#allison1

[danioftheindies-blog]

Cook me brownies with these I bought you.

[daddydennison]

With Allison having a night off and Binx offering to babysit for them, Max decided to take his wife out for a nice dinner. It was rare for them to have a date night nowadays, with their busy lives, Allison focused on her career, and Max working part time to focus on taking care of Poppy. He wanted to take her somewhere not too loud so they could talk, for he’d had something on his mind recently that he was curious to see what Allison’s opinion would be. He waited until they already had their food to bring it up, not wanting any interruptions. He was cutting his steak as he glanced up at her with a smile. “So… I’ve been thinking lately….” He didn’t continue just yet, wanting to see her reaction before he confessed that he wanted to have another baby with her. Did she already know where he was going with this, or would it catch her by surprise? @allidennison

[danioftheindies-blog]

I’m um, extraordinarily confused.

[teenxwolfxpack]

I want the K

9: Jawline Kiss

Scott pulled Allison close, kissing her deeply. He let his lips trail to her jaw, kissing along her jawline.

[stilespowerofsarcasm]

Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else. || Stiles & Allison

Even after all these years of studying and researching, Stiles still wasn´t sure if he chose the right job. Sure, he liked to think it was something useful, something that would make his dad proud and make him forget about his son´s not so legal career during high school but at the same time he was torn. Sitting behind the table and waiting for something to happen wasn´t his style at all.

At least he had a nice desk. And the office. The office was nice too. Stiles very quickly added his "touch" to the place and soon, there was a giant poster of Game of Thrones hanging on the wall behind him. He earned some judgmental looks but didn´t dwell on that. It was his wrokspace afterall, he needed to feel comfortable. Working with criminals and analyzing their motives was a hard job to do. He needed to have something nice.

It was Monday which basically spoke for itself. Stiles hated Mondays with the passion of thousand suns and not even the warm double shot espresso in his hand couldn´t change that. Glaring at his desk he tried to make it dissapear and change it to his lovely fluffy bed with soft pillows just so he could bury his face into it. The police station was a bundle of activity - ever since the attacks in the woods people were trying to figure it all out before another killing would occur. 

However, Stiles was still in a state of waking up. No one could blame him for that. He stayed up late because of the dreams, the Beltane incident brought to him. Shaking his head and blinking his eyes open again, he took a sip and with a sigh he made his way to his desk.

Suddenly, his steps stopped as he spotted a familiar face not so far away from him. Blinking, he tried to look again, thinking that he was wrong and that it was just a result of not enough caffeine but he was right - Allison Argent were standing right there. He tried not to look so awkward as he lifted his hand giving her a small wave, catching her attention.