somewhere along the way -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 5 - Here’s to Never Growing Up

…Lydia calculates just how much they have to drive and sleep each day to be able to make it to Michigan by Thursday in a functioning state. They have forty hours of driving to do over four days which means they drive ten hours each day, sleep for eight hours a night, and they have six hours left “for activities”.
So far their “activities” comprise of a dozen or so of the cheesiest tourist attractions one can imagine. They don’t just see the beautiful and diverse landscapes of mountains, rivers, plains, and farmlands that the Midwest has to offer. They see eleven different statues: Our Lady of the Rockies, Salem Sue. Turkey Tom, World’s Largest Buffalo Statue, World’s Largest Sand Hill Crane Statue, Paul Bunyan Statue, Pink Elephant statue, three statue scenes at the Enchanted Highway, and the Chicago Bean (even though Lydia protests its validity since it is considered a public art sculpture- ‘what is the difference Lydia? aren’t statues public and art?’).
They both agree that if the buffalo, turkey and cow statue were real animals, American’s hunger issue would be solved for the next thirty five years. Even though Lydia argues that they would need more than just three gigantic sources of protein to solve the whole issue. The sight of Our Lady of the Rockies takes both of their breathes away when the sun sets just behind its head, making the mountains look golden under the light. Lydia thinks that Paul Bunyan resembles Derek while Allison refuses to see any similarities in their looks except for the dark beard. Allison loves Pink Elephant because of its ostentatious color and odd eye glasses while Lydia thinks it is tacky. But as they leave Chicago to continue onwards to Michigan and the Great Lakes they both agree that the Midwest has a slight Napolean complex if the number of statues they visited equipped with the ranking of “world’s largest” is anything to measure it by….

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somewhere along the way
-A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 5 - Here’s to Never Growing Up

…Lydia calculates just how much they have to drive and sleep each day to be able to make it to Michigan by Thursday in a functioning state. They have forty hours of driving to do over four days which means they drive ten hours each day, sleep for eight hours a night, and they have six hours left “for activities”.

So far their “activities” comprise of a dozen or so of the cheesiest tourist attractions one can imagine. They don’t just see the beautiful and diverse landscapes of mountains, rivers, plains, and farmlands that the Midwest has to offer. They see eleven different statues: Our Lady of the Rockies, Salem Sue. Turkey Tom, World’s Largest Buffalo Statue, World’s Largest Sand Hill Crane Statue, Paul Bunyan Statue, Pink Elephant statue, three statue scenes at the Enchanted Highway, and the Chicago Bean (even though Lydia protests its validity since it is considered a public art sculpture- ‘what is the difference Lydia? aren’t statues public and art?’).

They both agree that if the buffalo, turkey and cow statue were real animals, American’s hunger issue would be solved for the next thirty five years. Even though Lydia argues that they would need more than just three gigantic sources of protein to solve the whole issue. The sight of Our Lady of the Rockies takes both of their breathes away when the sun sets just behind its head, making the mountains look golden under the light. Lydia thinks that Paul Bunyan resembles Derek while Allison refuses to see any similarities in their looks except for the dark beard. Allison loves Pink Elephant because of its ostentatious color and odd eye glasses while Lydia thinks it is tacky. But as they leave Chicago to continue onwards to Michigan and the Great Lakes they both agree that the Midwest has a slight Napolean complex if the number of statues they visited equipped with the ranking of “world’s largest” is anything to measure it by….

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somewhere along the way -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 4 - Uncharted

…Lydia rolls her eyes at Allison’s comment and brings her hand forward from behind her back. Lydia holds another handful of wet sand which she plops on Allison’s chest between her boobs. She smears the sand back and forth a little to make sure it gets on and under Allison’s bathing suit top. Allison gasps in fake shock when Lydia steps back to admire her handy work, a smirk on her lips. Allison puts one leg behind Lydia and pushes her shoulders backwards so she trips into the water again. Lydia laughs as she tries to grab onto Allison’s shoulders to bring her down with her but the water has made her hands and Allison’s shoulders too slippery to grab onto. Lydia falls fully into the water while Allison laughs. Lydia comes back up and sets her feet firmly on the ground. She wipes the water out of her eyes and shakes her wet hair slightly. Allison raises an eyebrow as she offers her hand to Lydia.
“Truce?”
Lydia takes the offered hand and pulls Allison back into the water on top of her. When they both resurface, Lydia smiles over at Allison and nods her head.
“Now we are even.”…

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somewhere along the way
-A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 4 - Uncharted

