"will always and forever love this girl on and off screen"

Sometimes I get annoyed because I feel like there is a lot of privilege that is unknowingly associated with fandoms and being a “true fan”. I mean there are all these conventions that cost a good deal of money to get in never mind travel to (or dress up/cosplay for) and it’s like only “real fans” go to these things and it’s like no, only people that can afford (which is great if you can!) to go and it has nothing to do with being a “true fan”. Because at the end of the day, being a fan can be really fucking expensive.
But then I remember all the free fandom stuff available like artwork and fanfiction and it calms me.

twfemslash:

Femslash Week 2014!
Mark your calendars, because Monday August 4th to Sunday 10th, twfemslash is hosting femslash week! We accept all mediums and ships featuring established female characters. 
The themes for the week are

Monday SupernaturalTuesday Kink/PWPWednesday Rare PairsThursday AU/Crossovers/FusionsFriday FutureSaturday PolyamorousSunday Tropes

When posting, use the tag #twfemslash. More details about the event and the themes can be found here. Prompts are accepted until August 3rd, just send us an ask. 

twfemslash:

Femslash Week 2014!

Mark your calendars, because Monday August 4th to Sunday 10th, twfemslash is hosting femslash week! We accept all mediums and ships featuring established female characters. 

The themes for the week are

Monday Supernatural
Tuesday Kink/PWP
Wednesday Rare Pairs
Thursday AU/Crossovers/Fusions
Friday Future
Saturday Polyamorous
Sunday Tropes

When posting, use the tag #twfemslash. More details about the event and the themes can be found here. Prompts are accepted until August 3rd, just send us an ask

dyleon:

Teen Wolf Au: Stiles and Allison are siblings and the sheriff is their father. When Allison is killed, her death is ruled as an accidental animal attack, however, Stiles refused to believe this and uncovers the truth on his own. He won’t stop until he kills the monster who murdered his sister.

Stiles showers. The colour of blood drips on the floor and fills it out.

"Red is a pretty colour, isn’t it?"

Stiles doesn’t know where the voice comes from. Someone in his head started to tell him things.

Every night, Stiles wakes up on his bed with wide eyes, the bathroom lights still on and the sound of the shower fills the whole house.

"You have no idea why she died but you kill them anyway," the voice gets louder and louder and Stiles just lies there, focusing the sound of water splashing at the floor.

~

"Stiles," Stiles’ dad says one day and sighs, "her death was an accident."

Stiles still feels how the werewolf scratched his face before he shot him down. His, its blood splattering to the ground when the bullet gored through its brain. This wolf could have been the wolf which killed his sister.

"No, dad, it wasn’t." It comes out dryly and without any uncertainty.

"You can’t just kill every werewolf you meet. Hunters have a code, Stiles."

"Why is it wrong then?" Stiles voice gets more bitter and angry. "Every of these monsters could have killed her! I’m the one who is upright!"

The sheriff snorts and doesn’t say anything at first. He takes a look at all of Stiles’ guns on his table. “You know, I’m not a hunter like your father and I don’t know the code as well as he does, but I don’t think he wants to kill his own son.”

"Just because you married him, doesn’t mean I’m his son."

"Stiles…"

"I know," Stiles says. Chris wasn’t his real father but Allison was from Chris’ family part. "I’m sorry. I’m not doing anything, I promise."

John just stands up and heads to the door. Something in Stiles lets him worried. When he looks to his dad, he looks with a look that says: I’m sorry that you have to go through this.

~

Stiles dreams from the voices again. He doesn’t even know what they really say. It’s just… screaming in his head. Something that’s telling him to keep going while the other’s begging unclear him to stop.

Stiles wakes up with the sound of the shower again. His guns on his table are literally screaming for it. They don’t stop until he will be satisfied.

"Time to kill another of these fuckers…"

~

Stiles holds up his taser towards to tied up man.

"We didn’t kill your sister," the man says, gasping for air.

"But you know who did. Now tell me before put down the rest of your pack down."

"No, I don’t know."

LIAR!

Suddenly a bright light appears and blinds Stiles followed by clout at his head. The wolf runs away and Stiles turns around to the direction the… arrow came from.

"That’s enough," Chris says, gun pointed at him.

"You have no idea what you’re doing," Stiles scream.

"No, you don’t," Chris pauses finger slowly clinging at the trigger. "We have a code."

"Not," Stiles shouts out and breaths deeply, "when they murdered my sister."

"They didn’t kill Allison. You did."

Stiles freezes.

"What."

"Somehow you got bit," Chris says, still pointing the gun at him, "and it forces you to kill all those people."

Stiles starts to shiver. No, that can’t be true, he’s lying.

Stiles’s fists start to hurt all of the sudden. He looks at his hands-at his claws which are growing out.

"You killed her," Chris repeats again, full with hatred in his voice, "You killed my daughter."

The voice in Stiles’ head gets even louder.

"Keep going. Keep going."

The other voice is now totally clear in his head. The voice which begged him to stop gets suddenly clear in his head.

"Please Stiles, it’s me. Stop, stop!"

Blood on his face and hands, dripping on the bathroom floor. He can’t hold the reality back.

He just stands there, staring at Chris’ gun, pointed at him. Allison’s screams are coming out of the gun with the other voice. Stiles doesn’t move. Can’t move until Chris says it.

"You know what we do with those kind of werewolves."

Stiles hears Allison’s scream for the last time in his head, followed be the sound of a gun. Everything is red around him and the voice, the full moon, says it again while everything turns slowly black.

"Red is such a pretty colour, isn’t it?"

somewhere along the way.➳a masterlist of an allydia roadtrip!au by melbopo

Lydia’s Road Trip Playlist ➳ 8tracks. ao3. tumblr.
Allison’s Road Trip Playlist ➳ 8tracks. ao3. tumblr.

➳➳➳ Full Fanfic Table of Contents:

Chapter 1 - Jar of Hearts  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 2 - Change  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 3 - Miss Independent  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 4 - Uncharted  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 5 - Here’s to Never Growing Up  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 6 - Step Off  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 7 - You and I  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 8 - Bad Girls  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 9 - Run the World (Girls)  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 10 - Brave  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 11 - Q.U.E.E.N.  ➳ ao3. tumblr.
Chapter 12 - She Keeps me Warm  ➳ ao3. tumblr.

somewhere along the way.
a masterlist of an allydia roadtrip!au by melbopo

Lydia’s Road Trip Playlist ➳ 8tracks. ao3. tumblr.

Allison’s Road Trip Playlist  8tracks. ao3. tumblr.

 Full Fanfic Table of Contents:

Chapter 1 - Jar of Hearts ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 2 - Change ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 3 - Miss Independent ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 4 - Uncharted ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 5 - Here’s to Never Growing Up ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 6 - Step Off ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 7 - You and I ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 8 - Bad Girls ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 9 - Run the World (Girls) ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 10 - Brave ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 11 - Q.U.E.E.N. ao3. tumblr.

Chapter 12 - She Keeps me Warm ao3. tumblr.

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 12 - She Keeps Me Warm

…
“Let’s go find our campsite for the night babe.”
They continue to walk around Yosemite park at a leisurely pace, holding hands and talking about whatever random things they see or that come to mind. After about half an hour, the sun is almost completely set, the sky a dark blue to pink gradient with dozens of stars. Lydia works on starting the fire while Allison sets up the tent. Successful in her task, Lydia retrieves the sleeping bags. She walks over carrying both bags in her arms when Allison erupts into laughter, the tent only partially assembled behind her. Lydia drops the sleeping bags into the open flap of the tent. She kneels down next to where Allison is trying to coerce a pipe into the right position to support the front of the tent.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m struggling with this last part! The pipe just fucking hit me in the face! I refuse to let it beat me- literally and figuratively.”
Lydia simply raises an eyebrow at Allison’s competitive antics against an inanimate object, a smile teases its way onto her lips as Allison’s swears increase with her frustration. Once the pipe finally cooperates, Allison cheers at her success briefly before speaking,
“Well that was…”
“In tents?”
Lydia supplies to Allison when she pauses to come up with the right word. Lydia isn’t even trying to hide her knowing smirk at the terrible pun. Allison turns to looks at her, surprise at Lydia’s casual joke obvious in the way her eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops into a perfect “o” shape. Then Allison throws her head back with delighted laughter at the god awful pun, unable to restrain herself as the laughter echoes through her lips, shakes down her neck and shoulders. Lydia’s smile only grows more as Allison laughs, entranced by the carefree sound and knowing that she is the cause of it. Her eyes trail down Allison’s open and amused face, her extended neck, the “v” in her shirt that accents her boobs perfectly and then back up to her face, suddenly extremely turned on by Allison’s infectious happiness.
….

