazz

anonymous asked:

*slides you ten dollars* Do you have any new Voltron headcanon because if you did that would be great but if you don't that's okay I just wanted to tell you that I think your amazing and your a brilliant person 💖❤️❤️💖

ah bribery. the way to a woman’s heart

  • pidge: “shiro, lance is being misogynistic” shiro: “what?? how??” pidge: “he’s inconveniencing me”
  • hunk on the outside is :) whereas hunk on the inside is >:/
    • meanwhile keith on the outside is >:I while keith on the inside is :-)
    • he’s a happy person deep down
  • “….do you think zarkon and haggar-” “okay. no? no. i’m going to stop you right there”
  • lance cries pretty easily and hunk is a sympathetic crier so they’re basically a positive feedback loop of tears
  • “keith is a cup” “??? explain” “holds things”
  • there are constant petitions to have voltron make the sailor moon pose after forming
  • “wow is that takashi shirogane, the best pilot in the garrison?? he always looks so serious, i wonder what he’s thinking about right now” shiro, internally: “did i leave my bowl of cereal on the hot stove again”
  • allura is actually just as cheesy a flirt as lance, pass it on
    • she thinks he doesn’t do the moves right
    • they both don’t do the moves right
    • their moves are embarrassing
  • lance: “we’re going to die!” coran: “well, you lived a good life right?” lance: “i’m only seventeen!” coran: “i said good, not long”
  • Qrow: A double wedding huh? Sounds interesting.
  • Ruby: Yeah, it'll save us a bunch of money, and if we do all the decorating ourselves then we'll be able to get married even sooner.
  • Qrow: Hey, that sounds like a great idea. Do you think the Schneesters would be okay getting married in Patch?
  • Ruby: Well duh! Who wants to get married in a cold place like Atlas?
  • Qrow: *chuckles* Good point squirt. Hey let's go tell Tai and firecracker about this. I need to ask your pops to be my best man.
  • Ruby: Oh yeah and I need to ask Yang to be my maid of honor!
  • Winter: *eye twitches* Sister.
  • Weiss: *blushes* Yes Winter?
  • Winter: Did your partner and her imbecile of an uncle really plan a double wedding for the two of us?
  • Weiss: *winces* Yes.
  • Winter: Even though neither of us are dating them?
  • Weiss: *sighs* Yes.
  • Winter: *covers her face* They're a determined bunch.
  • Weiss: That they are.

Of every scenario I imagined for the upcoming episode, Emma and Regina being trapped. in another dimension. completely alone. fighting side by side. and with no Hookypoo… is by far the best.

okay but listen,, headcanon: otabek would like a super great friend but he isn’t super communicative, like,, you know. straight forward. but it’s super sweet because he’ll reads yurio so well, he doesn’t need yurio to talk to him for otabek to know what yurio needs. like he’ll show up with lunch without asking or just tell yurio they’re going to hang out when he knows he’s had a bad day. and it’s perfect because yurio isn’t the best at opening up and saying what he wants. he’d just be such a good (boy)friend!!!

Something Revealed

 Peter Parker x Reader

A Sequel to Something Dangerous, Followed by Something Wicked (coming soon)

Originally posted by hi-i-am-paula

You stormed out, refusing to answer anything your mother said. After the fifteenth call and thirtieth text she stopped trying. She probably realized it was useless to try and get you to stay because you were blindingly angry. And confused. And scared. You could tell she knew you were going off to Peter’s because who else was there? 

You showed up at Peter’s apartment a bit later and he quickly snuck you into his room. “What happened?” he asked gently. “On the phone you sounded so-”

“Pissed?” you finished for him. “Well…yeah,” he muttered. “What happened? I would have thought that with your mom awake everything would have been great. Is she okay?” 

You nodded, sitting down on his soft mattress. “She’s fine,” you said flatly. “I think. I don’t know, Maybe I’m the one who’s not fine or something.”  Peter sat down beside you and swiftly kissed your lips. “Tell me what happened.”

You hesitated, beginning to furiously chew your cheek. “Quit that,” Peter chastised, holding your hands. “You don’t need to be nervous.”

“It’s kinda hard when what I’m about to say might scare you off. You-if you’re a sane person, you won’t believe me.”