…Lydia rolls her eyes at Allison’s comment and brings her hand forward from behind her back. Lydia holds another handful of wet sand which she plops on Allison’s chest between her boobs. She smears the sand back and forth a little to make sure it gets on and under Allison’s bathing suit top. Allison gasps in fake shock when Lydia steps back to admire her handy work, a smirk on her lips. Allison puts one leg behind Lydia and pushes her shoulders backwards so she trips into the water again. Lydia laughs as she tries to grab onto Allison’s shoulders to bring her down with her but the water has made her hands and Allison’s shoulders too slippery to grab onto. Lydia falls fully into the water while Allison laughs. Lydia comes back up and sets her feet firmly on the ground. She wipes the water out of her eyes and shakes her wet hair slightly. Allison raises an eyebrow as she offers her hand to Lydia.

“Truce?”

Lydia takes the offered hand and pulls Allison back into the water on top of her. When they both resurface, Lydia smiles over at Allison and nods her head.

“Now we are even.”…

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somewhere along the way -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 3 - Miss Independent

"…And no. You tell those boys that we are perfectly cable of taking care of ourselves. We are just going on a little road trip and from now on, we will no longer be available to them for the rest of our trip. This is supposed to be a mini vacation for us! To escape all the bad and weird in Beacon Hills? Remember? That includes exes. Tell them if they want to keep up with us they can… follow our Instagram! Yeah our Instagram name should be…”
Lydia holds the breakfast bag a little tighter in her hands as she concentrates on the perfect name for their joint Instagram. She bites on her bottom lip as she tilts her face up as if the answer is written in the clouds. It’s her “concentrating hard” face. Allison interjects with her own suggestion.
“Allydia Adventures! It is a mesh of our names and alliteration!”

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somewhere along the way
-A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 3 - Miss Independent

"…And no. You tell those boys that we are perfectly cable of taking care of ourselves. We are just going on a little road trip and from now on, we will no longer be available to them for the rest of our trip. This is supposed to be a mini vacation for us! To escape all the bad and weird in Beacon Hills? Remember? That includes exes. Tell them if they want to keep up with us they can… follow our Instagram! Yeah our Instagram name should be…”

Lydia holds the breakfast bag a little tighter in her hands as she concentrates on the perfect name for their joint Instagram. She bites on her bottom lip as she tilts her face up as if the answer is written in the clouds. It’s her “concentrating hard” face. Allison interjects with her own suggestion.

“Allydia Adventures! It is a mesh of our names and alliteration!”

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somewhere along the way -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 2 - Change


It takes Lydia exactly forty-two minutes from the moment that Jackson leaves to: dispose of her charcoaled dinner, move her books to her room, feed and take out Prada, write a note for her parents, grab her bags, and drive to Allison’s. Lydia knows because she counted each second out and because it took forty-two minutes too long for her to escape her house, to escape the scene where she had almost unraveled everything she had been so careful to build up for herself these past two years simply due to the appearance of an old lover.