You can read the whole chapter here on ao3 or below!
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“You know, I don’t think I will ever get tired of national parks.”
Whatever residual annoyance leftover from Allison and Lydia’s morning argument over the day’s schedule drains from Allison at Lydia’s words. Even though they haven’t exchanged a word on their nine mile hike so far, Allison pushes all the negative thoughts to the back of her mind to share this moment with Lydia. The sun is starting to set on the other side of the valley, casting a beautiful golden light over the trees, rivers, and plants below them.
Allison walks up behind where Lydia stands with her hands on her hips, looking out into the distance. Allison hugs Lydia from behind, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She rests her head on Lydia’s shoulder, whispers in her ear,
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean Yosemite National Park is our, what? Eight national park in the past three weeks? And not a single one has disappointed me.”
“Each one beautiful in their own way.”
“Yeah… yeah they are.”
“Just like you.”
Allison replies before planting a kiss on Lydia’s cheek. Lydia turns her neck to look into Allison’s face, a rare soft expression on her face that only happens when she realizes she was wrong.
“I’m sorry I tried to plan our whole day today. You were right, taking our time has been really nice.”
Allison hums her approval into Lydia’s ear,
“Apology accepted. I’m glad it worked out; today has been nice. It’s always nice when I get to spend time with you.”
Sadness flickers over Lydia’s features but she’s pressing her lips to Allison’s with a bruising kiss that has a gentle brush of tongue (which is quickly become Allison’s latest addiction), before Allison can fully identify the change in expression.
“Let’s go find our campsite for the night babe.”
They continue to walk around Yosemite park at a leisurely pace, holding hands and talking about whatever random things they see or that come to mind. After about half an hour, the sun is almost completely set, the sky a dark blue to pink gradient with dozens of stars. Lydia works on starting the fire while Allison sets up the tent. Successful in her task, Lydia retrieves the sleeping bags. She walks over carrying both bags in her arms when Allison erupts into laughter, the tent only partially assembled behind her. Lydia drops the sleeping bags into the open flap of the tent. She kneels down next to where Allison is trying to coerce a pipe into the right position to support the front of the tent.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m struggling with this last part! The pipe just fucking hit me in the face! I refuse to let it beat me- literally and figuratively.”
Lydia simply raises an eyebrow at Allison’s competitive antics against an inanimate object, a smile teases its way onto her lips as Allison’s swears increase with her frustration. Once the pipe finally cooperates, Allison cheers at her success briefly before speaking,
“Well that was…”
“In tents?”
Lydia supplies to Allison when she pauses to come up with the right word. Lydia isn’t even trying to hide her knowing smirk at the terrible pun. Allison turns to looks at her, surprise at Lydia’s casual joke obvious in the way her eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops into a perfect “o” shape. Then Allison throws her head back with delighted laughter at the god awful pun, unable to restrain herself as the laughter echoes through her lips, shakes down her neck and shoulders. Lydia’s smile only grows more as Allison laughs, entranced by the carefree sound and knowing that she is the cause of it. Her eyes trail down Allison’s open and amused face, her extended neck, the “v” in her shirt that accents her boobs perfectly and then back up to her face, suddenly extremely turned on by Allison’s infectious happiness.
Lydia moves in closer to Allison as her laughter is starting to die down; she pauses only inches from Allison’s lips, her eyes waiting for Allison’s to see her. Allison opens her eyes, cheeks flushed pink from her laughter, a smile still on her lips. She licks her bottom lip, biting it gently just to watch from this close proximity the way Lydia’s eyes dilate in response. Allison’s “what” barely escapes her mouth before Lydia closes the distance with a kiss that knocks Allison off balance, falling backwards into the open tent flap. Lydia follows after her, continuing to kiss down her neck. The toppling into the tent elicits another chuckle out of Allison as she lands onto the sleeping bags, Lydia chases the sound from Allison’s lips.
Allison immediately catches onto the mood of the kiss; it’s hungry, desperate and a little rough as if the frustrated energy from this morning still hasn’t dissipated between them. The feeling translates to her as she rolls Lydia over so she can be on top, grinding her hips down onto Lydia’s as she makes quick work of removing her shirt. Lydia hastily removes hers before returning her hands to Allison’s chest. Her hands are just as eager as her lips on Allison’s skin, always flinting from one place to the next as if she can’t get enough of the way she feels, constantly moving up and down Allison’s back only pausing momentarily when Allison unhooks her own bra. Allison leans down, sealing her mouth over Lydia’s to lick filthily into her mouth causing a small shudder to pass through Lydia as her hands become more desperate on Allison’s skin.
One of Lydia’s hands makes its way down Allison’s back and under her shorts to grab Allison’s smooth round ass, kneading it roughly in her hand causing Allison to buck forward slightly, her exposed sensitive nipples rubbing over the rougher texture of Lydia’s lacy bra. Allison pulls away from Lydia’s bitten lips to moan at the sensation from the contrast, her hips grinding down harder on Lydia’s, her hands on either side of Lydia’s head above her shoulders. Lydia’s other hand settles on Allison’s head, her fingers digging into Allison’s scalp bringing her lips back to hers for a wet kiss that is more tongue and teeth than actual lips. Allison moves her hand to grab Lydia’s boobs through the lacy bra, rubbing the material over Lydia’s nipple. She breaks away from their kiss when Lydia moans, Allison’s mouth leaves biting kisses down Lydia’s jaw then her throat, the sensitive spot near the ear, over her collarbone, before finally reaching Lydia’s boobs. She licks Lydia’s nipple through the fabric, reveling in the reaction it draws from Lydia, moaning and writhing for more friction between her legs. Lydia’s arm lets go of Allison’s ass, settling for a tight grip on her upper thigh instead.
Allison’s hand snakes down Lydia’s stomach as she bites and licks one of Lydia’s nipples until it is tender and hard under the damp lacy bra. Allison’s hand goes under Lydia’s underwear and between her legs, gentling applying the much desired pressure to Lydia’s clit. Her fingers travel a little further down, feeling how wet Lydia’s vagina is. The thought that she has that kind of power over Lydia turns her on even more, a smug smirk on her lips as she looks at Lydia’s flush face from under her lashes, her mouth just inches from Lydia’s chest. She blows air over the wet lacy bra at the same time that she slips a finger into her vagina. Lydia inhales sharply, her back arching off the ground at the feeling, her nails digging into Allison’s thigh and edging her on. Allison slides a second finger in, amazed at how easily her fingers moveThe words tumble out of Allison’s mouth in between her rough bites on Lydia’s neglected nipple:
“God Lydia, you are so fucking beautiful. So beautifully wet for me.”
Allison works in a third finger, finding the angle difficult to properly fuck into Lydia’s vagina even though Lydia’s hips are rocking down on her fingers slightly. Allison’s words reigniting the desperation in Lydia as she reaches down to pull Allison’s mouth back up to hers. Her tongue demanding entrance to Allison’s mouth as her hands skirt back into Allison’s shorts and under her underwear to grab her ass again. The filthy kiss completely distracts Allison from her task of fucking Lydia, which has become nearly impossible with her body this close to Lydia’s. She removes her now wet fingers from Lydia’s from between Lydia’s legs. Allison realizes that she has never tasted a girl’s cum, not even her own. The idea excites her as she leans back away from Lydia who whines subconsciously at the movement. Allison adjusts herself to be resting back on her butt, her thighs straddling Lydia’s.
Lydia’s hand immediately begins to unbutton Allison’s shorts now that it has the proper opportunity to. Her hand slows when she realizes what Allison is about to do, her mouth drops open and her eyes hungrily drink in the unforgettably attractive sight currently in front of her: a topless Allison straddling her legs, one hand tossing her curls back while the other hand, glistening with Lydia’s cum on its fingers, approaches red swollen lips. Lydia is transfixed under Allison’s unwavering and confident gaze. Allison takes a finger into her mouth, humming at the taste of Lydia on her tongue as she unconsciously squeezes her thighs on Lydia’s thigh. The squeeze brings Lydia jarring back to the moment, she quickly and roughly rolls them back over again so she is on top. The force of changing positions knocks the breath out of Allison, reminding her of Lydia’s strength but before she can make a comment Lydia’s mouth is on hers, demanding all of her brain power. Lydia breaks away from the kiss to look down at Allison.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
Suddenly Allison feels two things at once: Lydia’s finger curling up into her vagina and Lydia’s mouth swallowing over two of Allison’s fingers. Allison’s other hand scrambles for a good grip in Lydia’s hair when her back arches in pure pleasure, feeling Lydia’s tongue swirl in between her fingers. She shameless moans at thoughts of where else she would like that tongue to be. She tugs at Lydia’s hair, crashing their mouths together in eagerness to taste Lydia on Lydia’s own tongue. She groans into Lydia’s mouth when Lydia fucks into her with three fingers, rubbing against Allison’s clit with her thumb. She feels Lydia’s smug smile against her lips when she licks into Lydia’s mouth, biting her bottom lip in retaliation. Lydia pulls back a couple of inches to bring her hand from Allison’s vagina, wet with her cum, to her mouth. She watches Allison’s reaction as she licks Allison’s cum off of her pointer finger, grinding her clit against Allison’s thigh while her other hand squeeze Allison’s boob. Allison hungrily takes Lydia’s fingers into her mouth when Lydia offers them, eagerly sucking her own cum from Lydia’s hand as Lydia squeezes Allison’s nipple between her fingers.
Allison finally pulls off of Lydia’s fingers, pleased with her job, the heavy look in Lydia’s eyes turns her on with that rough, desperate, and almost primal desire to fuck each other, to get the other off as fast as possible. It’s practically an invitation to an orgasming competition and Allison doesn’t like to lose. Allison’s hand goes for Lydia’s clit at the same time Lydia’s goes for hers, their mouth clash again as they fight for dominance in the kiss. Allison wins as she pinches Lydia’s clit, eliciting a surprised gasp which Allison takes as a small victory when she licks into Lydia’s open mouth. The kiss quickly dissolves into open mouth pants and moans as their motions become a slightly more desperate as they both approach their orgasm. Lydia climaxes first, her grip on Allison’s hip tight enough to leave behind bruises long after the high has worn off. But even her orgasm doesn’t stop her from the task at hand: getting Allison off. Her head drops to Allison’s neck to suck a deep hickey into the sensitive skin near Allison’s ear while her thigh grinds up against Allison’s clit. She keeps the rhythm of biting and applying a little more pressure until Allison’s grip on her ass tightens as does her thighs, when she finally climaxes with her back arching off the ground.
Lydia collapses next to her on the ground of the tent, the air is filled with the sound of their fast breathes returning to normal and crickets. Lydia chuckles softly to herself, Allison looks over at her, a grin already on her face at Lydia’s laugh,
“What?”
Lydia points in front of them to the front part of the tent that has fallen down again, her laughter a little louder now with amusement clear in her voice as she replies.
“So much for all your in tents work! We knocked it down.”
Allison rolls her eyes at Lydia’s terrible pun but finds herself laughing along with Lydia, her shoulder shaking against the ground of the tent. She sits up, rummaging through the closest backpack for a sweatshirt to throw on. Successful in finding one, she puts it on as she stands up, buttoning her shorts up. She kisses the top of Lydia’s head as she prepares to leave the tent.
“How about you try to fix it while I cook us some dinner?”
Lydia grins up at her, smacking her butt slightly as she retreats out of the tent flaps. Laughing openly at the noise of surprise Allison makes. She reaches for a sweatshirt to join Allison outside to attempt to fix the tent.
Fifteen minutes later Lydia makes her way to Allison who is staring into the fire, her face scrunched in deep concentration as the grilled cheese sandwiches toast, the cheese oozing out of the aluminum foil. Lydia grins as she puts her arms around Allison’s waist from behind, resting her head on the side of Allison’s shoulder. She remarks teasingly,
“We switched sweatshirts…”
“Hmmm? Yeah we did.”
Allison responds, noncommittally. It sets something off in Lydia’s brain as she releases her hold on Allison to stand next to her and look into her face. Her face mimics Allison’s slightly as her eyebrows draw together in confusion at Allison’s distant gaze. She touches Allison’s arm gently as if to not spook her out of her current mind place,
“You good?”
Lydia’s voice is gentle and worried which seems to jolt Allison back into the present. She shakes her head slightly as her eyes begin to refocus. She removes the grilled cheese aluminum foils from the grill grate to cool down. Allison begins talking as she does this before suddenly she turns around to face Lydia head on, her voice and face betraying her anger.
“Absol-wait. No. I’m not good.”
Lydia’s face matches the concerned tone in her voice as she asks, “What’s wrong babe?”
“I can’t do this any more!”
Lydia’s face immediately falls at Allison’s words, the hurt and rejection she feels blatantly on display. The fear in the idea of Allison giving up on them, of losing this new and amazing thing they have, of losing her best friend in the whole wide world is enough to make her voice sound small and uncertain, shaking slightly as she asks another question.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t do this! I can’t just go around being all couple-ly with you when I know you are going to break up with me any day now! I don’t want to wait for that moment to happen, constantly being alert that this might be our last kiss or moment as a couple. I rather just go through it now than suffer through that.”
Allison’s words confuse Lydia even further, she shakes her head back and forth as if it will help the words make sense in her own mind.
“Wait what? We just had really amazing sex… Why do you think I’m going to break up with you Allison?”
Allison’s anger fuels her energy as she begins to gesture her frustration with her hands.
“Yeah, that sex was our last big “hooray” before the end-to get it out of our system one last time! Lydia, over the past couple of days you’ve been arguing with me about the dumbest shit, trying to micromanage our plans to a “t”, always being out of bed before I wake up in the mornings, and you’ve been distant with me since Texas. At first I thought it was just the road trip and being cramped, but today when you tried to make a plan for every single waking moment of the day I realized that you wanted to pull away to make the break up easier before we got to Beacon Hills.”
“What-”
“It’s okay Lydia. I just don’t want to be in a relationship that I know is going to end. I’ll even do the breaking up for you-”
Lydia realizes immediately that Allison misread her behaviors over the past couple of days and her eyes go wide as she registers that her girlfriend is about to break up with her over some stupid misunderstandings. She grabs Allison by her upper arms, jostling her a little to make her stop her tirade. Allison stops talking to look down into Lydia’s face.
“No! No it is not okay Allison! I don’t want to break up with you!”
Now it is Allison’s turn to be confused, her eyebrows come together again as she narrows her eyes slightly at Lydia.
“What?”
“I do not want to break up with you! I didn’t mean to pull away from you at all… It’s just the closer that we get to returning to Beacon Hills, the more anxious I’m becoming.”
“What’s making you anxious? Us?”
“No it’s… well this road trip has been amazing… It has been so fucking nice to get away from everything in Beacon Hills and it has been even nicer getting closer to you. I’m anxious about going back to that place that crawls with bad things because I’m feel like good can’t survive there. And maybe I’m anxious about us…”
Allison doesn’t say anything, just raises her eyebrow slightly quietly edging Lydia on to continue talking.
“I have no idea what we’re doing Allison! I’ve never liked a girl before you! What are our friends and family going to say? Wait, never mind. I don’t even care actually what they think but I know that I care a whole lot about you and I don’t want to fuck up. I have no idea what I’m doing! You know I hate not knowing what I am doing and I’d hate to hurt you even more.”
Allison’s face softens as she shuffles closer to Lydia, she leans down to rest her forehead against Lydia’s. Lydia takes a deep breath, steeling herself and regaining her composure.
“I don’t know what I am doing but… I know I’m with you which makes it okay in some weird way and that kinda scares me, in a good way, but it still scares me. I’m sorry I’ve been distant the past couple of days, this has all been going on in my head.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing either boo but I know I’m happy with you. And that means more to me than knowing what the fuck I am doing cause I can learn as long as you are willing to deal with my fumbling and messing up, but I can’t necessarily have this happiness with someone else even if I know 100% what I am doing.”
Lydia smiles up at Allison, kisses her sweetly and gently with a way that conveys her gratitude. Allison pulls back, her gaze serious and fond.
“But you need to tell me these things Lydia. Our relationship isn’t going to be easy, it’s probably going to be messy, confusing, and hard when we get back to Beacon Hills. But if we talk about stuff, like our feelings, I’m positive can still be together. I’m willing to try at least because I think our relationship will be worth it.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be good at talking about my feelings but I will try.”
“Good. So we aren’t breaking up?”
“No. We’re definitely not breaking up.”
“Perfect. You good boo?”
“Absolutely babe.”


Allison and Lydia are leaning against the hood of their car, watching the lights on the large suspension bridge in San Francisco slowly twinkle to life as the sun begins to set, making the historic bridge look truly golden in the magnificent light. The sky is an array of beautiful colors that match the cool breeze blowing through the air. It causes Allison to snuggle in closer to Lydia’s side. They sit in comfortable silence, happy quiet smiles on their face as they simply take in the breathtaking scene on the last night of their road trip. Despite having lived in different places in California over the years, this is Allison’s first time visiting San Fransisco. Lydia’s more than pleased to share this special moment with her.
“Wow. This view is in tents!”
Allison remarks, a goofy grin on her face in reference to the terrible pun Lydia made while in Yosemite Park. Every since that night, Allison tries to use the pun whenever she needs an adjective to describe something just to make Lydia laugh. It works without fail for probably the fifth time that day. Lydia laughs heartily, her shoulders shaking with the effort.
"That doesn’t make sense Allison! Stop trying to make it work!"
"It can work if I want it to!"
Lydia smiles as she bumps her shoulder against Allison’s as she shakes her head fondly.
"God I love you babe-"
Lydia freezes the moment the words leave her mouth, her eyes widen in surprise as she turns to see Allison regarding her with an equally surprised facial expression. They both rush to respond, speaking in a flustered manner at the same time,
"I love you too!""I mean it!"
They both pause as they let the other’s words sink in, relief spills out of them in the form of blushing giggles. Allison kisses Lydia’s forehead sweetly, she stays in close to lean their foreheads together. The smile on her lips matching Lydia’s perfectly.
"When did you realize that you love me?"
Lydia’s smile turns smug as she replies nonchalantly,
"Oh somewhere along the way…"

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 12 - She Keeps Me Warm

“Let’s go find our campsite for the night babe.”

They continue to walk around Yosemite park at a leisurely pace, holding hands and talking about whatever random things they see or that come to mind. After about half an hour, the sun is almost completely set, the sky a dark blue to pink gradient with dozens of stars. Lydia works on starting the fire while Allison sets up the tent. Successful in her task, Lydia retrieves the sleeping bags. She walks over carrying both bags in her arms when Allison erupts into laughter, the tent only partially assembled behind her. Lydia drops the sleeping bags into the open flap of the tent. She kneels down next to where Allison is trying to coerce a pipe into the right position to support the front of the tent.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m struggling with this last part! The pipe just fucking hit me in the face! I refuse to let it beat me- literally and figuratively.”

Lydia simply raises an eyebrow at Allison’s competitive antics against an inanimate object, a smile teases its way onto her lips as Allison’s swears increase with her frustration. Once the pipe finally cooperates, Allison cheers at her success briefly before speaking,

“Well that was…”

“In tents?”

Lydia supplies to Allison when she pauses to come up with the right word. Lydia isn’t even trying to hide her knowing smirk at the terrible pun. Allison turns to looks at her, surprise at Lydia’s casual joke obvious in the way her eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops into a perfect “o” shape. Then Allison throws her head back with delighted laughter at the god awful pun, unable to restrain herself as the laughter echoes through her lips, shakes down her neck and shoulders. Lydia’s smile only grows more as Allison laughs, entranced by the carefree sound and knowing that she is the cause of it. Her eyes trail down Allison’s open and amused face, her extended neck, the “v” in her shirt that accents her boobs perfectly and then back up to her face, suddenly extremely turned on by Allison’s infectious happiness.

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 11 - Q.U.E.E.N.