Peter laughed, making sure to stay quiet so May wouldn’t hear. “You’re talking to me. We stopped talking for months because I’m Spider-Man. I think that I’ll believe anything you tell me. Doesn’t quite make me sane but who cares.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “Okay,” you sighed, putting your hands on your thighs. “I just have to say it.”

You recounted the events to him in excruciating detail. 

He had about the same reactions you had, especially when Ben and May were mentioned. “May never told me that,” he said. “I didn’t realize that your mom and her were that close.”

“Obviously they aren’t close,” you snapped. “I’m not even close with her, apparently.” Peter wrinkled his nose at your words. “[Y/n], this sounds like she was trying to protect you.”

“I don’t care what she was doing,” you replied bitterly. “She lied to me about everything. About me. I don’t even know if what she’s saying is true! There’s no proof at all!”

Peter looked away, quickly averting his eyes. You stared at him. “You have proof don’t you,” you groaned, laying on your back. “I have a theory,” he corrected, laying beside you. “Okay, well, the first power burst-”

“Don’t call it that,” you sighed. 

“Okay, fine, earthquake, happened about when you found out I was Spider-Man. You were obviously angry. It happened all throughout the summer we didn’t talk and especially when your mom went into that coma. When we started going out, the earthquakes just stopped. And now that you’ve gotten this flood of information they started back up again.”

You stared at his ceiling. “I don’t want to go back.” 

“I didn’t say you have to,” he replied. “Do you really think that avoiding your mom after that big situation is the best idea, though?” he added. “I’m not sure,” you groaned. “She seemed fine when she set her damn arm on fire,” you exclaimed. Peter pressed a finger to your lips, reminding you to stay quiet. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled out. “Don’t be,” he replied. “You have every right to be angry. I shouldn’t be trying to get you to not be.”

You curled up into his side, leaning your head on his chest. “This is crazy,” you said into his shirt. “That’s one word for it,” Peter chuckled, running a hand through your hair. ‘”Are you okay?”

You shook your head no. 

“Will ice cream make you better?” he offered. 

You shook your head no. 

“I’m not sure what to do,” he admitted sadly. You lean up, gazing at his eyes. “I have a few ideas,” you tell him, pressing your mouths together. Peter’s hands fly around at first, unsure of where to land, but quickly hold your face. 

“Do you have a, uh, a thing?” you ask, pulling away breathlessly. 


You begin to fumble with the pull strings of his sweatpants. “A condom, silly,” you replied teasingly. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, [Y/n], a condom?”

You froze then. “What’s wrong? You don’t?”

Peter sat up, his hands falling to your waist and gently pushing you off of him. “Is this how you want it to go?” he asked. 

“Well,” you chuckled, “how else will it go?”

Peter averted his eyes; you could tell your words hurt his feelings. 

“I’ve never-I mean you know. Of course you know, you’re my best friend, you know everything.” You nodded, intertwining your fingers together. “I haven’t either. And you do know that too.”

“I love you a lot,” he said slowly. “And I want it to be really special.” He shook his head, his cheeks looming pink. “Call me old fashioned but I want it to be this romantic, meaningful thing.”

You frowned at him, chewing on your lip anxiously. 

“Don’t feel bad,” he quickly assured. “It’s just that May is right down the hall and-and, well, I can’t help but feel like you mainly want to do it now because you’re angry at your mom.”

“Petey,” you muttered, “of course not. I mean, I’m mad. I guess I just wanted something to take my mind off it,” you admitted quietly. “I’m really sorry. Do you think I’m a slut?”

He laughed. “Is your name Liz Allen?”

“Er, no?”

“Then you’re fine!”

You gasped. “Peter Parker, did you just throw shade?” you asked sarcastically. 

“I believe I did,” he grinned. 

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“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”


“How would that go?”


“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.



“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Oh wow look a bunch of Roses I wonder who will walk into this room and be reminded of something about her past.

My guess is Lapis.

It’s okay Pearl. moving on would be great but your pain is also valid.

Just… take your time.

“Sigh… they even made a real one between all these background painted roses. I guess I have no choice.”