[[MORE]] Lydia parks in Allison’s apartment complexes driveway and is lucky to find Allison’s neighbor about to take her dog out so she lets Lydia slip into the building. Other than that one neighbor, the lobby is completely disserted which makes sense since it is almost midnight in the middle of the week. Lydia takes the elevator up to the Argent’s floor. She crosses her arms while she waits and taps her foot with a general air of impatience. When the elevator finally arrives to the correct floor, Lydia walks to Allison’s door and knocks firmly. Mr. Argent answers it and wordlessly lets her in; all too used to the late night appearances of Lydia on his doorstep. He learned that it is better to let her in than delay the inevitable early on. Lydia smiles gratefully at him before heading straight to Allison’s bedroom. Lydia knocks politely at Allison’s closed door. Allison calls out: “Come in!” “Look at you being so studious!” Lydia remarks as she walks in. Allison smiles at her best friend, chuckling to herself slightly. She is sitting on her bed with her notes sprawled out around her. She is holding a pen in her mouth. She does not look surprised to see Lydia at her house. It’s an unspoken agreement they have; unwarranted visits are always allowed-especially in the middle of the night if/when nightmares become too much to handle alone. Lydia stands at the foot of Allison’s bed with her hands on her hips, she says casually. “Are you packed already? I know we aren’t supposed to leave for another week but I just finished the playlist for our trip. So we should leave tonight. I’m ready.” To leave this town goes unsaid from Lydia’s lips but Allison hears it anyway in her own mind; she can’t help but agree. She squints at Lydia, looking for any clues of what caused this sudden need to leave. She knows that something is wrong, but she knows better than to mention it right now. Lydia will tell her when she feels ready to talk about it. Allison smiles and nods her head. “Okay. Let me just pack some of my books. Give me ten minutes and then I will be ready to go.” Allison gets off her bed and picks up some of her books, she does not miss the sigh of relief Lydia lets out. Lydia is glad that Allison did not even question her request because honestly, Lydia couldn’t talk about it right now. She just needs to get out of this small suffocating town sooner rather than later. Lydia says nothing when Allison opens her closet door and there is a duffle bag already packed on her floor, snacks and books pocking out of her backpack by her bed. She knows they both have had their bags packed for this trip weeks in advance simply in preparation and excitement to finally leave this place far behind them; for some degree of normalcy even if it just a couple of weeks. “Don’t forget your phone charger! I left my parents a note explaining that we left a week early because my interview at MIT changed.” It says something about their friendship that Allison didn’t even bat an eyelash at this random piece of information. She knows Lydia is telling her so that their stories match up incase their parents speak to one another, which isn’t very likely, but they both follow the belief of being safe rather than sorry goes both ways. They discovered that little things can even make a difference overall. Allison nods as she packs her phone charger, her Chinese daggers, and a couple more books into her backpack. She grabs the GPS sitting on her desk and her wallet. She shoulders her backpack, grabs her duffle, and drapes her jacket over her arm. She double checks her packing list in her mind. There are a couple of things downstairs she plans on bringing but she can grab that on their way out. She smiles big and genuinely excited at Lydia. “Let’s rock.” Lydia matches Allison’s smile without a second thought. Allison’s excitement is infectious. Lydia takes the bags from Allison so she can talk to her father before they head out. Lydia isn’t sure what to expect from Mr. Argent about their sudden fleeing nighttime departure; he can be a wild card. Lydia waits patiently by the front door, trying her hardest not to eavesdrop. A little bit of their conversation reaches her ear. “Allison, it’s the middle of the night! Can’t you at least wait until the morning?” “No Dad, I can’t. If I don’t leave now, then you could find a way to push it off another day and then another. Lydia wants to leave now and I agree with her. It feels right leaving now without much of a warning. It’s smoother this way. We need it Dad. We deserve the break, don’t we? It’s only a couple of weeks…” “Fine. But don’t forget to check in at least once a day! Be careful Allison. I love you.” Lydia tunes out the rest of their conversation, thinking about her lackluster goodbye to her family and how