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“Good thinking on your part. Now I’ll really be impressed if you can get it on.”
Allison takes the car jack and the bag of tools out of the car, setting them by the deflated tire. She returns to lug the extra tire out of the trunk before crouching in front of the tire and tilting her head as she examines it.
“I haven’t done this recently, so bear with me.”
Now it is Lydia’s turn to roll her eyes, uncrossing her arms as she makes her way towards Allison. She rests her back against the car door, smoothing her skirt out against her thighs to prevent the hot metal of the car from burning her delicate skin. Crossing one arm along her chest, she watches Allison attack the situation with a fierce sense of determination. Lydia’s eyes travel down Allison’s face, over the back of her white t-shirt that is becoming a little see through from the sweat gathering on the back of her neck caused by the Alabama heat. Lydia’s eyes roam lower over the accented curve of Allison’s ass in teal shorts. She becomes starts becoming aroused just by watching her beautiful girlfriend fix the tire on the car.
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Allison and Lydia are only about halfway between Lover’s Leap at Rock City and Birmingham, Alabama, when their tire pops on a dusty back road that looks like it is only frequented by locals. Lydia grumbles about the dangers of driving fast over rocky roads as she pulls out her cell phone to call AAA for a tow. Allison shakes her head as she gets out of the car, she calls to Lydia as she examines the deflated front tire.
“First of all, we ran over a screw which is why the tire deflated. Second, you don’t need to call AAA, I got this.”
This peaks Lydia’s interest enough to ignore the slight embarrassment at being wrong. Lydia raises her eyebrow as she locks her phone before stepping out of the car to join Allison. She crosses her arms over her chest as she too surveys the deflated tire..
“You know what you’re doing?”
Allison rolls her eyes at the sound of disbelief in Lydia’s voice. She walks to the trunk of the car and begins to rearrange their bags to get to the bottom panel of the trunk.
“Of course I do. I just need to make sure I have an actual tire in here and not just a donut…”
“There is no way we have a tire in that trunk…”
Lydia quips as she walks over, curious as to how with all of their things, a tire could also manage to fit. Allison successfully opens the bottom panel to reveal a new tire. She grins to herself as she starts removing all the pieces necessary for the task at hand.
“Remember how you mentioned that since we are going on a road trip we should get new tires for the car? Well I told my dad and he talked to your mom about it and they split the costs. I also hinted that a 5th backup tire might come in handy-Glad they listened!”
“Good thinking on your part. Now I’ll really be impressed if you can get it on.”
Allison takes the car jack and the bag of tools out of the car, setting them by the deflated tire. She returns to lug the extra tire out of the trunk before crouching in front of the tire and tilting her head as she examines it.
“I haven’t done this recently, so bear with me.”
Now it is Lydia’s turn to roll her eyes, uncrossing her arms as she makes her way towards Allison. She rests her back against the car door, smoothing her skirt out against her thighs to prevent the hot metal of the car from burning her delicate skin. Crossing one arm along her chest, she watches Allison attack the situation with a fierce sense of determination. Lydia’s eyes travel down Allison’s face, over the back of her white t-shirt that is becoming a little see through from the sweat gathering on the back of her neck caused by the Alabama heat. Lydia’s eyes roam lower over the accented curve of Allison’s ass in teal shorts. She becomes starts becoming aroused just by watching her beautiful girlfriend fix the tire on the car.
They maintain a comfortable silence as Allison steadily works on removing and replacing the tire while Lydia watches her work, her mind filling with different scenarios that all end in having sex with Allison against the car. The sound of another car on the dirt road brings Lydia out of her fantasies, she narrows her eyes at the young man that steps out of the pick up truck, admiring Allison’s ass with an obvious once over glance.
“You ladies need any help?”
Lydia crosses both arms across her chest now, suddenly on the defense. Her voice comes out clipped and annoyed when she responds to him.
“No. We are almost done.”
Allison chuckles lightly at Lydia from her place on the ground as she continues to tighten the screws back into the new tire. The man puts his hands up in front of him, the universal innocent gesture.
“Don’t mean trouble. I just thought I’d ask. It isn’t always safe for two beautiful girls like yourselves to be on dirt roads when it’s almost night time.”
“Well it isn’t safe to leave nails on the road either…”
Lydia quips back just as Allison stands up, wiping the grease off her hands on the rag she was kneeling on from the tool bag. She beams at the the man while Lydia maintains her harsh glare.
“Thanks for offering to help but we are all set. Unless you happen to know a place that I could drop off a flat tire? We’re just driving through so we’re not familiar with the area.”
“I figured as much; you guys don’t look like locals. My cousin owns a repair shop, I can take it off your hands if you want.”
“That’d be perfect! Thank you!”
Allison says as she clasps her hands together. She helps put the tire in his trunk and waves as he drives away. She walks back to where Lydia is still leaning on the car, standing in front of Lydia as she wipes the sweat off her forehead with her forearm. Lydia uncrosses her arms and widens her stance just a little so Allison can stand between her legs.
“So you were just peaches…”
Lydia’s arms return to their crossed position over her chest, preparing to be defensive for the second time that hour at Allison’s words. She looks down at the tool bag still on the ground to avoid Allison’s critical gaze.
“He was creepy and blatantly checked you out while you were changing the tire when he first drove up.”
“Were you checking me out?”
Allison’s questions surprises Lydia, she snaps her head back up to look at Allison, whose face is much closer now than it was a moment ago.
“Yes.”
Lydia replies slightly breathless as a blush rises in her cheeks, watching Allison bite down on her lower lip. Lydia’s eyes trace Allison’s movements, barely noticing her close the distance between them is. Her eyes flit back up to Allison’s, suddenly turned on by the smug expression she sees there.
“Good cause you are the only ten-I-see.”
Allison responds as she kisses Lydia when she starts laughing loud and open at her terrible pick up line. Her tongue silences Lydia’s comment about not even being in Tennessee any more when her hands reach up to hold Lydia’s face in just the right tilt to deepen the kiss. Lydia’s hands scramble for purchase on Allison’s hips, pulling them flush against hers. Her hands travel up under Allison’s shirt, eager to touch skin. The thin layer of sweat on Allison’s lower back turns her on more; the thought that one of her earlier fantasies might become a reality makes her digs her nails into the soft skin of Allison’s back in an attempt to bring her even closer. The movement jostles Allison a little and she releases one of her hands from Lydia’s hair to catch herself on the car. Lydia’s immediately lips trail down Allison’s jawline to her neck in the new angle. The hot metal of the car under her palm makes Allison wince causing Lydia to pull back from the hickey she was working on to Allison’s collarbone. She looks a little sheepish as she watches Allison’s face from under her eyelashes.
“Too hot?”
“Yeah, sorry boo. That totally killed the mood, didn’t it?”
“A little but we should probably get back on the road anyway since we are behind schedule now.”
“Next time boo, next time.”
Not even a full day later, when they are walking back to their car after eating some of the best gumbo that can be found in a small shack in New Orleans and playfully arguing about whether the tears from Lydia’s eyes are from the spice or dirt, Allison doesn’t think twice when she starts heading towards a lady that looks like she is having a rough day. She is holding a crying baby in one arm while the other hand holds one handle of a tool bag that a little boy no older than seven is holding the other handle to. Lydia stops slightly in her movements when she notices that they are not heading towards their car,
“Allison, the car is not this way.”
“Yeah, but that woman is having car troubles. I just want to see if we can help her out.”
Allison approaches the woman from the side with her warmest smile already in place. Lydia follows close behind her, watching the interaction with mild curiosity. The baby in the woman’s arms is the first to notice their arrival. It’s cries calm down slightly as it regards the new arrivals with big wary eyes.
“Hey there, having some car troubles?”
The woman turns to look at Allison and Lydia, her glance a little apprehensive. The little boy next to her hides behind her leg, suddenly shy.
“Yes but unless you can change a tire, I do not need your help.”
Lydia didn’t even think it was possible for Allison’s smile to become any brighter but it does as she nods her head enthusiastically.
“Actually I do! I just changed ours the other day after we ran over a nail in Alabama. I can give you a hand to change yours if you want!”
The woman’s sharp gaze doesn’t waver a bit under Allison’s smile. Whatever she sees in Allison and Lydia’s face she must approve of because she relaxes slightly, letting her shoulder slump forward as her eyes soften a little.
“I would appreciate that.”
“If you want to help me get the tire out of your trunk, Lydia over there is great with kids and would love to hold your beautiful baby.”
Lydia’s eyes go wide at that comment; she heatedly whispers to Allison in a voice that is plenty loud for the woman to hear.
“Allison! I don’t interact with kids! Especially not babies!”
The woman tilts her head, as if amused by this conversation, while asking.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”“No!”
Allison and Lydia both blurt out at the same time. When Lydia sees the pleading look in Allison’s eyes, she sighs knowing that she lost this fight already.
“Yes, I would love to hold your fragile precious baby.”
The woman raises her eyebrow at Lydia’s comment while Allison starts walking back towards the trunk of the car. She approaches Lydia slowly like she is a wild animal that might dart at any moment. Lydia’s eyes turn away from Allison quickly as the woman approaches with the baby bundled tight in her arms. The woman gently places the baby into Lydia’s arms, waits a moment to gauge the baby’s reaction before turning to help Allison.
Two beautiful wide brown eyes gaze up at Lydia from a round face framed by tight black curls. A bead of sweat rolls down the baby’s dark skin that Lydia wipes away with a corner of the blanket, opening it up a little to give the baby more air. The big toothless grin the baby gives her makes her heart melt a little in that Louisiana heat. Lydia taps the baby’s cute nose, drawing a surprised giggle from the baby. That sound sells Lydia to the dark side: babies are cute. The baby grabs her finger and squeezes gently. Lydia smiles back at the little bundle of happiness in her arms. The woman looks over at them with a relaxed smile on her face as she closes the trunk up after removing the tire. The sweat glistens on her dark skin as she lifts the tire from the ground and carries it to where Allison is jacking the car up.
“She likes you.”
“Of course she does, why shouldn’t she?”
Lydia retorts while she waves her finger around as the baby girl in her arms tries to catch it again. The woman chuckles at Lydia’s response while handing Allison the wrench. Lydia doesn’t even look up when she asks her next question,
“What’s her name?”
“Veronique. Though my other sister calls her V; she can’t say everyone’s name yet. And I’m Ali. My momma’s name is Imani. What’s your name?”
Lydia looks down at the source of the response, a curious little boy with big brown eyes just like his baby sister has edged closer. His hand plays with the tassel on the purse hanging off her shoulder. He stops when he realizes that he is being watched now, a blush forms on his dark cheeks. Lydia smiles warmly to him.
“My name is Lydia and that girl helping your momma is my best friend in the whole world, Allison.”
Allison looks over at them when her name is mentioned, her expression going fond, her eyes crinkling at the corners at the adorable sight that greets her eyes. She smiles to herself as she continues to remove the tire.
“My best friends in the whole world is my cousin Tre and my momma. Oh and my dad!”
Ali’s eyes go even wider as he looks up into Lydia’s face, leaning closer he whispers,
“You won’t tell him that I almost forgot him, right? Promise?”
Lydia laughs when Veronique’s tiny fist latches onto one of her curls that falls forward as she rocks her back and forth in her arm. Lydia calms her face into a serious one when she returns her attention to Ali. She offers her hand, pinky out to him.
“I pinky promise I won’t tell.”
Ali crosses his pinky with hers and grins a big smile, some of his teeth missing which causes Lydia to smile right back in response. Allison stands up, wiping her hands on a spare napkin as she walks over to where Lydia is with baby Veronique.
“All set Imani! The spare should hold you until you can get to somewhere for a new tire.How’s this pretty lady doing?”
Allison says as she stand next to Ali in front of Lydia. Lydia looks up at her, beaming with pride at her ability to successfully hold a small infant and not have it burst into tears. Allison leans her forehead against Lydia’s while they both peer down at the baby.
“Oh she is so cute. Look at her cheeks!”
Imani comes over to them and Lydia begrudgingly holds Veronique out to give back to her mother. She returns her now empty hands by her side and Allison takes her hand in hers. Imani smiles at the two of them as she holds her hand out for Ali to grab.
“Thanks again, I appreciate the helping hand.You guys are really lucky to have each other.”
Allison blushes, slightly trying to conceal it by hiding her head behind Lydia’s shoulder. Lydia squeezes her hand in reassurance as she replies.
“We know. Have a good life! Bye Veronique! Bye Ali!”
Ali waves out the window from his seat. Allison and Lydia wave back in unison.
“Bye Lydia and her best friend in the whole wide world!”
Lydia chuckles at his words while Imani pulls away, leaving Allison and Lydia alone in that section of the parking lot. Lydia turns her head to ask Allison a question but the expression on Allison’s face makes her pause. Allison is looking at her as if she is trying to catalogue every single detail in her face because she wants to remember this moment forever. She looks open and incredibly fond of the person under her scrutiny: Lydia. Lydia smiles shyly, her voice barely above a whisper in their close proximity.
“What? Do I have baby spit on me or something?”
“You know you’re my best friend in the whole wide world too, right?”
Lydia bites her bottom lip gently as she slowly nods her head yes, watching Allison’s eyes move to her lips. Allison kisses her softly before pulling away to look back into Lydia’s eyes. Her expression a little more serious when she confesses in a gentle whisper,
“You were in my nightmare.”
Lydia’s eyebrows scrunch together as she absorbs this new piece of information, she nods her head in understanding. Adding another piece to the puzzle of that night they left New York City. She knows Allison doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, just wanted to share what she was ready to say. She likes to go at her own pace; when she is ready. Lydia stands on her tip toes to kiss Allison’s forehead in acknowledgment of her confession as well as a silent thank you, before pulling her by the hand towards the car.
“Come on, let’s go get some rest. We have a long couple of days ahead of us.”