Pairing: StilesXReader

Y/N/N- your nickname (Idk if that is what people use but i just put that there incase anyone get confused)

A/N: So I have been kind of thinking bout this for a while and this is my first fic so please try to be nice. I love dirty talking Stiles just as much as the next reader and I understand that the real way Stiles loses his v card was in Eichen house, but I kind if wanted to do a more funny, realistic version of Stiles and the reader’s first time so like Stiles obviously isn’y gonna talk dirty the first time he has sex. I am going to start taking requests now. A massive thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien for looking and editing a lot of this. Sorry for being a pain and I really appreciate it. I also want to write more fics but I have no idea what to write about so requests would be great. I already have begun a mini series. Okay, sorry for the long note I’m done now, Enjoy.


As soon as I became part of the pack, even before that, when Scott introduced me to Stiles in freshman year, there was a connection. We literally had eye sex for a solid 15 seconds before I heard his quiet, gravelly voice.

“Hi. Y/N, right?”

“Yeah aha, nice to meet you, Stiles.” I put my hand out for a handshake in an attempt to be polite. He returned the favour by grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, which sent a confusing shiver through me as he quickly pulled away.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Uhh anyway, Scott has been saying nothing but good things about you. I even looked on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and-wow what a disaster, this is the worst first impression I have ever made in my life. I’m gonna go before I make a fool of myself. I’ll see you at lacrosse practice Scott. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.”  

Just as Stiles disappeared from the hallway, Scott said, “Wow, I have never seen Stiles so nervous and awkward. I mean, Stiles is socially awkward but that was a whole new level.”

“No that wasn’t even bad, I made it so awkward when I just stared at him for like a thousand hours without saying hello.”

“Y/N it’s fine. It’s not the last time you are going to talk to him. And when you hang out with him, it will be with the pack, which I will introduce you too at lacrosse practice. See you then?”

I nodded. When I thought I heard the last of Scott, he quickly turned around and whispered. “Oh and by the way, I was with Stiles when he was on your Facebook and trust me, he was really impressed with what he saw.”

That was two years ago; and I am still waiting for my two year crush, Stiles Stilinski to make a move. I always knew from the moment he placed his lips on my hand, we had a connection, and more than just a friendly one. We always hang out, but it’s never just us two. It can’t be because I literally have no social skills, especially with the opposite gender. I mean, Stiles is awkward with few social skills, but I was way worse. I can’t even focus when he is within five steps of me, he intimidates me, but it’s because he has no idea. Everyone in the pack knew how we felt about each other that even chemosignals weren’t obvious enough. There just was and is no time to do anything because we are always so busy keeping Beacon Hills safe.


I woke up on Monday and looked at the time, oh shit! I woke up at 7:30 am and a) not only did I sleep through my alarm, but my bus was coming at 7:45. I fell out of bed, ran downstairs, ate some cereal, brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and dashed out of the house to the bus stop.

I sprinted around the corner and saw the bus driving away from my stop. I finally stopped running and took a second, putting my hands on my head, breathing in and screaming. This has only happened to me nearly every day this term, and it’s only first term. The only way I can get to school is to walk.

I walked surprisingly quickly to make up time, as it takes forever to get to school this way.

“Miss the bus again Y/N/N?”

I turn around to see a blue jeep. Roscoe. Shit, it was Stiles stopping to talk, to me? ‘Okay just act cool.’ I said in my head.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” After I said that, I mentally face palm myself. Obviously he is literally seeing me walk to school instead of catching the bus.

“And I see you are going for the pyjama look today,” I was puzzled and confused with what he said when suddenly, I look down and my cheeks turned instantly red. I was getting ready so quickly, I forgot to put on clothes. I felt my insides fill up with embarrassment and humiliation. “If you want, I can drive you back home so you can change your clothes and then drive you to school.” I felt the insides of my stomach fill with butterflies. “I mean that’s only if you want to like not like you’re my girlfriend or anything and like I’m not your boyfrie-”

“Uh yeah, Stiles, thanks, that would be very helpful.” I ran to the car, maybe too fast, and Stiles did a u-turn to go back to my house.


The car ride was silent, a little uncomfortably so, until Stiles broke it. “Do you want me to turn up the radio?” His voice was a little shaky.

“Yeah sure.” I reply really quickly, making myself cringe.

For the first 30 seconds, it was just talking but then, one of my favourite songs came on: Baby got back by Sir-Mix-A-Lot.