usual that was for them. She feels grateful for Allison and hers friendship when she not only defends Lydia’s desires to leave immediately as well as understands. She sees Allison and her father coming around the corner, Allison is carrying another two bags. Lydia smiles big at them. “All set? Thanks for letting me kidnap your daughter! We’ll see you in three weeks Mr. Argent!” “Stay safe girls! Don’t get in cars with strangers… Uhhh… and make sure you have fun, alright?” “Alright Dad! We will. Bye!” Allison said as she gently shooed Lydia out of the front door. She is careful to hold the bags she is carrying out of Lydia’s eye sight which makes Lydia suspicious but she doesn’t question it, she is too busy waiting for Mr. Argent to come after them saying he changed his mind. They make it to the car without incident. Lydia watches Allison back her extra bags into the back of the car: a small tent and a thermal sleeping bag. Lydia simply raises her eyebrow at Allison when they make eye contact. Allison blushes as she closes the trunk to avoid eye contact. Allison mutters to Lydia, “Wait? I’ve always wanted to camp out under the stars. This is the perfect time! Come on. Let’s go before my dad changes his mind…” Allison said with a gesture of her head towards the car. Lydia laughs as she opens the driver’s door, both at Allison’s idea that wanting to go camping is something to be embarrassed about and the fact that they have the same fear about Allison’s dad. They both buckle in as Lydia starts driving, leaving Allison’s apartment as well as Beacon Hills “No I like that idea! It sounds fun and adventurous-like normal people’s version of adventurous.” “Lydia, we are normal people.” “HA! Good one. We are far from normal and we both know that. Your family hunts supernatural creatures as a career and hobby and I’m a banshee. Completely normal.” “Fine. You’re right BUT the point of this trip is to have a fun and adventurous road trip! It’s to leave Beacon Hills and “be normal” for a couple of weeks, right?” “I don’t think normal exists anywhere Allison, but we can get as close to it as possible. This trip is about new experiences, living life, having fun, and us. We’ll just make the best out of it.” “Good! That’s what I want to hear. Now, let’s make a list of everywhere and everything we want to do in our three weeks of freedom. Come on, I’ll start: camp out under the stars.” While Allison speaks, she reaches into her backpack and procures a notebooks and a pen. She begins writing down a list of places they want to go. Lydia glances over at Allison writing, one hand on the wheel and the other elbow resting on the door frame, holding her head up while she thinks, a smile on her lips “Hmmm… Walk through the Redwood forest! Oh and Niagara Falls!” “I’ve never been to the Redwood Forest either! When we are on the East Coast, can we go Acadia? It’s this national park in Maine that is supposed to be stunning! How about the walking the Freedom Trail in Boston after your interview with MIT? Oh and I want to go to those dumb tourist sites-“ “Like the world’s biggest metal turkey sculpture?! Me too! I think we should stop by as many as possible. I’ve always wanted to go to the Holocaust museum in DC. Also we should drive on Route 66 for a little bit. I feel like it’s a basic right as an American.” Allison laughs as she jots it down, shaking her head slightly. She puts the pen in her mouth and chews on it slightly while she thinks. She digs out the GPS she packed from her backpack and begins to set it up on the dashboard. They pass a “Leaving Beacon Hills” sign, and even though they say nothing to each other they both feel an unnoticed tension in their shoulders drain out. It’s as if a weight on their chest neither of them acknowledges was lifting with every mile they put between them and the memories haunting them in Beacon Hills. Allison removes the pen from her mouth before she speaks. “Let’s head up to the Redwood National Park first. We can add to our list as we go. Sound good?” “Sounds perfect to me. Why don’t you get some rest? It’s only about a six hour drive until we get there.” “Promise you’ll wake me for our first sunrise?” “Absolutely.” Lydia smiles at Allison’s raised eyebrows, which relaxes her immediately. Allison was already tired prior to Lydia’s arrival and she can feel herself starting to drift off. The quiet hum of the car’s engine and the darkness around them helps create the perfect atmosphere for her to sleep. She balls her jacket up into a makeshift pillow to rest her head against the window. She yawns big and smiles quietly to herself, excitement drumming under her skin for the trip ahead. For the first time in a long time, she feels happiness and excitement instead of worry about the unknown that lies ahead.