“I still can’t believe that you rode that mechanical bull for almost two minutes! I swear you could have gone longer; the operator was just pissed that you were doing well.”
Allison laughs in response to Lydia as she ducks to avoid a tree branch in front of her. Walking in the Texas heat under trees is a whole different temperature than being at a rodeo or someplace with no shade. It is still hot but not so hot that Allison feels like she is drowning in her own sweat. A teasing smile is on her lips when she turns her head to look at Lydia.
“Someone must be pretty pissed themselves about the whole thing since they’ve mentioned it about five times now…”
“Well I just think they jipped you of the title you deserved!”
“You just wanted me to win the title.”
“Because you deserved it!”
Lydia responds, blushing at how clearly Allison can see through her argument. Allison shakes her head at Lydia’s antics, reaching her arm out to steady Lydia when she stumbles on a root for the fourth time in the past hour of their hike.
“You were the one that suggested that we go for a hike since we haven’t really been outdoors much the past couple of days… And I know you are really excited about the cowboy boots we just bought but you didn’t have to wear them on our hike.”
“Well I wanted to break them in since they are new. This hike is just a little harder to walk than I thought it would be. But, we should almost be there.”
Allison’s eyebrows pulls forward in confusion at Lydia’s continued vagueness of their final destination.
“Where is there exactly?”
“Oh you’ll see.”
Lydia responds with a wink as she continues walking in front of Allison, leading the way to this mystery spot. Allison hears the sound of rushing water before she sees its source because there is a dense grouping of trees ahead. Once they are finally pass through the thick trees and bushes, Lydia finally stops and spreads her arms out wide.
“Ta da!”
While Lydia may have a weakness for hard to solve math equations and fashionable shoes, Allison’s weakness is archery bows and waterfalls. The beauty of them simply takes her breath away as it does every time she sees one. This waterfall is practically a baby compared to Niagara Falls with water falling from a height of about six feet into a deep lagoon that becomes a more shallow river further from the sight of the waterfall. There are large rocks in the sun with lush green bushes making the place look like a true oasis. The best part of all is the fact that there is no one else around.Allison turns back to Lydia’s proud smile, watching her as she removes her backpack then unzips her cowboy boots.
“Lydia, what are you doing?”
“I’m going swimming of course.”
“I didn’t bring my bathing suit…”
“Neither did I.”
There is a mischievous twinkle in her eye coupled with a devious smirk that means Lydia has a brilliant solution.
“Let’s go skinny dipping.”
Allison blushes at the idea of being naked in a national park, but her eyes trail Lydia’s chest as she lifts her shirt off.
“Lydia, we are in a national park! What if people come?”
“Do you see or hear anyone around? If someone does come then we politely leave. Come on, you’ve always said that you wanted to.”
Lydia unbuttons and removes her shorts as she talks, standing in just her underwear and bra now. Allison blatantly checks her out from head to toe before grinning as she quickly rids herself of her shirt and toes off her shoes.
“Alright, fine. But if we get in trouble, you have the honor of explaining it to my father.”
“I think it’d be worth it.”
Lydia replies as she finishes unhooking her bra and steps out of her underwear, leaving them in a pile by her backpack. She slowly climbs down the rocks into the water, Allison watches the curve of her ass walks away. Lydia hisses when she first makes contact but keeps going until she is in up to her thighs.
“Fuck, it’s cold babe.”
Allison takes that statement as a challenge as she hurries to finish removing all of her clothes and undergarments. She follows behind Lydia down the rocks into the water but barrels past her towards the deeper water. She dives down to fully submerge herself before resurfacing. Lydia hasn’t moved an inch, but is looking at Allison like she is absolutely crazy. Allison grins as she swims on her back, simply stay afloat.
“This standoff is looking oddly reminiscent of the Olympic Peninsula except this water is way warmer…”
Lydia’s eyes go wide at the memory, she crosses her arms across her chest in defiance as she edges closer.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh I would-”
Allison responds as Lydia bends down and splashes water at her, earning her a mouthful of water. She laughs as she stands up in the shallower section of the water and splashes Lydia back, aiming for her hair but backing away at the same time to avoid more water in the mouth. Lydia follows her, slowly getting deeper into the water before she gets close enough to tackle Allison. Allison lifts her head out of the water, smiling wide at Lydia as she fully rests her body on top of hers.
“This also reminds me of the Olympic Peninsula.”
Lydia grins at that remark, sliding up Allison’s body slightly. Boxing Allison in with one arm on the ground on either side of her head, her thigh slips in between Allison’s legs and gently pushes against her clit. Allison’s mouth drops open in surprise at the clear physical reminder that they are very much naked right now. She watches Allison’s pupils dilate as Lydia’s nipples brush against her when she leans down, hovering over Allison’s lips.
“Yeah, but I like this outcome so much more.”
Lydia kisses Allison, taking her breath away for the second time in the past fifteen minutes. She pulls Allison’s bottom lip in between her teeth, playfully biting it before running her tongue over the bites. Allison surges up, tangling one hand in Lydia’s hair to pull her closer and the other cups Lydia’s boob, giving the nipple little squeezes just to hear the soft sighs Lydia makes. She licks into Lydia’s mouth, enjoying the reaction she gets from Lydia when she grinds down on Allison’s body in response.They both pull away, gasping for a breath. Lydia’s pupils dilated, making her arousal obvious as she stands up away from Allison. She gestures to the waterfall itself with her head before swimming towards it, a playful smile on her face. Allison gives into the chase, swimming fast to beat Lydia to the waterfall. When Lydia surfaces, Allison surges forward cupping her cheek in one hand while while carefully pushing her against the rock wall. Her feet find purchase on shallower ground as her other hand holds Lydia flush against her body, She kisses her with the filthiest kiss she has given someone, all tongue and little finesse, simply eager to taste her on her lips.
Lydia moans at the kiss, turned on by Allison’s blatant desire for her. She kisses her back just as passionately, her hand massages Allison’s boob while the other roams down her body. Allison catches on to Lydia’s plan and breaks the kiss to nod enthusiastically while she bites her lip, so turned on by Lydia’s touch that she is barely able to form sentences. The low level arousal build up from the past couple of days making itself apparent in both of them with this free moment to themselves.
“Yes. Fuck. Lydia. Please.”
Lydia throws her head back, hitting the wall lightly as she moans in response to Allison’s begging. She grinds her hips against Allison’s, looking for relief.
“Fuck. Babe.”
Allison’s mouth finds Lydia’s again, kissing her hard and demanding. She teases Lydia’s tongue into her mouth just as Lydia’s hand slides over the hair on Allison’s crotch. She lets out a soft moan onto Lydia’s lips when Lydia’s fingers gently pinch Allison’s clit then start rubbing. Her other hand pinches Allison’s nipple, encouraging her to grind her clit down into Lydia’s hand. Allison tries to keep her moans quiet by sucking on Lydia’s tongue but one hard pinch from both hands has Allison throwing her back in pure pleasure. Lydia refocuses her efforts by sucking a hickey onto Allison’s collarbone. She can tell Allison is close by the soft grunts she is making and how hard she is biting down on her bottom lip, so she bites Allison’s neck as she slips two fingers into Allison’s vagina successfully bringing Allison to the edge. As she orgasms, her vagina tightens around Lydia’s two fingers as do her legs around Lydia’s leg, she doesn’t hold back the moan that spills from her lips either.
When she comes back from her orgasm high, Lydia is grinning smugly at her. Allison kisses the smug smile off her face, playfully biting Lydia’s lips. Both of her hands go to Lydia’s nipples, alternating between pinching and rubbing them. Allison pulls away from Lydia’s mouth to suck on her nipple until it hardens under her tongue. Lydia’s hands fly to Allison’s head to pull her mouth in closer, her hips grinding her clit down on Allison’s thigh. One of Allison’s hands stop massaging Lydia’s boob, instead it rubs down her stomach to tease her. Lydia throws her head back as a pleased moan escapes her lips at the direct attention that is being paid to her swollen and sensitive clit. Allison follows Lydia’s lead, putting two fingers into Lydia’s vagina while her thumb continues to rub against her clit. Lydia hisses out a moan when Allison playfully bites down on her nipple, causing her to grind down on Allison’s fingers for more pressure. Knowing that Lydia is close to her orgasm, Allison starts to fuck Lydia with two of her fingers while sucking harder on Lydia’s nipple. She watches Lydia’s face from under her lashes in fascination. Lydia orgasms the moment Allison bites her neck in retaliation of earlier, to suck her own hickey onto Lydia. She slowly removes her fingers from Lydia’s vagina but she doesn’t stop sucking at the bruise until Lydia laughs, shoving her head away while muttering vampire. She pulls back as they grin stupidly at each other, exchanging soft lazy kisses. Allison regards Lydia with that same fond expression she seems to be wearing of late. Her face becomes slightly more serious as she closes her eyes and leans her forehead against Lydia’s.
“I didn’t protect you in my nightmare.”
Lydia gently nudges her head against Allison’s, forcing her to open her eyes.
“Hey, babe. You won’t always be able to protect me. And that is okay.”
Allison nods, feeling the burden of holding the secret behind her nightmare lift off her shoulders at her second quiet confession. Suddenly, she hears voices that seems to be getting closer. She pushes off the wall with a giggle as she starts swimming towards their clothes.
“Let’s go boo, sounds like we might have company!”


Allison and Lydia are driving away from Las Vegas with a feeling of disappointment; as if the city let them down for not being everything it was hyped up to be. The feeling hangs obvious in the air between them in the car. Allison shrugs to herself, feeling the need to support the wild city.
“Maybe it was because we saw it in daylight?”
“Maybe. It was still very pretty in a showy kind of way…”
“Maybe it’s because we are not 21 yet so we couldn’t really do much?”
“Yeah that must be it. We’ll have to revisit it in three years to get the full experience.”
Allison turns her head to smile at Lydia,
“Sounds like a date! Let’s road trip back in three years.”
Lydia playfully rolls her eyes at the notion of already planning another road trip when they haven’t even finished the one they are on currently.
“I’m into it.”
Allison’s eyes go wide and she grips the steering wheel tight, it sets Lydia up on the edge of her seat, alert for whatever Allison is about to say.
“Shit. I just realized something.”
“What?”
“We haven’t finished your playlist yet!”
Lydia slumps back into her seat, relaxed at the lack of urgency in the task. A soft smile appears on her face because Allison not only remember her playlist but noticed its lack of playing in the car trip thus far. Lydia plugs her Ipod into the auxiliary cord of the car before settling back into her seat.
“I’ll play it now then.”
After Young and Beautiful finishes playing, the car becomes comfortably silent. A few minutes pass before Allison speaks up.
"Boo, was that playlist made entirely of female artists?"
"No. Timbaland was featured on there and David Guetta technically is one of the artists even though Sia does all the singing."
"Lydia…"
"Okay. Yes. I just thought that we could use a good and complete detox from all the testosterone we are bombarded with back in Beacon Hills. Men are awesome but women are just as awesome! We are strong, smart, and powerful! I just felt like after everything, we could use a reminder."
Allison looks over at Lydia driving, with a fond smile once again on her lips.
"No, I completely understand. You’re my best friend for a reason. I appreciate it."
Allison reaches across the center console as she says this and squeezes Lydia’s hand gently on the steering wheel. A small private smile crosses Lydia’s lips as she immediately relaxes in response, knowing that whatever happens at the very least she will have Allison. And for now, that is all she needs.

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 11 - Q.U.E.E.N.

“Good thinking on your part. Now I’ll really be impressed if you can get it on.”

Allison takes the car jack and the bag of tools out of the car, setting them by the deflated tire. She returns to lug the extra tire out of the trunk before crouching in front of the tire and tilting her head as she examines it.

“I haven’t done this recently, so bear with me.”

Now it is Lydia’s turn to roll her eyes, uncrossing her arms as she makes her way towards Allison. She rests her back against the car door, smoothing her skirt out against her thighs to prevent the hot metal of the car from burning her delicate skin. Crossing one arm along her chest, she watches Allison attack the situation with a fierce sense of determination. Lydia’s eyes travel down Allison’s face, over the back of her white t-shirt that is becoming a little see through from the sweat gathering on the back of her neck caused by the Alabama heat. Lydia’s eyes roam lower over the accented curve of Allison’s ass in teal shorts. She becomes starts becoming aroused just by watching her beautiful girlfriend fix the tire on the car.
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somewhere along the way -A Teen Wolf Allydia Road Trip!Au

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 10 - Brave

Allison giggles to herself when she drops one of the four king sized Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that she is trying to juggle in her arms with two cans of soda as she rifles through her pocket for the hotel room key. The thought that all this sugar might be unnecessary when they already have a bag of sweets from their visit to M&M World earlier that day enters her mind but she quickly shrugs that thought out of the way with the reminder that the sugar won’t go bad. Allison makes a small noise in triumph when she finally manages to wiggle the thin plastic key out of her back pocket and open the door without dropping anything else. She puts her foot in the door while she bends down to pick up the candy she dropped earlier, raising her voice so Lydia can hear her.

“Boo, the vending machine didn’t have any 7up but they had your second favorite soda, Ginger Ale, so I got you that inst-”