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt

“It is so big!” I yelled but quickly stopped singing as I forgot where I was: In Roscoe, STILES’ JEEP!

“Why did you stop singing?” He chuckled and shot me a smirk.

“Because it’s so embarrassing I know all the words to this song.”

“Please don’t stop singing, I have to hear this now.” He winked at me and every muscle in my body, no matter how tiny, tensed in an effort not to show how much of an effect that wink had on me.

“Okay, if you say so.” A surge of confidence that I had never felt before rushed through me as I not only picked the lyrics back up, but I also turned the music up louder so I could get into the zone. I was either impressing him or just making a complete fool out of myself.


We finally arrived at my house, I opened the door and we walked inside. He was much closer to me than usual. Before I even thought about it, I moved away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Sorry Y/N/N, didn’t mean to do that.”

“No Stiles, don’t be silly, you know me, awkward.”

He chuckled and smiled. “You are so cute like that.”

I flushed a bright pink once again, and so did he. Did he just say I am cute?

I quickly try and brush it off. “Um sorry to be a real pain, but I didn’t get to have a shower, is it okay if I do that?”

“Yeah sure no problem Y/N/N.”

“Cool, well I won’t be long, make yourself at home.”

I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom.


I didn’t think I had ever had such a quick shower in my life. Stiles Stilinski was at my house. I mean, he had been to my house before, but that was with the pack. I had only been with him when the pack was there, THE PACK WAS NOT THERE, IT WAS JUST ME BY MYSELF WITH MY CRUSH OF TWO YEARS! I wanted to be quick because I was missing out on time with him and secondly, I felt bad for making him wait. I dried myself and wrapped my hair up in my towel, leaving my body naked.

I turned to look in my wardrobe and yelled “Stiles!” to see where he was.

“I’m right here.” He quietly said, and I turned around to see him, creepily sitting on my bed, staring at me, naked, in the nude, WITH NO FUCKING CLOTHES ON! I screamed and quickly grabbed the towel from my head around my bare body.

“Oh my god Y/N I am so sorry I had no idea -”

“No Stiles, it’s fine. I’m stupid I shouldn’t have been walking around the house naked when I knew you were here. My bad, sorry.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what Stiles?”

He proceeded to walk closer to me, barely an inch separating our faces. “Apologise for being yourself. You did it just then, when I accidentally walked too close to you. It’s not your fault.”

We stayed in that moment for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only for a minute.


“Yes Stiles?”

“Can I please kiss you?” You never thought those words would come out of his mouth.

“I’ve been waiting two years for that.” I said, not realising how desperate that came off.

“Oh really? Wow okay um, I literally had uh no clue, I mean well yes I did coz Scott kinda told me, and so did Lydia, and Liam, and Kira, Allison, Mason, okay pretty much everyone in the pack told me, um yeah.” Once again, your face flushed with many rosey tones of pink.

“Okay um, so are we gonna kiss?” You said with a low, croaky voice.

“Oh yeah, right. Okay, here we go.” He said.

We both leaned it so we met at 50/50. Our lips glide together in perfect synchronization. He moved his hands to the lowest part of my back, just above my only towel covered ass. I quickly squirmed and pulled away from him.

“Oh my god Y/N did I do something wrong?” The concern coming from his fiery amber eyes made my heart melt.

“No, it’s not you. It’s just, this is so embarrassing. I mean like I’ve had my first kiss and stuff, which was horrible by the way, but like I’ve never really gone past that with anyone and you putting your hands on me it just makes me nervous because no one has really ever done that to me before.”

“Wow Y/N, I never would have guessed that. You are so beautiful and intelligent, any guy would be lucky to have you. I really hope this doesn’t come off insensitive but, does this mean you are a virgin?”

“Yeah, it does.” I felt so embarrassed and stupid about it. Everyone else in the pack had done it, even Liam and he is a freshman.

“No, no, Y/N/N, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am too.” As soon as I heard him say that, I pressed my lips down on his.

Our lips once again moulded together making fireworks like the 4th of July erupt inside of me. It was an amazing feeling. A sudden surge of confidence rushed over me and I  broke the kiss and pushed Stiles onto my bed.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” As soon as he finishing talking, I unwrapped the towel, leaving myself  bare, completely exposed. Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked up and down my body. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands. “Oh my god Y/N you lost your towel again.” He shrieked.