somewhere along the way
-A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 2 - Change

It takes Lydia exactly forty-two minutes from the moment that Jackson leaves to: dispose of her charcoaled dinner, move her books to her room, feed and take out Prada, write a note for her parents, grab her bags, and drive to Allison’s. Lydia knows because she counted each second out and because it took forty-two minutes too long for her to escape her house, to escape the scene where she had almost unraveled everything she had been so careful to build up for herself these past two years simply due to the appearance of an old lover.

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somewhere along the way -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 1 - Jar of Hearts.


It’s a Wednesday night in the middle of the summer before senior year and Lydia is in the midst of going through all the practice problems in her Advanced Placement Physics textbook in preparation for the fall because with the erratic schedule of supernatural attacks, who knows when she will have time to complete her assignments during the actual school year. She finds it better to complete them during the quiet hours of the summer when the supernatural seem to also be on break. Lydia’s taken the mentality that it is best to be safe rather than sorry when the supernatural is involved and god forbid it gets in the way of her perfect grade point average.
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She set up court for all her AP work in the kitchen due to its large table for all of her textbooks and proximity to food. In one corner of the table sits all of her completed work for AP Calculus AB and AP Statistics. The other half of the table is filled with papers, books, and notes on physics with a corner of psychology and Latin notes that she plans to complete by the end of summer.
Lydia is sitting on the counter next to the stove with her feet resting up on the kitchen table; in one hand she holds her physics text book, a highlighter in between her teeth and a purple pen behind her ear, her other hand is slowly petting Prada, who is fast asleep in her lap, and she keeps an eye on her panini for dinner that is slowly cooking on the stove. No one is home except for her, so she plays her pre-emptive road trip playlist quietly in the background over the kitchen speakers. Knocking at her front door startles Lydia slightly out of her textbook reading and Prada begins barking frantically. Lydia gently picks up Prada as she hops off the counter and places her beloved dog on the ground.
Lydia thinks it might be Allison visiting for help on her biology summer work since Lydia took the course last year or to smooth out more details about their road trip they have been planning for the past six months. The road trip is a treat to each other, an “I can’t believe we have survived this long” celebration, and a “we should do things we really want to do before we die” list. But to everyone they know, including their parents, they tell them it’s a college tour road trip. It isn’t a complete lie, they plan to visit some colleges on the East Coast but it isn’t the full truth either.
She walks to the door and opens it to find the last person she ever expected to be at her door: Jackson Whittemore. She freezes momentarily, her breathe catching in her throat, and her heart begins to beat faster. She looks behind him to see if there is something there, anything there to explain this, to make this a prank, to make it not real. All she sees is his familiar silver Porsche that has not been seen around town since he left for London. A familiar sly smirk comes across Jackson’s face, mistaking the increase of her heartbeat for happiness rather than fear. Lydia’s eyes focus back on Jackson and his irritating smirk. She bristles, remembering how much she used to love that cocky smirk of his. Prada seems to notice her distress, angrily yelps and bares her teeth at this now unfamiliar person at the door. Jackson looks at Prada, confusion coming across his face because Prada used to love him, and reaches towards the pint size dog, but Lydia steps in front of Prada. Prada stops yelping and sits next to Lydia, always faithful. Lydia crosses her arms across her chest as she says coolly.
“I didn’t know you were back in town Jackson.”
Jackson’s eyes flick back up to Lydia as he straightens up to face her again. The smirk is now gone from his face and his eyes look almost sad, but Lydia refuses to believe it. The more she thinks about what is happening right now, the angrier she feels. She is fuming; the anger boiling under her skin as she takes Jackson’s appearance in. He looks just as handsome as ever with beautiful cheek bones, perfectly styled hair, and adorable butt chin. He is wearing his typical prep outfit of a black short sleeved button up with khaki shorts and boat shoes. If she didn’t already know that it would hurt her more than him to punch him in the face right now, she would. God she would. A tiny part of her hates that he doesn’t look worse for wear from his time in London, especially since it reiterates the fact that he might actually look better now without her. The rest of her hates that thought entirely because he treated her terribly throughout their entire relationship and the kanima situation before just disappearing in the middle of the night for London. But their relationship was every bit of high school that she no longer feels: a time when she was naïve, insecure, and didn’t believe that there ever could be better for her. Now she knows better, having grown up exponentially since he left. It’s hard to admit but maybe it did them both good. But she is still furious that he would audacity to believe that she would go running back to his arms after everything that happened between them and that his presence has thrown her world that she has built up from scratch a little off kilter. To be honest, she never expected Jackson to come back to Beacon Hills.
Jackson looks down and coughs awkwardly, as if sensing Lydia’s anger, which he probably can after honing his werewolf skills abroad. He seems to be taking time to remind himself of something in his head. Perhaps it is a reason as to why he is here, why he came to Lydia, what he wants say, or maybe he just wants to get back together. He looks up at her, meets her heated glare, and speaks softly.
“I just got in a couple of hours ago. I… uh… I just needed to see you. I mean I missed you while I was gone. And I wanted to talk to you the entire time but I couldn’t… I just couldn’t. I need to tell you something… I mean I want to tell you something that I think is really important. I need… I mean want to apologize.”