Allison doesn’t even need to look up to notice that something is off. It isn’t a noise that sets her on alert but rather the lack of noise makes her back go rigid in preparation for a fight. Her voice slowly tampers out as her mind kicks into huntress mode. 
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Allison giggles to herself when she drops one of the four king sized Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that she is trying to juggle in her arms with two cans of soda as she rifles through her pocket for the hotel room key. The thought that all this sugar might be unnecessary when they already have a bag of sweets from their visit to M&M World earlier that day enters her mind but she quickly shrugs that thought out of the way with the reminder that the sugar won’t go bad. Allison makes a small noise in triumph when she finally manages to wiggle the thin plastic key out of her back pocket and open the door without dropping anything else. She puts her foot in the door while she bends down to pick up the candy she dropped earlier, raising her voice so Lydia can hear her.
“Boo, the vending machine didn’t have any 7up but they had your second favorite soda, Ginger Ale, so I got you that inst-”
Allison doesn’t even need to look up to notice that something is off. It isn’t a noise that sets her on alert but rather the lack of noise makes her back go rigid in preparation for a fight. Her voice slowly tampers out as her mind kicks into huntress mode. She stands up slowly, her eyes darting to the side to see if she has unwanted company as well as where her closest weapon is hidden. Worst case scenario, she knows she will puncture a hole in the soda can to momentarily impair the vision of an attacker so she can grab the dagger from her boot.
Her eyes quickly sweep the entire hotel room and find not a single person, not even Lydia. Panic settles deep in Allison’s stomach as she does a second pass of the room, noticing the messy bed sheets and the crooked bedside lampshade. An irrational part of her mind thinks that this might be a hate crime against them for holding hands and exchanging kisses in public but then she remembers that things like werewolves and banshees exist so it could be a supernatural attack. That calms her in a sad sort of way because supernatural creatures are something she knows how to handle. She drops the food on the nearest table before unsheathing the Chinese dagger from her boot, she keeps it down by the side of her arm as she nears the bed slowly, unsure of what she will find.
The sight that greets her makes her makes her stomach feel as though it turned into lead. She quickly catalogs the blood on the sheets, pillow, and crumbled comforter. It doesn’t look like more than a soda can;s worth which means that Lydia could still be alive (she has to be alive). Allison efficiently but quickly checks the entire hotel room to secure her belief in being alone. She is trying to think rationally about the next step to take like where she should check next or who should she even contact but the idea that someone has hurt and taken her girlfriend, her best friend, is making her see red. All different possibilities of torture that Lydia could be facing right now flash through her mind making it hard for her to concentrate. She stops herself in the middle of the hotel room, taking a deep breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth to center herself and bring her back to the moment, to the task at hand: finding Lydia.
That is when she notices it, something that should have been the first thing to catch her eye. She mentally berates herself for overlooking the message that seems to be clawed out in the wooden headboard: “B13”. Without a second glance, Allison grabs her compact bow as an added boost to her weaponry and confidence as she leaves their hotel room and heads for the stairs.
Allison walks quickly down the fire staircase to the basement, her heart beating so hard that it is the only thing she can hear. On the outside she looks calm and collected, like she is just running late for a Broadway play or something but on the inside she is analyzing every single creature with claws that could have Lydia right now.
The first person Allison literally bumps into, brings her out of her mind and back to taking in her surroundings. The staircase is packed with people heading up to their rooms as if a function or a party just let out. She grits her teeth as she weaves against the flow of traffic, down the stairs as everyone moves up against her. She wishes she had Lydia’s hand to hold hers, to anchor her down as she tries to push her way through. It feels like it is taking ages to walk through these people, like they just keep coming and coming. It also seems as though she has walked down more than the four flights of stairs needed to reach the basement. She can’t help but feel like she is wasting time, precious time that could mean Lydia’s life.
Once Allison finally breaks through the crowd, she takes a deep breathe as she opens the door labeled “B”. She finds herself in a pretty empty parking garage which seems odd for a hotel in New York City, it gives her an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach; it makes the hairs on her arm stand up. She glances around the garage, trying to remember where she saw the rooms earlier that day. She had seen them out of the corner of her eye when Lydia made a joke about how so many action films have a sketchy scene in a garage just like this one. Maybe that was Lydia’s banshee powers foreshadowing this moment right here… God, where had they been standing?
Allison turns around and right behind her is a series of doors, the one she is looking for is dead ahead with the door slightly ajar. She swallows hard as she moves quietly towards the door, one hand reaching out for the doorknob, the other popping open her compact bow. She whips open the door as she levels up her bow to her eye and peers into the room. The image of what she sees will forever be burned into her mind; it her makes her breathe stop short. Lydia’s body is curled up on the cold concrete floor in a pool of her own blood. The wall behind her displays an eerie message in what is sure to also be Lydia’s blood (because isn’t it always?): “too late”. Time seems to stop as Allison rushes to Lydia’s side on the floor. She gently shakes Lydia’s shoulder, a small glimmer of hope fills her when Lydia’s eyes slowly flutter open. Allison’s heart starts beating fast as tears stream down her face while she searches her pocket with one hand for her cellphone, the other rests in Lydia’s hair.
“Lydia! Lydia! You’re still alive! You-You have to stay with me. Just stay with me. I’m going to call for help. Lydia? Lydia! Stay with me.”
Lydia opens her mouth to speak, now Allison can see the blood in her mouth and how pale Lydia really looks in the harsh fluorescent light. She reaches for Lydia’s hand and leans closer to make out the whisper soft words Lydia is trying to say.
“Allison? Why-why did you take… so long?”
“I’m so sorry boo. I got here as fast as I could. I really did-”
“Why? Why couldn’t you… why couldn’t you protect me?”
More blood fills Lydia’s mouth, coating her lips now. Allison’s tears begin to fall harder down her face as her breathe becomes short from how hard she is crying. She is squeezing Lydia’s hand, refusing to acknowledge how cold it is starting to feel and how Lydia’s eyes are having a hard time focusing on her face..
“There were so many people. I don’t know Lydia. I don’t know. I am sorry. I am so-”
Something firm hits Allison in the head causing her to blink in pure confusion. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in the basement garage but rather back in her bed in the hotel room. She blinks a couple of times taking in her surroundings with a certain sense of disbelief because that dream, that nightmare, felt more real than they have felt in months. She looks next to her on the bed and is met with Lydia’s worried face, a book in her hands ready to throw. Allison’s eyebrows draw forward in confusion.
“You were having a nightmare then you started crying so hard you were hyperventilating. I knew I had to wake you up but I couldn’t touch you… The pillow was too soft and I was worried the notebook might not be hard enough.”
Allison’s hand reaches up, touching her still damp cheeks from her terrifying nightmare. She tries to smile but it probably comes out as weak and vulnerable as she feels.
“Thanks boo.”
Lydia leans in closer to Allison to wipe the tears off her cheek, a private smile on her lips. From this close, Allison see the crease imprints from the pillow on Lydia’s face. Embarrassment fills Allison as she realizes her clothes are damp from sweating in her dream and that she definitely woke Lydia up. Suddenly, feeling incredibly self conscious Allison pulls back out of Lydia’s reach and removes herself from the bed.
“I’m sorry I woke you. I’m just-just going to go for a little walk.”
Lydia’s concern is obvious in the way her eyebrows draw together and her eyes soften.
“It’s okay babe. Any time. I much rather be woken up in the middle of the night than have you go through a nightmare alone. Do you want me to come with you?”
Allison blushes at Lydia’s words, a warm bubbly feeling of gratitude fills her stomach but she knows that she needs to clear her head.
“No it’s fine. I’m just going to go to the vending machine that I saw by the elevator. Come find me if I’m not back in 5 minutes.”
“Okay. I will be right here.”
Lydia says as she gestures to their bed. Allison rolls her eyes fondly as she grabs her wallet and leaves their room. She walks to the vending machine and stops when she notices the soda machine next to it. A ginger ale sounds like a better option than a bag of chips. She slips a dollar into the machine and pushes for a ginger ale. As she waits for her soda to dispense, she surveys the vending machine in case anything catches her eye. She picks up her soda when she realizes something, the vending machine in front of her looks exactly like the one in her dream even though this is the first trip she has made to it. When the notion that she might still be dreaming hits her, she feels as though someone has dumped a bucket of ice water on her. She turns and runs back to the hotel room, needing to see Lydia right away. She frantically tries to open the hotel door but swiping the card too fast each time so the light blinks red instead of green. Lydia opens the door for her from the inside, she says teasingly,
“Struggling with the door-”
“Lydia. How many fingers do I have?”
“Allison, what’s going on? What happened?”
“Just count my fingers with me! Please!”
Lydia lets Allison in and closes the door behind her. She takes the can of soda from Allison’s hand so she can hold up both of her hands. In unison they count upwards from one,
“One… two… three… four… five…. six… seven… eight… nine.. ten.Ten fingers Allison. You have ten fingers as do I.”
Relief surges through Allison allowing her shoulders to slump forward. She pulls Lydia into a crushing hug before whispering in her ear.
“The vending machine was exactly the same as the one in my dream. I thought-I thought I might still be dreaming.”
Lydia’s hands rub up and down Allison’s back, she kisses the side of her head and squeezes her tightly before pulling back.
“You are okay. You are awake. You are safe.Do you want to talk about it?”
Images of the nightmare like Lydia’s body on the concrete floor, the blood on her lips, her cold hands all flash before Allison’s eyes and she shakes her head no as Lydia leads her back to bed.
“Not yet.”
Lydia hums in understanding as she sits on the bed, tucking her feet beside her. She gestures for Allison to join her and rest her head on Lydia’s lap. Allison does just that, relaxing immediately into Lydia’s touch as she plays with her hair. It puts her mind at ease but her body is still too on edge to fall back asleep. Lydia doesn’t speak, knowing that Allison has more to say.
“It just felt so real, you know? I haven’t dreamt like that in months.”
“Some days are harder than others… I think being here, in the city, threw us off. I think the mass amount of people puts you on edge.”
“Pfft. You sleep pretty fine.”
“Babe, you have a darkness around your heart that I don’t. No matter how much time goes by you’ll still have that. Things affect me differently, you know that. Like entering cemeteries is still hard and really draining for me.”
“Yeah… you’re right. I think it is crowds. They feel suffocating…”
“Why don’t we leave then? Let’s leave now instead of in the morning. I’m ready to put these bright lights far behind us.”
“You just want to be able to spend more time at the Smithsonian museum!”
Lydia laughs at that comment which earns her a grin from Allison.
“You discovered my true ulterior motive! It isn’t like you are a history nerd either…”
Allison turns her head slightly so she can look up at Lydia, mock betrayal on her face.
“That’s my super secret secret!”
Lydia laughs at the expressions on Allison’s face before leaning in close. Her hair falling forward and creating a strawberry blonde veil around their faces. Allison’s lips twist up in a soft smile as Lydia’s breathe ghosts on her lips.
“You don’t need to keep secrets from me”, Lydia whispers against Allison’s lips before closing the distance to kiss her sweetly. Allison whispers back just as softly,
“I know.”


The Smithsonian museums holds every bit of wonder and amusement for Lydia and Allison that a playground holds for a child the first time they visit one. They stay for almost six hours and still manage to not see every exhibit they had outlined in their agenda. The visits to all of the exhibits in each museum take a slow toll on Lydia, signs of exhaustion showing in the form of pinched lines around her eyes and the tightness in her smile as the hours drag on. Allison asks a half a dozen times if they should take a break but Lydia fights her on it each time, saying it’s all in her head and she wants to see more of D.C.
Allison is waiting for Lydia to get out of the bathroom before they leave the Smithsonian when a table that is set up outside catches her attention; they are selling handmade flower crowns. They look beautiful and Allison knows they will be just the thing to liven Lydia’s mood.
When Lydia comes out of the bathroom, the first thing she notices is the white and red flower crown in Allison’s outstretched hand. She glances from the crown in Allison’s hand to the one on her head, back down, then back up to Allison’s beaming smile. Allison steps forward and places the crown on her head.
“For you my Queen.”
Lydia rolls her eyes with a happy smile on her face. She looks up into Allison’s eyes.
“Does that make you my knight in shining armor?”
“Absolutely. We both know I would look great in armor.”
Allison replies as she leans forward to kiss Lydia firm on the lips, her tongue darts out to tease Lydia’s slightly parted mouth before pulling back to take her hand in hers.
“Come on boo, a couple more stops then it is time for dinner!”
Five hours, twelve memorials, and two meals later, Allison and Lydia finally find themselves in their quiet and peaceful motel room. Allison immediately heads to the bathroom to clean herself up after the long day while Lydia sits herself on the edge of the bed, letting her true exhaustion from the day’s activities show. Her face becomes blank as if mentally, she isn’t present. Allison calls to her from the bathroom,
“So D.C is pretty cool! I have never seen so many statues in one place before. The Vietnam Women’s Memorial was one of my favorite surprises today. What about you boo?”
Lydia doesn’t respond, her eyes looking far into the distance. Allison recognizes the expression coupled with the exhaustion as something Lydia experienced years ago when they tried staying at a sketchy motel with the track team. She approaches and kneels by Lydia’s side cautiously.
“Lydia? Lydia! Are you okay?”
Lydia blinks slowly, allowing her eyes to adjust and come back into focus. She continues to look straight ahead when she speaks in a quiet tone.
“There is so much death here…”
Realization dawns on Allison at that moment. She reaches forward and takes Lydia’s hand into hers, squeezing it to bring attention to her.
“Boo, we didn’t have to stay if it was too much for you. Fuck. This must be like one huge fucking cemetery for you. We don’t even have to stay the night, we can leave right now.”
“I wanted to prove that I could do it; that I am getting stronger. I don’t think I am.”
“You don’t have to prove shit to me, boo. Especially if it risks your health. You have always been one of the strongest people I know and you are always brave for others. Come on, let’s go. I am even packed already?”
Lydia turns to look at her, exhaustion etched in all the lines on her face. Tears silently fall down her cheeks from being tired and frustrated at her own limitations as she offers a watery smile to Allison.
“Thanks babe, but can I shower first? I feel pretty disgusting.”
Allison leans forward and kisses her forehead gingerly before standing up, bringing Lydia’s hand with her. Lydia sways slightly on her feet but Allison catches her around her waist, smiling back.
“Yeah, of course. I can help you shower?”
“I’d like that.”
Even with the combined background knowledge of what happens when two people share a shower from multiple porn viewings, nothing quite compares to how intimate and vulnerable it is between the two of them when they have lowered guards and no other motive besides to become clean.
Lydia slips out of her shoes as Allison slowly unzips her dress then unhooks her bra. She turns around so that Lydia can return the favor, her fingers gently linger on Allison’s shoulders as she helps ease the dress off. Allison helps steady Lydia so she can step out of her dress and underwear, holds her arm still as Lydia lifts her legs into the shower. Once under the shower head, Lydia closes her eyes to roll her head back and just lets the warm water wash over her, relaxing her muscles from head to toe. Her eyes open slowly, water droplets on her eyelashes, when Allison opens the shower door to join her. Allison gives her a shy smile as she steps towards her under the streams of water, reaching for the washcloth.
It suddenly dawns on Lydia that she has never been completely naked in front of Allison in full light before and the thought makes a blush rise to her cheeks. When Allison’s arm grazes hers as she reaches for the soap, it sends a chill up her spine. She returns Allison’s shy smile, reaching up to touch her face. She leans in slowly and presses a chaste kiss against Allison’s lips. Allison pulls back to lick the water off her lips before returning for a deeper kiss, allowing the water to wash over both of them. Slowly, she begins to scrub the washcloth over Lydia’s hips and up her stomach as she kisses her softly under the water. Lydia sighs into Allison’s mouth as she scrubs over her boobs, teasing her nipples with a slight pinch.
They break apart so Allison can clean Lydia’s neck and back, her fingers burning trails down Lydia’s skin as she starts working her way down Lydia’s body. Lydia feels as though she is on display when Allison looks up at her from under her lashes while she gingerly washes Lydia’s feet. There is a fond look in Allison’s eyes when Lydia giggles at the tickle from the washcloth which calms Lydia inner turmoil. Even though this is the most open she has ever felt, more open than when she returned the key to Jackson when he was half kanima half boy, she doesn’t find herself minding because she trusts Allison.
Lydia reaches down for the washcloth and pulls Allison back up into a kiss. She takes a turn scrubbing the grime from a day of touristing in the D.C summer heat off of Allison’s neck and chest. They spend the next couple of minutes with nothing but the white noise of the water hitting the basin and their hands exploring the curves and grooves of each other’s skin. It builds a low level of arousal in the pit of Lydia’s stomach that makes her skin feel tingly and extra sensitive. Allison moves back into Lydia’s space to kiss her deeply while she turns off the water. When she pulls back, Lydia’s eyes are slightly hooded so Allison gives her one last peck before leaving the shower to grab them both towels.
Allison wraps Lydia in a towel when she steps out of the shower, kissing her softly on the lips one more time.
“Once you are dressed, we can leave this political place far behind us.You good?”
Lydia blushes, realizing how similar Allison’s words sound to the ones she had muttered just the other day when they were in New York City. She recognizes that Allison isn’t mocking her, rather showing that they can take care of each other; she shows her gratitude with a wide smile.
“Absolutely. Thanks babe.”
Allison puts her arms around Lydia’s waist to pull her in close; she kisses the top of her forehead before giving her a small sweet smile.
“Anytime boo, anytime.”