“I know.” I moved closer to him and sat on his lap, “I want this Stiles, I think. Not that I know, I haven’t really done this before.”

“Me either Y/N/N, should we just see where this goes?” I nodded and reconnected my lips with his, and I felt those 4th of July fireworks erupting in me once again.

Stiles deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. It just felt so right. He bit my bottom lip and moved down to my neck and began to leave bright purple marks. I had no idea what to do so I put my hands in his hair and pulled, like in the movies. I heard him growl so I stopped. “Oh my god Stiles, did I hurt you?”

“No not at all, that felt really good actually.”

We moved back to the previous position and I moved slightly to maintain my balance.

“Oh my god Y/N please do that again.”

“What like this?” I moved again and realized what I was doing when I begin to feel his bulge grow against me.

I got up and layed down, pressing my back against my bed.

“Okay I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m just gonna go for it.” Stiles looked up at me and a flash of concern ran through his eyes. I gave him a nod of approval and he began to kiss me again. He then proceeded to move further down my body, blowing on the several purple marks he’d left which turned me into a quivering mess.

He reached my breasts and took one in his mouth, sucking roughly while fiddling with the other with his hand. The constant pinching, swirling and tickling caused me to let out a soft moan. He continued to drift further down, kissing my stomach lower and lower until he was just above my core. A weird feeling, like a throbbing began to build in my core.

I was deep in thought when suddenly, I felt a finger on my clit and I bucked my hips at how good it felt. “Wow” I thought to myself, “You are missing out on a lot?” He buried his face in between my thighs, causing me to moan so loud, it echoed through the whole house.

“I don’t ever think I’ve ever heard you be so loud before.” Stiles smirked, which caused me to flush and giggle. As I began to chuckle, Stiles pumped a finger into me.

“Stiles, that feels so good please don’t stop.” I strangled out those words as I felt all the muscles in my body tense up and the pit in my stomach increase.

“Fuck Y/N/N, say my name again that was so hot.”

“Stiles.” I moan as I come undone around his fingers and black spots start to blur my vision as I ride out my high.

Stiles falls down as lies next to me on my bed.

“Wow.” He says with a flabbergasted look in his face.

“That was-”

“Probably not that good.” He interrupts and turns to look at me and begins to play with my hair.

“Are You kidding, that was amazing. I want you to feel what I felt.” I press my lips to his for a quick short peck.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? You don’t have to just because of what I- ooh my god.” His sentence quickly changed into an exclamation as I undid the button on his khakis and pull down his boxers to reveal his massive, veiny cock. My eyes widened at the thought of fitting that whole thing into my mouth, so, I began by pumping his length up and down a few times, causing his head to roll back. Hopefully that meant he liked it.

I finally built up enough courage to put my mouth on his shaft and slowly but surely proceed further and further down and before I knew it, his whole dick was in my mouth. I begin bopping my head down faster and faster repetitively. He moaned my name several times which caused the throbbing sensation in my core rise up again. He started to twitch in my mouth and a salty liquid filled my throat and I swallowed it.

“Y/N/N as if you haven’t done this before, that was so good.” He kissed me, but quickly pulled away and asked, “Oh my god Y/N/N, is my cum still in your mouth?” The roughness of the word made me cringe.

“No Stiles, I swallowed it.”

“Oh my god Y/N/N, I can’t believe you actually swallowed it.”

“WHY ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO AM I GONNA GET SICK?! GREAT HOW WILL EXPLAIN THIS TO MY PARENTS? YEAH MUM, I GOT SICK FROM SUCKING DICK!” Panic starts to fill me and just as I feel an attack come on, Stiles grabs me and pulls me into a hug. He pushes my head into his chest and grips tightly. The panic inside me immediately disappears. I feel so safe in his arms.

“No it’s perfectly normal. Scott says that most girls spit and it’s supposed to be impressive when they swallow. Not really sure why but just thought I’d give you that fact.”