Jackson looks at her pleading her to understand, but Lydia just crosses her arms tighter against her body. Her hands clenching into fists as she grinds her teeth in annoyance at his words. The idea of punching him crosses her mind again and she wonders if her broken hand will be worth it. She grits out angrily:
“I don’t care Jackson. Whatever you need to say, you can go tell Derek. I don’t want you here; you are two years too late on your god damn apology.”
“Lydia! Please listen to me for five minutes. Please. Then I will leave you alone for as long as you want. I promise. Please just hear me out. Please?”
Lydia slowly stops grinding her teeth each time Jackson pleads with her. She knows he is not one for begging for anything and any time it happens, it means he is being as genuine as he can possibly be. A tiny bit of Lydia’s anger recedes enough for her to be curious as to whatever the hell he has to say to her. She breathes out harshly.
“I will give you precisely five before I slam this door in your face and walk away from you forever. Clock starts now.”
Jackson relaxes slightly in relief as he nods his head at her words. He takes in a big breathe as if he has much to say and five minutes might not be enough time for him to say it all therefore he can’t waste time taking breathes.
“First of all, I am terribly sorry for way I treated you while we were and weren’t dating. I was emotionally and physically abusive to you, and no one deserves that. You were pretty much the greatest thing in my life; you always pushed me to be the best that I could be and sometimes that angered me so much because you knew more about what I needed than I did. You managed to get under my skin in a way that both thrilled and horrified me so I lashed out my insecurities at you whenever I felt vulnerable or unhappy or whatever. It was unwarranted and unjustifiable. While I was in London, I fully realized just how toxic our relationship was. We were awful to each other and I am so sorry for that.
I’m also sorry for keeping you in the dark about what was going, for not listening to you when you needed me, and for being so self-absorbed in my issues and desires that I did not see you struggling to simply stay afloat. But once again, I was in a bad place and just couldn’t see how selfish and destructive I was.
You and Danny were my best friends and I regretted leaving the way I did for London every single day I was away. I am sorry for not attempting to contact either of you as well. It was something I just needed to do for myself. I needed to discover myself, what I wanted, and who I hoped to become. I couldn’t do that with ties still in Beacon Hills. I know that is the shittiest reason or even excuse but I am entirely serious. I truly believed that you would be better without me, without any trace of me, and that I would benefit more with a clean cut of my ties in Beacon Hills. 
Of course you are probably thinking what the hell is in London’s water to make me suddenly realize all of this, well there isn’t anything. I finally took your advice. I started seeing a psychologist, a supernatural psychologist, in London. You were the only person that ever really heard or knew about any of my feelings, fears, and insecurities and once I was completely and utterly alone in a foreign country I realized how much help I needed. You were right the entire time: getting help is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of strength, a sign that I know my limitations as a person and that I could use help from time to time. It was actually his idea that I talk to you when I told him I was going home. I haven’t decided if I will stay for senior year but I will be here for the rest of the summer.
That doesn’t mean I want or expect us to get back together. That is not my intention at all; I think we might be too toxic for each other. Plus you look like you’ve been doing amazing without me. Hell, I don’t even expect you to forgive me! I just needed to tell you this for my sanity. I needed to tell you the truth for once and genuinely apologize to you. I’m sorry for everything Lydia. You deserve nothing but the best, and I know and see now that I am not the best for you. I truly hope you get it.”
Jackson finishes with a slight nod to himself, a quiet relieved smiles comes across his lips. He puts his hands into the pockets on his shorts. Lydia feels frozen from the inside out, as if the words she just heard have rendered her motionless as well as speechless. Her brain feels like it has been mixed up and reversed. Everything she swore she was sure of before, she is not so confident about right now. She hates this feeling and she hates that Jackson has made her feel like this. Suddenly, she comes back to herself and the moment. She turns off her emotions, not currently possessing the strength to analyze them right now with Jackson in front of her. Not when she feels so extremely vulnerable in a way that only old lovers can make one feel. A smirk comes to her lips and she loosens one of her arms from across her chest to hold the door. She responds to him in matter of fact manner.
“Well you are right about one thing: I have been and I am better off without you. Good bye Jackson.”
Right as the counting in her mind reaches three hundred Lydia slams the door in Jackson’s face. She lets out a huge breathe that she didn’t know she had been holding in as she leans her head against the door, her mind reeling after that unexpected visit. Prada softly licks Lydia’s calf, jerking Lydia back from her thoughts. She sniffs the air and smells something burning. Shit. She forgot her dinner on the stove. She hears Jackson mutter one last thing from behind the door before she turns away to the kitchen and her ruined dinner.
“Thanks for giving me the five minutes I never gave you Lydia. Take care.”
Lydia turns cold all over once again and freezes in her spot in her hallway because she can hear the genuineness in his voice. Something that is usually so rare in Jackson but she witnessed twice tonight. The last time he had been that gentle with her, so genuine, was that night with the key to his house. That night she shoved herself head first, blindly, into the world of the supernatural, all for-No. She is not going there. She is not thinking about that right now. She is a different person now. She stays rooted to that post in the middle of her front hallway, waiting for the familiar purr of the Porsche coming alive before she allows the feeling of relief to wash over her. A thought crosses her mind and Lydia decides in a nanosecond to run with it. Now is time.