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 10 - Brave

Allison giggles to herself when she drops one of the four king sized Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that she is trying to juggle in her arms with two cans of soda as she rifles through her pocket for the hotel room key. The thought that all this sugar might be unnecessary when they already have a bag of sweets from their visit to M&M World earlier that day enters her mind but she quickly shrugs that thought out of the way with the reminder that the sugar won’t go bad. Allison makes a small noise in triumph when she finally manages to wiggle the thin plastic key out of her back pocket and open the door without dropping anything else. She puts her foot in the door while she bends down to pick up the candy she dropped earlier, raising her voice so Lydia can hear her.
“Boo, the vending machine didn’t have any 7up but they had your second favorite soda, Ginger Ale, so I got you that inst-”
Allison doesn’t even need to look up to notice that something is off. It isn’t a noise that sets her on alert but rather the lack of noise makes her back go rigid in preparation for a fight. Her voice slowly tampers out as her mind kicks into huntress mode. 

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 9 - Run the World (Girls)

“Well Lydia, thank you for interviewing. I look forward to your application when you apply to MIT in the Fall. Best of luck in your college search! Have a good afternoon and enjoy Boston!”
Lydia walks out of the head of the physics department’s office with a smug smile on her face that only happens when an interview goes really well. Even though it wasn’t a formal interview with admissions, Lydia did her research beforehand. She knows that having the head of the department on her side will only strengthen her application.
Lydia enters the reception room for the physics department to find that Allison is no longer sitting there. She slows her steps to take in her surroundings, trying to see which hallway leads to the bathroom, where Allison probably went. The man behind the reception desk, about a year or two older than Lydia, notices her confusion immediately, he speaks up:
“This isn’t the department you are looking for.”
A cheesy grin spreads on his face at his Star Wars reference. Lydia stops walking completely and draws her eyebrows together in complete confusion at his outburst.
“What?”
“This is the Physics department…”
“I know that…”
“So, the Arts department you want to tour is across the street. You are in the wrong place.”
“No I’m not. I am interested in math-”
“Still, this isn’t the math education department.”
Lydia’s eyebrows go from confused to extremely annoyed. She grits her teeth in annoyance at the idiot in front of her, suddenly feeling the need to defend herself and her intellectual interests.
“I don’t want to teach math. I want to apply it to understand and solve phenomenons in the universe.”
He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair slightly as he scoffs lightly.
“Pfft. You are definitely in the wrong place then. You clearly don’t know a thing about physics. It is so much more than that. People like you wouldn’t last a day in the physics major here.”
“People like me? What does that even mean? Women in general? Or just attractive women? I am plenty intelligent for a place like MIT but I am sure it is sexist idiots like you that would make me leave.”
“Sounds like you are already making excuses-”
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“Well Lydia, thank you for interviewing. I look forward to your application when you apply to MIT in the Fall. Best of luck in your college search! Have a good afternoon and enjoy Boston!”
Lydia walks out of the head of the physics department’s office with a smug smile on her face that only happens when an interview goes really well. Even though it wasn’t a formal interview with admissions, Lydia did her research beforehand. She knows that having the head of the department on her side will only strengthen her application.
Lydia enters the reception room for the physics department to find that Allison is no longer sitting there. She slows her steps to take in her surroundings, trying to see which hallway leads to the bathroom, where Allison probably went. The man behind the reception desk, about a year or two older than Lydia, notices her confusion immediately, he speaks up:
“This isn’t the department you are looking for.”
A cheesy grin spreads on his face at his Star Wars reference. Lydia stops walking completely and draws her eyebrows together in complete confusion at his outburst.
“What?”
“This is the Physics department…”
“I know that…”
“So, the Arts department you want to tour is across the street. You are in the wrong place.”
“No I’m not. I am interested in math-”
“Still, this isn’t the math education department.”
Lydia’s eyebrows go from confused to extremely annoyed. She grits her teeth in annoyance at the idiot in front of her, suddenly feeling the need to defend herself and her intellectual interests.
“I don’t want to teach math. I want to apply it to understand and solve phenomenons in the universe.”
He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair slightly as he scoffs lightly.
“Pfft. You are definitely in the wrong place then. You clearly don’t know a thing about physics. It is so much more than that. People like you wouldn’t last a day in the physics major here.”
“People like me? What does that even mean? Women in general? Or just attractive women? I am plenty intelligent for a place like MIT but I am sure it is sexist idiots like you that would make me leave.”
“Sounds like you are already making excuses-”
Suddenly, the head of the physics department, that interviewed Lydia, walks in, interrupting their argument with a clipped and annoyed tone,
“Jon! Stop speaking! That is no way to talk to a potential future classmate. I’m sorry if he said anything to hurt your feelings Lydia-what he said does not represent the views of the department or myself! Increasing diversity in the physics field is important to both me and my other colleagues in the department.Jon, may I speak to you for a moment?”
Lydia smiles and opens her mouth to respond but the head of department turns the corner with a red faced Jon quick on his heels before she can even speak. Lydia decides that she might as well eavesdrop on what she is sure will be an interesting conversation since she is waiting for Allison to return anyway. She edges closer to the doorway while remaining out of sight but close enough to make out the harsh hushed tones.
“You know what the benefits of increasing diversity will do for this department.”
“I just don’t think we should lower our standards to fulfil some diversity requirement. Why should we turn away applicants that are more qualified just because they are male? Shouldn’t we only accept the very best into our department?”
“Jon, if we reach certain numbers in our department in categories of diversity, such as gender, then our program can receive an increase in funding for research.”
“Even though she is easy on the eyes-”
Lydia’s face slowly falls into it’s carefully blank mask of emotion that is most prominent when she is angry and in concentration mode. The moment Jon makes a comment on her looks, she decides that it is time to leave. She turns and walks briskly to the doors, her skin itching with the desire to put a good distance between her and that discouraging conversation. Right outside the door, she is met with a smiling Allison who is holding a large ice coffee in one hand and a Dunkin Donuts bag in the other. Allison’s smile vanishes from her face when she sees the expression Lydia is sporting. She offers the coffee which Lydia takes immediately and begins to drink furiously. Her rigid back relaxing slightly at the delicious taste of a coffee made just the way she likes. Her slight relaxation (and supportive company) allows for the anger building up in her mind to tumble off her tongue. Allison watches her face with rapt attention, nodding along and supporting her angry tirade, even though the source of it is unbeknownst to her.
“I am more than my looks.”
“Absolutely.”
“I am very smart.”
“Yeah, you are a genius Lydia!”
“I am fucking worth more than just a check in the box of diversity to fulfil some stupid fucking requirements for research funding.”
Once Allison hears that, her face softens. She knows that because Lydia kept her the full extent of intelligence under wraps for so long, the idea of people disregarding it for other “visible assets” is a sensitive topic. She takes Lydia’s hand in hers, kissing Lydia’s forehead gently while she rubs comforting circles with her thumb on the back of her hand.
“Well. Shit.You are. You are your own person; you’re amazing. Any college would be so lucky to have you tearing shit up in their physics lab or or inventing some insane mathematical equation that will win you a Fields Medal.”
Lydia snorts when Allison mentions her life goal, a the ghost of a smile on her lips at the idea that Allison remembers her mentioning it during one of their sleepovers. Allison begins to lead her away from the building.
“You’re right. I can have any college I want. I can refuse to go anywhere that doesn’t recognize my full worth. I can do whatever I want for my education. I have choices. I am more than just a number.”
“Exactly! How about we put this shit behind us and just enjoy the beautiful weather? Let’s go do some ridiculously touristy things in Boston like eat Dunkin Donuts on the Freedom Trail while losing our ‘r’s before gorging ourselves on Italian food in the North End.Here boo, I already got you your first doughnut to start the adventure through history!”
Allison supplies as she thrusts the bag she was holding in her other hand into Lydia’s face. Lydia trades her coffee for the doughnut, rolling her eyes the whole time as if it is a travesty to eat sugared carbs. She swings her hand that is holding Allison’s gently between them.
“I like this.”
“The doughnut? Good. It’s a Boston Creme and I feel like it would be a sin if you said you didn’t-”
“No, not that. I mean I do like it but I mean I like this: holding your hand. We’ve never really done it before…”
Allison looks at Lydia with a sense of awe. A grin spreads across her face as the corner’s of Lydia’s mouth twitch upwards.
“No… we haven’t. I like it too.”
They walk in silence for a couple of blocks, simply enjoying the weather, the city, the hand holding, and each other’s company. Allison finishes the coffee and lets go of Lydia’s hand to throw it away. When she returns, her hand slips into Lydia’s without a second thought. Lydia squeezes her hand prompting Allison to turn and look at her.
“You good boo?”
“Absolutely…Thanks babe.”

 
After spending the entire day exploring the city (because Allison is a secret history buff with a soft spot for the American Revolution), Allison and Lydia decide to stay in a hotel for the night instead of driving out to western Massachusetts for Allison’s Tuesday afternoon interview. Their bodies are so exhausted after a long day of being tourists, they hardly notice that the quality of the motel is less than the places they have been staying considering the price.
The following morning starts a little slow, but begins to pick up and return on track after they make their second stop for Dunkin Donuts in an hour. As they drive away from the city, the landscape changes to less buildings but more hills, mountains, and farms. As the landscape becomes more and more beautifully green, Allison grows more and more restless. She is constantly adjusting the music, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, or fidgeting with the collar on the raggedy sweater she is wearing that says “SMITH” across the front. Lydia knows the jitters has nothing to do with the two large coffees Allison has drank so far, but she also knows better than to bring it up when they are in an enclosed space.
Once they finally arrive and are standing outside the building of admissions, Lydia can no longer pretend to not see the slight tremble in Allison’s hands or the way her eyes look like they are on the verge of tears. Lydia reaches her hand out and squeezes Allison’s arm before just pulling her into a tight hug. She pulls back a little to look Allison in the eyes, she moves a lock of her curls out of her face before smiling encouragingly.
“Why are you so nervous babe? You are going to do great at this interview. You are friendly, smart, kind, and strong. They are going to love you.”
“I just don’t want to fuck it up… This interview means a lot to me; the opportunity to get into this college means a lot to me.”
“Why babe? Is Smith your top college?”
“It is but… it’s also where my mom went to college and her mom… They both loved this place so much and I think… I think I would love it too.”
“I didn’t know-”
“I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell anyone because it’s kinda the last thing I have of hers. I didn’t want to say anything about it cause I was afraid that I would jinx myself and somehow ruin my chances of getting in. Then I would have nothing left of her, not even her legacy.”
“Allison, that is not true. Your mom taught you so much: she taught you how to string a bow, how to be strong, and how to hide daggers in cute outfits… Those are all pieces of her that you can never lose because they are apart of who you are. Regardless of whether you get into this school or not, your father and your mom, even from heaven, are proud of you because of the amazing and strong woman you are. I know I am proud of you; I’m proud to call you my girlfriend. Now, go knock that interview dead. You got this. I know you do.”
Lydia says with a kiss on Allison’s lips, she can feel Allison’s lips curving into a smile as she pulls away. Lydia takes Allison’s hand in hers and leads her into the admissions office. As they check in with the woman, also about their age, behind the reception desk, an older woman appears in a doorway and smiles kindly at them.
“Hi Allison? My name is Gene and I will be interviewing you today. It’s a pleasure to meet the daughter of Victoria. I love having the opportunity to interview a daughter of an Alumni that is interested in becoming a Smithie!”
Lydia squeezes Allison’s hand once more before letting it go so she can go down the hall with Gene for her interview. Lydia pauses and surveys the room, taking in the people sitting in the reception area as well as the staff working. Lydia tilts her head in confusion before directing her attention to the student receptionist.
“There are hardly any guys here…”
The student chuckles to herself at that comment before smiling up at Lydia from her position behind the desk.
“That’s because Smith College is an all women’s college. Only our small grad program accepts men.”
“Hmmm… Really? I could get used to a place like this.”
“Well, we’re one of the top liberal arts colleges in the nation, the only all women’s college to offer engineering, and we have the best houses or dorms according to Princeton Review.Interested in signing up for a tour while you wait for your girlfriend to finish her interview?”
Lydia blushes slightly at the fact that someone noticed and called Allison her girlfriend, it makes her stomach woosh in an embarrassing sickly sweet emotions way. She grins to herself as she picks up the Smith booklet lying on the desk.
“No, I think I will wait to take the tour with her. But what can you tell me about the physics department?”

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 9 - Run the World (Girls)

“Well Lydia, thank you for interviewing. I look forward to your application when you apply to MIT in the Fall. Best of luck in your college search! Have a good afternoon and enjoy Boston!”

Lydia walks out of the head of the physics department’s office with a smug smile on her face that only happens when an interview goes really well. Even though it wasn’t a formal interview with admissions, Lydia did her research beforehand. She knows that having the head of the department on her side will only strengthen her application.

Lydia enters the reception room for the physics department to find that Allison is no longer sitting there. She slows her steps to take in her surroundings, trying to see which hallway leads to the bathroom, where Allison probably went. The man behind the reception desk, about a year or two older than Lydia, notices her confusion immediately, he speaks up:

“This isn’t the department you are looking for.”

A cheesy grin spreads on his face at his Star Wars reference. Lydia stops walking completely and draws her eyebrows together in complete confusion at his outburst.

“What?”

“This is the Physics department…”

“I know that…”

“So, the Arts department you want to tour is across the street. You are in the wrong place.”

“No I’m not. I am interested in math-”

“Still, this isn’t the math education department.”

Lydia’s eyebrows go from confused to extremely annoyed. She grits her teeth in annoyance at the idiot in front of her, suddenly feeling the need to defend herself and her intellectual interests.

“I don’t want to teach math. I want to apply it to understand and solve phenomenons in the universe.”

He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair slightly as he scoffs lightly.

“Pfft. You are definitely in the wrong place then. You clearly don’t know a thing about physics. It is so much more than that. People like you wouldn’t last a day in the physics major here.”

“People like me? What does that even mean? Women in general? Or just attractive women? I am plenty intelligent for a place like MIT but I am sure it is sexist idiots like you that would make me leave.”