I laughed and pressed my lips to his. It started off nice and slow but quickly turned into an extremely passionate rough kiss. We moved back to my bed again, Stiles lays me down on my back and he hovers over me. He began to lift his shirt up and I helped him. I took in every mole, muscle and area of bare skin on him. My hands roamed around his body as he smiled down at me.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” He looked up and flashed a look of worry, but it quickly disappeared when I replied. “I’m ready, Stiles.”

He lined his tip up with my entrance and slowly pushed into me until he filled me up all the way with his length. Both of our heads rolled back as he slowly began to pull in and out of me. He started to speed up a little, making me moan softly. I began to kiss him, tongues roaming around everywhere in each others mouths.

“Stiles, I want to try something.” I looked up at him and he had that stupid smirk on his face which I hate, but love at the same time.

“Okay sure.” I rolled us over so he is lying against the bed. I moved down so my legs were on either side of his hips. I lined my entrance up with his tip and slowly moved down onto it, earning a deep, throaty moan from Stiles, which caused me to shiver. I had never heard his voice so deep before, it was so sexy.

“That feels so fucking good Y/N/N, please don’t stop.”

I began to maintain a steady speed, but I couldn’t take it any longer, and by the looks on his face, neither could he. So I began to start moving up and down fast really fast, making myself moan ever louder than before.

“Stiles” I screamed.

“Please scream my name again, I love that.”

“Stiles! Stiles I’m so close to-”

“Me too Y/N/N don’t stop. Keep going.”

I slowly keep increasing my speed and before we know it, we both reach our peak and his liquid fills me. I sloppily fall next to him. I can’t move. I try to get up but I can’t. I freeze. Stiles begins to sit up and sees that I’m frozen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t move Stiles, like at all.”

“You are so cute. It’s normal. I think it’s from the fatigue of you know, what we just did, which was amazing by the way.” He began to blush which made me blush too.

“Yeah it was pretty fantastic, hey?” You flashed a smile at Stiles and it made him chuckle.

“So um, I’ll just put some clothes on and we can head to school?”

“Sure Y/N/N, um but before you do that, I just need to know, what are we?” A kaleidoscope of butterflies filled my stomach. I had waited for this moment for so long, I never thought it would actually happen.

“Well what do you want to be Stiles?”

“Y/N/N ever since I laid eyes on you, and I mean like in person not like when I stalked you on social media before you even came to our high school, anyway, I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N/N, will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Stiles Stilinski, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to ask me.”

He responds by pressing his lips to mine. “Let’s get to school.”


We finally arrived at school and just as we began walking up the stairs, he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with me. We walk through the big glass Beacon Hills high school doors and see the pack staring at us, jaws practically on the floor. We walk over to them.

“Heyy guys.” Scott winks at us.

“Hey Scott.” Stiles and I say in unison and we just laugh at each other, Stiles presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Oh my god, finally!” Lydia exclaims, “I can’t even smell chemosignals but I didn’t even need to it was so obvious and finally! Congrats guys.” Lydia raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. She was my best friend, she knew exactly what happened here.

“Anyways, first period is about to start, Stiles and I have econ so we better get going before coach yells at us. See you guys later. ”Scott beings to walk and so does Stiles, but he quickly tells Scott to wait and he comes back to me and places a quick peck on my lips, then runs back over to Scott.

Nothing else in the world mattered to me at this very moment, I had finally gotten what I wanted, to be with the love of my life, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski and after waiting two agonizing, painful years, I finally got him.

Through an old lab mate’s current roommate, I was able to directly contact somebody working at Embark! They got back to me and regardless of which degree I end up with, the skills I already have make it possible for me to get a job there (depending on the degree would determine the exact job, but they all sound pretty nice) - he said he’d take my resume if I wanted and keep it on file for future openings/when I’m ready. 👌👌👌

Dormi Nox

Anon Request: Okay sorry if this is awkward but I really love you account! Anyway I would like to request a Winchester Sister story where either Sam or Dean (or both would be great/okay) learn how to hypnotize people to get information, like they could use it on hunts. Anyway they test it out out on their sister and she tells them embarrassing/funny stuff? I’m so sorry if that’s weird. Have a nice day :)

Hope this is along the lines you were thinking Nonnie!

Summary: Dean Winchester figures out how to hypnotize people as an interrogation technique, but needs to test it.