somewhere along the way
-A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of when Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country just to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fell in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 1 - Jar of Hearts.

It’s a Wednesday night in the middle of the summer before senior year and Lydia is in the midst of going through all the practice problems in her Advanced Placement Physics textbook in preparation for the fall because with the erratic schedule of supernatural attacks, who knows when she will have time to complete her assignments during the actual school year. She finds it better to complete them during the quiet hours of the summer when the supernatural seem to also be on break. Lydia’s taken the mentality that it is best to be safe rather than sorry when the supernatural is involved and god forbid it gets in the way of her perfect grade point average.

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just a little humani can only take so much (x)

*edited to slow down the gif from hyperspeed.

just a little human
i can only take so much (x)

*edited to slow down the gif from hyperspeed.

BaHammered! ♫
—-listen on 8tracks.

This mix features a variety of merry sing along songs from a wide range of artists. It includes songs and covers by pop stars like Justin Bieber and Fun., cartoons like Alvin and the Chipmunks and Charlie Brown, country stars like Sheryl Crow and Willie Nelson, and of course the classics like Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra!
These one hundred Christmas songs to get anyone (even the Grinch!) into the holiday party spirit! 

BaHammered! ♫

—-listen on 8tracks.

This mix features a variety of merry sing along songs from a wide range of artists. It includes songs and covers by pop stars like Justin Bieber and Fun., cartoons like Alvin and the Chipmunks and Charlie Brown, country stars like Sheryl Crow and Willie Nelson, and of course the classics like Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra!

These one hundred Christmas songs to get anyone (even the Grinch!) into the holiday party spirit! 

Happy Holidays!

This year Lydia is being a little more intense than usual about the whole “secret” aspect of Secret Snowflake…

Happy Holidays!

This year Lydia is being a little more intense than usual about the whole “secret” aspect of Secret Snowflake…

Sorry for the kinda lame hiatus? Classes are just ending and the next month is going to be crazy busy but I have an awesome graphic that I just outlined that I can’t wait to do when I have some spare time. No really, if I execute it right it will be great.

Ps. I have started writing the Allydia Roadtrip Fanfic! I’m really excited about that as well and should start posting it once I have it over have written. I’m aiming at 12 chapters and I have 2 written and everything else outlined!

It reads left column then right column and I wanted to make it from the point of view of any random person in that cafeteria but my head canon is definitely Boyd. If you squint, the text kinda looks like an apple (or it should…)

lil’ late but my submission for Erica Reyes week at TWWL! If you haven’t seen what they are doing over there you definitely should!

It reads left column then right column and I wanted to make it from the point of view of any random person in that cafeteria but my head canon is definitely Boyd. If you squint, the text kinda looks like an apple (or it should…)

lil’ late but my submission for Erica Reyes week at TWWL! If you haven’t seen what they are doing over there you definitely should!

FrankenShitfaced 

—-listen on 8tracks.

A mix of fifty upbeat spooky songs about witches, werewolves, and everything that goes bump in the night which is perfect for dancing, getting ready, or becoming FrankenShitfaced this Halloween!

photos courtesy of Grenville Guys on flickr.

somewhere along the way - Fanmix Pt. 2 -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country to escape the stress and bad memories that haunt them in Beacon Hills. Allison believed that fun songs to sing along to were mandatory for a road trip so this was the playlist she made for their journey.

listen to her playlist here. check out Lydia’s playlist here.

Once Gym Class Heroes’ song, Ass Back Home, stops playing Lydia realizes she had been tapping her highlighter against her text book to the beat without a conscious effort. Now that she thinks about it, even though they are only a couple of songs into Allison’s road trip beats (her words-not Lydia’s) they all have been catchy or familiar. Lydia recognized some of them from hit radio stations and other have been popular in past years. She teased Allison when first putting her almost eight hour playlist on, but so far Lydia wasn’t opposed to it. She might actually like its mix of popular songs from over the years. Plus it was keeping Allison awake, focused, and happy. She had sung, hummed or drummed the beat of every song that had played so far.
Lydia pushes that silly thought out of her head, justifying that Allison made this playlist so obviously she would know the words to all of the songs. The current tune playing is unfamiliar to Lydia, but she has a feeling she’ll know the chorus. Just like during every previous song on this playlist, Allison bobs her head and drums her thumbs against the steering wheel to the music. When Allison starts singing softly along, the words “bare necessities” reaches Lydia’s ears and she finally registers the song. Her mouth drops open in surprise as she rests her textbook closed on her lap. She turns to gape at her best friend, her previous thought slips out of her mouth:
“Oh my god. You are a real life Disney princess!”
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Allison stops singing as she glances over at Lydia; her eyebrows are drawn together in slight confusion at Lydia’s outburst.
“What? How?”
“Your love for a catchy beat! Your natural desires to sing along to everything! Disney princesses and the Wildcats are the only two people with an unusual urge to sing at all times. And, last time I checked, red, white, and black were not our school colors. God, I bet you even have your own theme song you mentally sing while out on hunts.”
“You’re right. My head is too much in the game to be a Wildcat. But that doesn’t make me a princess! You don’t have a theme song? I call bullshit. You play Maneater every time you get ready for a date!”
“Not every time… and that’s just my ultimate pump up song for the preparation to break hearts and take names. Completely different. Wait! It even explains your skin! Only a Disney princess would have skin as flawless as yours.”
Allison laughs loudly, drowning out Bare Necessities playing in the background. This topic is one they have discussed countless times throughout their friendship. She smirks at Lydia.
“Fine. I concede to that. Which princess am I?”
“Hmmm… I know Stiles sometimes calls you Princess Katniss, but she is not a princess and I know you favor your Chinese daggers over your bow any day. So, I think you have the skin of Snow White coupled with the fierce determination and weaponry of Mulan and the moral compass of Pocahontas.”
“Well I’m flattered. Snow white is ehhh but Mulan and Pocahontas are totally bad ass. I’ll take it. Ummm… I think you have the intelligence and drive of Jane from Tarzan and Jasmine’s take no bullshit attitude, with a combination of Meredith and Ariel’s hair for color and shape, but Rapunzel’s for length.”
“What! My hair is not that long! I’m also surprised you didn’t say Kuzko’s ego…”
“Have you seen your hair lately? When was the last time you cut it? It is so long it fully covers your chest! Also I would have said Kuzko, but I didn’t want to inflate your ego more than it already is. I didn’t want it to go to your head.”
“It can’t go to my head if it’s true Allison.”
Lydia remarks raising her eyebrows at Allison and giving her the trademark “you know I am right” face. Allison and Lydia start cracking up together. Allison is the first to recover; she remarks with a joking voice,
“Sure… Okay Yzma.”
“Does that make you Kronk?”
“Obviously. We’d still be best friends, just villain best friends.”
“Well I’m glad I can count on you.”
“You can. You always can.”
Allison adds with a fondness in her voice and a genuine smile on her lips, completely serious with her remark.  She glances over to Lydia, who turned to face forwards towards the road during their banter. Her eyes look wide like she is gazing far in the distance. She nods slowly as she returns her focus the dashboard of the car. She turns her head to Allison and smiles sweetly back.
“I know.”