“Sounds like you are already making excuses-”

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 8 - Bad Girls

…It only takes an hour of hiking for Lydia and Allison to stumble upon the perfect camping spot to spend the night. It’s a wooden deck area that overlooks a small portion of an ocean inlet, surrounded by tall thick trees. It doesn’t have a fire pit but there at least half a dozen campsites in the area that do. After wrestling with her new cocoon tent for thirty minutes, Allison steps back with Lydia to admire her handiwork at the frustrating task. Lydia shrugs and begins saying that it looks a little but Allison silences that sentence with a single look that threatens Lydia with the prospect of sleeping tentless. So Lydia effortlessly changes the topic to it being the perfect time for a walk.
They walk for about two miles on a path that is supposed to lead them to the ocean and a lighthouse, when Allison starts laughing quietly to herself like she is trying to hold it in. Lydia looks back at her with an eyebrow raised, silently asking what is so funny. That simple and familiar gesture is enough to cause Allison to lose whatever little control she has over herself, she leans forward, laughing hard, and clutching her stomach. Lydia can’t stop the grin that spreads across her lips at the simple fact that Allison’s happiness is contagious to her. Allison struggles to find a breathe to explain her hysterics,
“L-l-lydia! You! You kissed-kissed me! We kissed!”
Lydia’s smile diminishes slightly at the path this conversation seems to be going, not understanding what is so funny about it because the only explanations she has makes a rock form in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes… yes we did, Allison.”
Allison notices the corners of Lydia’s smile are beginning to turn down and how her body seems rigid. She manages to tamper her laughter down to a giggle, a big joyous smile still on her lips.
“We kissed Lydia! And it was amazing. Why did we wait so long?”
Lydia exhales on heavy sigh filled with anxiety, the rock in her stomach dissolves immediately into laughter that bubbles out of her as she rolls her eyes affectionately.
“I don’t know Allison. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.”
“Or maybe we are both dumb.”
Then Allison erupts in laughter again as if the idea of the two of them being dumb is seriously the funniest thing in the world to her. As suddenly as she started laughing, she stops and looks back to Lydia, who is regarding her with a tilted head and hands on her hips. Allison’s eyes go wide in clear realization of a very important idea.
“Do you think the pack always knew we were lesbians?”…

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When Allison wakes up, the first thing she notices is how stiff her neck from sleeping in the car at a weird angle. She sits up slowly, rubbing at the ache as she rolls her neck gently to test out the amount of damage. Lydia’s sleep filled voice cuts through her mental survey of the pain.
“I told you that you could use my sweatshirt as a pillow last night. How much do you regret not listening to my advice?”
Allison grunts noncommittally, unwilling to give Lydia the satisfaction of being right first thing in the morning. Lydia’s quiet giggle makes her look up in confusion, remembering that their alarm has yet to go off. That is when Allison notices a second thing, her arm, that is asleep, is still holding Lydia’s perfectly manicured one across the center console of the car. Physical proof that yesterday’s kiss was real; that their relationship is real. She grins to herself at the memory of Lydia’s lips on hers and Lydia continues talking as if she can read Allison’s mind.
“So I see being in a relationship doesn’t change the fact that you are nonverbal before your first cup of coffee…”
Allison rolls her eyes but the smile still on her lips dampens any negative connotation her gesture could possibly have. Lydia holds her gaze for moment, sharing a quiet smile before she gets up to start stretching.
“Stiles texted me last night to say that we have to go to the main Ben&Jerry’s in Vermont to try the Vermonster before we travel all the way up to Acadia.”
Reluctantly, Allison releases Lydia’s hand to adjust her seat so she can drive. She drums her fingers on the steering wheel of the car, biting on her lower lip trying to remember where she has heard of a Vermontser before.
“What?”
“He says don’t google it but we should bring the appetite equivalent of Scott and Isaac combined.”
“So two high school werewolf boys?”
“Hmmm… apparently.”
“I don’t think there is enough weed in the world for me to be able to have an appetite like that.”
Lydia’s laughs in response as she too adjusts her seat for the long drive ahead of them. She plugs her phone into the car’s stereo, her playlist fills the car as Allison pulls onto the highway to start the next leg of their journey together.(When they arrive at Ben&Jerry’s, the beautiful weather has everyone outside and craving something sweet. By the time they reach the counter, they have seen three mini armies of people with Vermonster buckets packed with twenty scoops of ice cream with various toppings, whipped cream, and cherries. Lydia texts Stiles back saying, “I think you underestimated the challenge. The appetite of the whole pack is needed.” It’s the first direct communication they have had with the pack [excluding parents] for the entire trip but it feels right.)


It only takes an hour of hiking for Lydia and Allison to stumble upon the perfect camping spot to spend the night. It’s a wooden deck area that overlooks a small portion of an ocean inlet, surrounded by tall thick trees. It doesn’t have a fire pit but there at least half a dozen campsites in the area that do. After wrestling with her new cocoon tent for thirty minutes, Allison steps back with Lydia to admire her handiwork at the frustrating task. Lydia shrugs and begins saying that it looks a little but Allison silences that sentence with a single look that threatens Lydia with the prospect of sleeping tentless. So Lydia effortlessly changes the topic to it being the perfect time for a walk.
They walk for about two miles on a path that is supposed to lead them to the ocean and a lighthouse, when Allison starts laughing quietly to herself like she is trying to hold it in. Lydia looks back at her with an eyebrow raised, silently asking what is so funny. That simple and familiar gesture is enough to cause Allison to lose whatever little control she has over herself, she leans forward, laughing hard, and clutching her stomach. Lydia can’t stop the grin that spreads across her lips at the simple fact that Allison’s happiness is contagious to her. Allison struggles to find a breathe to explain her hysterics,
“L-l-lydia! You! You kissed-kissed me! We kissed!”
Lydia’s smile diminishes slightly at the path this conversation seems to be going, not understanding what is so funny about it because the only explanations she has makes a rock form in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes… yes we did, Allison.”
Allison notices the corners of Lydia’s smile are beginning to turn down and how her body seems rigid. She manages to tamper her laughter down to a giggle, a big joyous smile still on her lips.
“We kissed Lydia! And it was amazing. Why did we wait so long?”
Lydia exhales on heavy sigh filled with anxiety, the rock in her stomach dissolves immediately into laughter that bubbles out of her as she rolls her eyes affectionately.
“I don’t know Allison. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.”“Or maybe we were both just dumb.”
Then Allison erupts in laughter again as if the idea of the two of them being dumb is seriously the funniest thing in the world to her. As suddenly as she started laughing, she stops and looks back to Lydia, who is regarding her with a tilted head and hands on her hips. Allison’s eyes go wide in clear realization of a very important idea.
“Do you think the pack always knew we were lesbians?”
“Probably not because we aren’t really lesbians, probably much closer to bisexual on the Kinsey scale. Besides, collectively we have either slept with or kissed the entire pack. Why are you suddenly thinking about this and finding it so hysterical? You sound high…”
Allison starts laughing again and mutters to herself as she begins searching her pockets.
“Oh fuck. I forgot I bought these cookies while I was waiting for you in Seattle! I didn’t know I bought edibles! Oh my god. Fuck! Lydia! I am high!”
Allison laughs harder as Lydia removes a small container from her hands that has the label ”High on Cloud 9 Bake Goods” with two chocolate chip cookies left. Lydia starts laughing with Allison, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Really Allison? You had no idea? Did you read the label?”
“Well now it makes sense why I had to show I.D… Shhh-stop judging me. I saved you two at least?”
Allison bats her eyes down at Lydia, a goofy smile still playing loosely on her lips. When Lydia looks back up, Allison’s face is so much closer to hers than seconds ago. Lydia’s breath catches in her throat at the site of her beautiful girlfriend, cheeks red from laughter and clear shining eyes just for her.
“Come on Lydia, get high as fuck with me and we can admire how beautiful nature is together.”
Sappy words about Allison’s beauty spring into Lydia’s mind, but she distracts herself from actually voicing them by eating the two cookies. When she finishes chewing her last bite, Allison leans in two more inches to capture her lips. Lydia immediately braces her arms on Allison’s and pulls away a couple of inches before the kiss distracts her.
“Allison. While that cookie was delicious, it tasted like weed. How did you not notice that they tasted weird?”
A sheepish smile comes across Allison’s lips as she ducks her head, a blush forms on her cheeks as she returns her eyes back to Lydia’s face.
“I was so hungry. I just figured they were stale…”
At the embarrassed confession that stumbles out of Allison’s lips, Lydia laughs in response and rests her forehead against Allison’s. Their faces are so close, that it is impossible to not go cross eyed to maintain eye contact.
“Reasonable, babe.”


By the time Allison and Lydia return to their little campsite, the sun is just beginning to set and their high wore off. They are debating the pros and cons of making friends with another campsite so they can have a hot dinner, but at the same time it sounds exhausting. Just as they reach their tent, the scent of weed hits both of them at the same time. They turn to each, sporting matching grins.
“Let’s befriend those people.”
“We can even bribe their friendship with our s’mores supplies and extra hot dogs…”
“I’m going to bring our own joint though. Just incase they don’t share well.”
They leave their campsite again, with a backpack of new provisions, Lydia holds Allison’s hand to lead them to source of the smell. When they finally find the source, there is a dying out fire and a group of college aged kids laughing and completely oblivious to their surroundings. Allison pulls up short right behind Lydia, in front of the pathetic attempt at a fire.
“You know, if you want to mask the obvious scent of weed, you actually have to keep the fire going.”
Allison ducks her head onto Lydia’s shoulder to hide her chuckle as the group turns around startled, one guy belatedly attempts to hide the pipe behind his back. A guy in a gray sweatershirt steps forward to squint at Lydia and Allison, he relaxes immediately when he realizes they are not Park Rangers; he speaks up first,
“Fuck! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don’t pull that kinda shit! Dude, if you can get that fire going, you can join us.”
Lydia rolls her eyes, muttering in response as she bends down to readjust the fire into her successful teepee design she made on the peninsula in Seattle.
“Of course, I can.”
Allison smiles sweetly as she reaches into their backpack and removes a bag of marshmallows.
“We thought you might have the munchies so we brought treats to share!”
The guy in the sweatshirt steps closer to them, his eyes slightly glassy with a goofy grin on his lips. He extends his hand to Allison,
“Wow, you’re practically a godsend! I’m Jason by the way.”
“I’m Allison! And this is Lydia!”
Allison says as she shakes his hand, gesturing towards where Lydia is coaxing the fire back to life. A couple walks over, arms linked, one in a ratty Red Sox hat and the other with thick dark frames.
“The fire is alive! Our Saviors! I’m Sam and this is Alex. We’re just about to have some dinner, want to join us?”
Lydia stands back up, turns her attention back to the couple.
“Depends if what you are eating is any better than hot dogs.”
“It’s the same…”
Jason perks up immediately at this, clasping his hands together.
“So you’ll stay! We can all take another hit post dinner.”
“I’m sold if you are Allison.”
Allison nods her consent as they head further into the campsite, meeting the rest of the entourage in the midst of preparing dinner. Somehow, they end up spending the next two hours sitting around the campfire with these complete strangers talking about life, swapping stories, and playing guitar. When Allison mentions something about entering their senior year of high school, Jason nearly falls out of his folding chair, claiming they are the coolest high schoolers he has ever met.
It is about midnight by the time Sam convinces Jason it’s time for another smoke. By this time in the night, Allison and Lydia are not sitting next to each other due to different conversations. Allison is sitting between a girl playing a guitar and Jason, while Alex is debating with Lydia on the log bench across the fire.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lydia can see Jason shamelessly flirting with Allison who seems to be oblivious. Lydia tries to clamp down on the jealousy that rises when Jason makes Allison laugh or the fact that his leg is pressed up against hers. Every time Lydia makes eye contact with her, they share private sweet smiles that make it a little easier to swallow down that jealousy.
On the first pass of the pipe, Allison simply gives it to the guitar girl next to her. Lydia raises an eyebrow at Allison while she takes her own hit off the pipe, enjoying the tickle of the smoke as she inhales deeply. She exhales slowly as she realizes that Allison’s shrug simply means that she has no clue how to use a pipe. A brilliant plan (like all of her plans are) comes to her mind as she stands up. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she crosses to where Allison is sitting. Allison beams up at her, gently patting the space on her lap, signaling for Lydia to sit down. Lydia sits so her knees resting on the log bench as she straddles Allison’s legs, her face inches from Allison’s. Allison rests her hands on Lydia’s thighs, drawing circles while Lydia keeps her hands in the small space between them. She notices that next to them, Jason is taking another hit as he takes in the scene of them. Allison beaming smile never wavers, especially as she whispers in a soft and happy voice.
“Hey girlfriend.”
“Hey. Wanna shotgun babe?”
Lydia watches the instantaneous response her words trigger in Allison: her eyes dilate and her grip tightens on Lydia’s thighs. Her whisper soft response is a little rougher when she replies with a faint, “yeah” charging the air between them. Lydia smirks in response to the soft “shit” that Jason lets out as he passes her the pipe.
Lydia leans back slightly to give her more space, trusting Allison to keep her from toppling which she does by moving one hand from Lydia’s thigh to her waist. Lydia takes her hit and inhales deep, locking her eyes on Allison’s as she passes the pipe to the guitar girl next to them. In her mind she counts to three before leaning back in towards Allison, who is biting her lip in anticipation. Lydia tilts her head to the side a little and puts both her hands on the smooth skin of Allison’s jaw. Allison licks her lips as just as Lydia closes her eyes to seal her mouth over Allison’s. She exhales slowly, enjoying the sweet lips under hers and how it feels when Allison’s throat opens as she inhales. When Lydia finishes exhaling, she opens her eyes, pulling her chin back so she can rest her forehead on Allison’s while she holds the smoke in. Allison exhales through her nose, causing a slight cough and some smoke to leave through her mouth. Lydia grins,
“You were perfect babe.”
Allison dives back in for another kiss, as if that single phrase ignites a fire in her veins that she wants to share with Lydia, wants to share some of that warmth. Her hand moves up Lydia’s thigh and the other one searches for the skin under her shirt. Lydia’s hand goes to the back of Allison’s head to pull her mouth closer to hers. Allison’s tongue sweeps across Lydia’s lips but before Lydia has a chance to part her lips, Allison pulls away. She smirks up at Lydia.
“Thanks boo.”
Lydia scrunches her nose in slight protest of the ridiculous pet name but with that smirk on Allison’s face, she isn’t going to deny her. A slow clap from behind Lydia brings them back to the present and the fact that they aren’t alone. Lydia turns her head to survey the scene, pretty much everyone is staring. Jason is holding the pipe again and is the first to recover.
“Wow. First off, didn’t peg you as girlfriends. Second, that was hands down the hottest thing I have ever seen. Shit. Wanna go again?”
Lydia is about to say yes, just to rub it in Jason’s face that she gets to do things like this with Allison because they are dating. But Allison speaks up before she has a chance.
“Thanks but we are gonna head to bed. We have another long trip ahead of us tomorrow. It was nice meeting you guys!”
Lydia stands up, offering her hand to help Allison up off the bench. They both giggle when Allison collides with her, feeling the small effects from a little weed. Allison grabs Lydia’s hand and begins to pull her towards their campsite, Lydia turns to wave bye one last time.
“Good night! Have a nice life everyone!”
Back in their tent, Allison barely has the lamp turned on before Lydia is on her. Lydia straddles her lap for the second time that night, her hands scramble under Allison’s sweater as she kisses her lips hard. Allison’s hand flies to Lydia’s curls, the other back to her hip and up her shirt. Lydia pulls back, a smiles that radiates pure joy on her face.
“You called me your girlfriend.”
“You are my girlfriend… I’m not ashamed to be dating you Lydia.”
That gives Lydia pause, letting the truth in her words sink deep into her body. She leans back a little and removes her shirt. She moves back in, holding Allison’s face in her hands.
“I’m not ashamed either. I want everyone to know.”
She makes her words a promise that she kisses into Allison’s mouth, feels their teeth clank as they grin stupidly in a way that only happens after smoking. Allison peels off her sweater before returning her hands to Lydia’s head and hip. Allison leans until she is laying down on the sleeping bag, pulling Lydia down on top of her. Her hand scrambles to turn off the lantern before continuing its exploration of the smooth curves of Lydia’s body. Her hands converge on Lydia’s bra and they shake a little as she unhooks it, her hands eager to touch more skin. She feels her bra become unhooked as well and Lydia pulls away slightly to remove it, her hands trailing slowly up Allison’s bare stomach, her eyes cataloging every beauty mark and scar, biting her lip as she does so, a sign that she is concentrating fully on this one task.
When Lydia’s fingers reach her boobs and gives a gentle squeeze, Allison sucks in a breath-tightening her grip on Lydia’s hips. Lydia’s eyes shoot up to hers to watch her reaction as she takes a nipple in between her thumb and pointer finger, pinching gently then rubbing back and forth. Allison lets out a soft moan at the feeling, even in the darkness she can see the gleam in Lydia’s eyes at the sound she makes and it turns her on even more. Allison reaches up and pulls Lydia’s head down to hers so she can kiss her soft lips. Lydia’s hand switches its attention to her other nipple as Allison snakes her hand up to Lydia’s boob. Her first squeeze catches Lydia off guard and when she parts her mouth on a sharp inhale, Allison takes the opportunity to make the kiss dirtier by licking her mouth. Lydia lets out groan as she unconsciously grinds her hips down on Allison’s which elicits a gasp from Allison’s lips.
Allison’s hands travel lower to the top of Lydia’s skirt but hands stop hers from proceeding lower. She looks up when Lydia whispers a quiet confession.
“I have no idea what I am doing…”
“Me neither. We can wait though before we touch eachoth-”
“Could we? Please?Honestly, I think I could get off just like this, feeling your skin against mine.”
“Yeah? Me too, well, I think this could help…”
Allison says as she parts her legs a little more until one of Lydia’s legs falls in between hers. Allison lifts her thigh so she can rub Lydia’s clit through her underwear. Lydia closes her eyes as a surprised moan falls from her lips as she mutters, “fuck”. Allison winks at her playfully but before she can reply, Lydia cuts her off with a dirty kiss of tongue and teeth. Their boobs touch against each other for the first time and they both groan at the foreign sensation. Lydia bites on Allison’s lower lip then quickly kisses it in an apology. Her mouth trails down Allison’s jaw, peppering it with kisses. Her hands return to Allison’s boobs when she begins to bite Allison’s sensitive neck. Allison’s hands fly to Lydia’s back, trying in vain to pull their bodies closer than they already are, her hands slipping for purchase on Lydia’s soft skin. Any movement causes an increase in pressure on both of their clits from where their thighs are, which only makes Allison writhe more under Lydia’s attention.
Lydia’s kisses don’t stop at her neck either, they continue down her chest to her boobs. She licks a nipple and is delighted by Allison’s response. She blows air on the wet stripe she licked to watch her nipple harden before biting at it. Allison moans at the sensation, shamelessly grinding against Lydia’s thigh, looking for relief in the form of more pressure on her clit. While Lydia alternates between biting and licking Allison’s nipple, her hand squeezes and pinches the other one. Allison’s hand tangles itself in Lydia’s strawberry blonde curls and pulls her closer to her chest. Her whisper of praise is broken by little moans and gasps,
“Lydia… yeah… fuck. please… please don’t stop. That feels so fucking good.”
Lydia switches her mouth to the other nipple and her hand to the bruised one. Allison sucks in a deep breath at the sensation of soft skin against her tender nipple before she is guiding Lydia back up to her mouth for a filthy, desperate kiss. Their tongues fight for dominance before Allison wins, gripping Lydia’s neck tight as her thighs tighten around Lydia’s. A soft moan escapes Allison’s mouth as she finally finds her release. Lydia grinds down on Allison’s thigh, trailing Allison. Their kisses turn sweet and tired as they both relax into each other’s arms. Lydia pulls the sleeping bag over them as Allison gently scratches her scalp.
“That. That was amazing.”
“I have to agree. It was.”
“Even though I didn’t really get to get you off…”
“Are you kidding me? Those noises you were making when I was biting your nipple were getting me off.”
“Damn. Why is the idea of you getting pleasure from giving me pleasure so hot?”
“I’m not complaining. Now, we do have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I think we should get some rest. Good night, babe.”
“Good night, boo.”
Allison says with a gentle kiss to the top of Lydia’s head where is nestled in her arm. She tightens her arm around Lydia’s waist, pulling her flush against her side again before she closes her eyes, falling into a deep sleep aided by the warmth of her girlfriend.