Warnings: None

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl
@jensen-jarpad @sister-winchester-imagines @winchester-sisters-imagines

“Dean, there’s no way this is going to work!” you laugh.
“Well, then there’s no risk to you trying it out.” Dean sits you down on the padded Bunker chair. “Now, c’mon. I’ve got a piece of pie with my name on it getting cold.”
“But it’s so ridiculous!” You look to Sam for help. “Back me up Sam!”
He just shakes his head. “This might actually be the easiest way to help us on hunts. I think it’s worth a try.”
“Are you serious?!” You can’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of it all. “Fine,” You resign to Dean. “Work your magic, Dr. Mysterioso….”
Dean smirks for a moment before pulling up a chair across from you. He pulls out a pocket watch with the Men of Letters symbol and other runes engraven on it.
“Oh, c’mon. A pocket watch and everything?” You look around frantically. “Who are you and where’s my brother?” you tease.
“Shut up.” Dean raises the watch to eye level and begins to swing it gently. He can barely keep from cracking a smile as he begins to talk. “Yoooou are geeeeeetting veeeery sleeeeepy….”
“No I’m not,” you sarcastically retort. Sam throws a patronizing look at Dean as he turns to smile.
“Okay, okay. Sorry, I had to do that.” Dean puts on his serious face; he begins to chant in Latin. “Te sentire somnolentus. Dormi nox….soporari….dormi nox….soporari….”
Sam puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I think she’s out.” You have your head remaining fixed in the same position that you started. Sam takes the opportunity to wave his hand in front of your eyes. You make no response.
Dean grins and sets the pocket watch down on the library table. “She’s out all right. So then, what are we going to ask her?”
“Let’s start with simple stuff.”
“Okay then….Y/N? Can you hear me?”
You answer robotically, “Yes.”
“What is my name?”
“Dean Winchester, son of John Winchester.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue,” you say in a flat tone.
“Name of your mom?”
“Y/M/N Y/M/L/N.”
“Do you have any family?”
“I have no biological family.” Dean looks disappointed before you continue. “Sam and Dean Winchester have become my brothers.”
Sam smiles as he takes a seat across from you. “Well, it works. C’mon, let’s snap her out of it.”
“Just hang on a moment Sammy. We gotta make sure this isn’t Y/N being just a really good actress.” Dean pauses as he thinks of a good question. “What was the most embarrassing experience you’ve had?”
Dean waves his brother off as you speak. “I thought a mouse was a ghost on a hunt and tried to shoot it. And I performed the finale solo in a school play two scenes before it was supposed to happen.”
Sam runs his hand through his hair while Dean laughs his head off. “You and Sam with the theatre! Every time!”
“Oh yeah? Y/N, what’s the most embarrassing thing about Dean?”
Before Dean can protest, you readily open your mouth, speaking with a monotonous voice. “He screams like a four year old. He has no verbal filter. And the girls he sleeps with smell bad. ‘Krystal’ with a ‘K’ was the worst, but he refuses to admit it.”
Sam bows his head laughing and Dean is completely red in the face. “You wanna do this Sammy? Fine then. It’s on. Y/N, what’s the most embarrassing thing Sam has done in front of you?”
“He yelled at the TV during a Gilmore Girls season finale and thought I didn’t see.”
“Dean’s worst kept secret?” Sam retaliates.
“He reads porn in my room and sometimes leaves the magazines in my room but I burn them. And he hates the smell of the blender when Sam makes smoothies. And-”
“Okay, okay that’s it!” Dean picks up the watch and snaps his fingers loudly. Sam is dying of laughter in the background, his shoulders and whole body shaking.
You wake up with no knowledge of what just happened. All you see are your brothers laughing their heads off. “What happened?” You pale. “What did you guys ask me?” you demand.
“Oh, nothing much.” Dean replies trying not to crack up.
“Other than what you really think of Dean,” Sam chokes out.
“What?! What did I say?!” you order.
Sam’s laughing too hard to answer you, so Dean steps in. “Did you really try to shoot a mouse?”
Your face turns beet red. “Shut up.”


Oh dear salty Christ.

So this is why they were sacrificing their own. They’re feeding her Stevens so it will saciate her bloodlust.

How long has this been happening?

Also I can’t fucking believe this is the episode Malachite appears again.


Yeah uh….

Good luck little buddy.