Allison and Lydia both relax into their seats after that. As if that admittance on the strength of their friendship dissolved some tension they hadn’t acknowledged lingering in the car from last night. They fell quiet, listening to Allison’s next song playing. Allison wastes no time as she begins to hum along to the catchy beat while opening up the car’s windows. Lydia finds herself grinning when Allison begins to belt out the chorus of The Best Song Ever and she can’t help herself, she sings loudly with her. She puts her hand out her window as Allison raises the volume. They both dance in their seats and sing along on the top of their lungs. Lydia has not a single care for how ridiculous she looks because she is with her best friend and that is just what best friends do. They bring out the weird in each other. When the song ends, Lydia and Allison exchange matching gleeful smiles. Lydia relaxes into her seat, feeling more at ease than she can ever remember and she knows it’s all because of Allison.

somewhere along the way - Fanmix Pt. 2 
-A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

Allison and Lydia went on a three week road trip across the country to escape the stress and bad memories that haunt them in Beacon Hills. Allison believed that fun songs to sing along to were mandatory for a road trip so this was the playlist she made for their journey.

listen to her playlist here. check out Lydia’s playlist here.

Once Gym Class Heroes’ song, Ass Back Home, stops playing Lydia realizes she had been tapping her highlighter against her text book to the beat without a conscious effort. Now that she thinks about it, even though they are only a couple of songs into Allison’s road trip beats (her words-not Lydia’s) they all have been catchy or familiar. Lydia recognized some of them from hit radio stations and other have been popular in past years. She teased Allison when first putting her almost eight hour playlist on, but so far Lydia wasn’t opposed to it. She might actually like its mix of popular songs from over the years. Plus it was keeping Allison awake, focused, and happy. She had sung, hummed or drummed the beat of every song that had played so far.

Lydia pushes that silly thought out of her head, justifying that Allison made this playlist so obviously she would know the words to all of the songs. The current tune playing is unfamiliar to Lydia, but she has a feeling she’ll know the chorus. Just like during every previous song on this playlist, Allison bobs her head and drums her thumbs against the steering wheel to the music. When Allison starts singing softly along, the words “bare necessities” reaches Lydia’s ears and she finally registers the song. Her mouth drops open in surprise as she rests her textbook closed on her lap. She turns to gape at her best friend, her previous thought slips out of her mouth:

“Oh my god. You are a real life Disney princess!”

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ARE YOU GONNA WRITE THE ALLISON X LYDIA FIC IM SCREAMING

Gahhh! I’m so happy that you like it!!! No seriously~

I was debating on expanding on one of the AUs I posted recently and I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to try to make into a full fledged fanfic. But I will most definitely think about making Allison x Lydia a full one! So far it is the one I am leaning most towards. I will def keep you posted and I appreciate your opinion!

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