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 8 - Bad Girls

It only takes an hour of hiking for Lydia and Allison to stumble upon the perfect camping spot to spend the night. It’s a wooden deck area that overlooks a small portion of an ocean inlet, surrounded by tall thick trees. It doesn’t have a fire pit but there at least half a dozen campsites in the area that do. After wrestling with her new cocoon tent for thirty minutes, Allison steps back with Lydia to admire her handiwork at the frustrating task. Lydia shrugs and begins saying that it looks a little but Allison silences that sentence with a single look that threatens Lydia with the prospect of sleeping tentless. So Lydia effortlessly changes the topic to it being the perfect time for a walk.

They walk for about two miles on a path that is supposed to lead them to the ocean and a lighthouse, when Allison starts laughing quietly to herself like she is trying to hold it in. Lydia looks back at her with an eyebrow raised, silently asking what is so funny. That simple and familiar gesture is enough to cause Allison to lose whatever little control she has over herself, she leans forward, laughing hard, and clutching her stomach. Lydia can’t stop the grin that spreads across her lips at the simple fact that Allison’s happiness is contagious to her. Allison struggles to find a breathe to explain her hysterics,

“L-l-lydia! You! You kissed-kissed me! We kissed!”

Lydia’s smile diminishes slightly at the path this conversation seems to be going, not understanding what is so funny about it because the only explanations she has makes a rock form in the pit of her stomach.

“Yes… yes we did, Allison.”

Allison notices the corners of Lydia’s smile are beginning to turn down and how her body seems rigid. She manages to tamper her laughter down to a giggle, a big joyous smile still on her lips.

“We kissed Lydia! And it was amazing. Why did we wait so long?”

Lydia exhales on heavy sigh filled with anxiety, the rock in her stomach dissolves immediately into laughter that bubbles out of her as she rolls her eyes affectionately.

“I don’t know Allison. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.”

“Or maybe we are both dumb.”

Then Allison erupts in laughter again as if the idea of the two of them being dumb is seriously the funniest thing in the world to her. As suddenly as she started laughing, she stops and looks back to Lydia, who is regarding her with a tilted head and hands on her hips. Allison’s eyes go wide in clear realization of a very important idea.

“Do you think the pack always knew we were lesbians?”

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I know I am in the middle of one fanfic right now (somewhere along the way) but I already have massive plans/graphics for a tattoo!au underway and I am excited about both of them!

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 7 - You and I

Allison isn’t sleeping, merely pretending, as she leans against the window of the car. Her body feels exhausted from sleeping poorly last night but her mind refuses to stop racing for even a second. Dozens of thoughts flicker in her mind about the fight last night, about their friendship, about Beacon Hills, and everything inbetween. Her mind keeps replaying the fight over and over again, Lydia’s judgement, when Lydia flinched, and no matter what else Allison tries to think of, her thoughts always return to their stupid stupid fight. She refuses to dwell upon it for too long, always trying to distract herself with another thought, a different memory, anything that isn’t Lydia’s carefully blank face. They are driving through a tunnel when Allison finally allows herself to open her eyes and peak at the clock on the dashboard, a bleary 2:30pm blinks back at her in the darkness of the tunnel. She groans internally in pure frustration at how slow time is moving.
2:30pm - that means they have been on the road for almost seven hours, a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that means their final destination of Niagara Falls must be near. Curse because that means they have not muttered a single word for the past sixteen hours. Even with Welcome to Nightvale playing from the car’s speakers in a useless attempt to hide the dreary silence, the lack of exchanged words is suffocating. Allison shifts in her seat in an attempt that being physically comfortable will ease the uncomfortable feeling the silence has created in her stomach. Even after sixteen hours, the silence has not become familiar. It seems to worsen as time drags on, leaving Allison feeling almost nauseous with unease.

Still Allison remains silent, treating it like a game that she is determined to win. She lets the uncomfortable feeling of wrong wash over her until it has sunken into her bones and solidified her joints with the belief of being right. She refuses to let Lydia win, to play her game, to apologize simply to end the silence when she knows she is not at fault. Well not completely at fault. Allison knows first hand how frequently Lydia gets her way, how often she ignores someone instead of admitting her wrongs. Allison refuses to crumble, she refuses to lose to Lydia.

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Allison isn’t sleeping, merely pretending, as she leans against the window of the car. Her body feels exhausted from sleeping poorly last night but her mind refuses to stop racing for even a second. Dozens of thoughts flicker in her mind about the fight last night, about their friendship, about Beacon Hills, and everything inbetween. Her mind keeps replaying the fight over and over again, Lydia’s judgement, when Lydia flinched, and no matter what else Allison tries to think of, her thoughts always return to their stupid stupid fight. She refuses to dwell upon it for too long, always trying to distract herself with another thought, a different memory, anything that isn’t Lydia’s carefully blank face. They are driving through a tunnel when Allison finally allows herself to open her eyes and peak at the clock on the dashboard, a bleary 2:30pm blinks back at her in the darkness of the tunnel. She groans internally in pure frustration at how slow time is moving.
2:30pm - that means they have been on the road for almost seven hours, a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that means their final destination of Niagara Falls must be near. Curse because that means they have not muttered a single word for the past sixteen hours. Even with Welcome to Nightvale playing from the car’s speakers in a useless attempt to hide the dreary silence, the lack of exchanged words is suffocating. Allison shifts in her seat in an attempt that being physically comfortable will ease the uncomfortable feeling the silence has created in her stomach. Even after sixteen hours, the silence has not become familiar. It seems to worsen as time drags on, leaving Allison feeling almost nauseous with unease.
Still Allison remains silent, treating it like a game that she is determined to win. She lets the uncomfortable feeling of wrong wash over her until it has sunken into her bones and solidified her joints with the belief of being right. She refuses to let Lydia win, to play her game, to apologize simply to end the silence when she knows she is not at fault. Well not completely at fault. Allison knows first hand how frequently Lydia gets her way, how often she ignores someone instead of admitting her wrongs. Allison refuses to crumble, she refuses to lose to Lydia.
Allison is so lost in her own mind that she doesn’t register that the car has stopped moving until she hears the engine cut out. She raises her head in confusion to take in their surroundings as Lydia unbuckles and removes herself from the car. They have finally reached their destination: Niagara Falls, specifically a parking lot labeled “For Those Touring Niagara Falls”. She scrambles to unbuckle her seat belt, so she can leave the suffocating silence of the car and stretch her legs for the first time in hours. When she finally manages to remove herself, two things surprise her: Niagara Falls is practically deafening compared to the environment of the car and Lydia is waiting for her, not making eye contact, but still waiting for her none the less.
Annoyance flashes through Allison at Lydia’s still passive behavior and she bites on her tongue to refrain from commenting on it, reminding herself that she refuses to break the silence first. AsAllison approaches Lydia, Lydia turns to lead them down the stairs to the bridge that has the iconic view of the falls. Allison shakes head at the notion that only Lydia would manage to run the show without making eye contact or speaking and she cracks a small fond smile at that before setting her face to carefully neutral when she reminds herself that they are still fighting and she is still angry.
Lydia finally stops on the path that is near the base of the waterfall, turning to face the beautiful waterfall that is the largest in North America. Allison stops right next to her and follows her gaze to the amazing landscape right in front of them. She leans her arms onto the railing, not caring that the mist from the waterfall is landing right on her. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply to just take in the moment. She feels a lump forming in her throat as memories of her parents arguing over who told the story better of the time they almost losing their family wedding bands when they renewed their vows at Niagara Falls flash behind her closed eyes. Suddenly, the loss of her mother hits her harder than it has in months and she grips the railings tight, trying to steal her emotions back to safe thoughts.
She is surprised when she feels a hand on hers, she looks down to see Lydia’s hand on hers-rubbing circles into the back of her hand just like they do on each other’s back when the nightmares feel the realest and the tears won’t stop flowing. Allison glances up and into Lydia’s face for the first time in what feels like ages. Lydia gives her a small smile as she squeezes Allison’s hand. Though no words are exchanged, Allison relaxes enough into the familiar touch to really take in their surroundings. The sound of the waterfall is loud enough to drown out the sound of her heartbeat and to quiet the thoughts in her mind. For the first time all day, Allison feels like she is at peace. The white noise from the waterfall is so loud that Allison almost doesn’t catch the whisper soft confession fall from Lydia’s lips.
“I’m sorry for getting angry at you last night and I am so sorry for what I said. It was completely out of place and I’m sorry for criticizing you for making out with that guy. You were right, it was wrong of me to comment about your standards and sexual desires. Especially since you have been so supportive of me these past couple of years through all of my questionable relationships or lack there of…”
Allison finds herself holding her breathe in without even realizing it, she lets it out when Lydia’s voice trails off with a quiet self deprecating laugh. She opens her mouth to reply but like always Lydia beats her to it, her voice a little stronger this time but it sounds confused and terribly lost. Allison turns her body to face Lydia, her heart aches at the uncommon display of vulnerability that Lydia is sharing with her right now.
“Thanks for being patient with me and willing to call me out on my bullshit. I don’t even really know where it came from… the anger I mean. I just saw you kissing him and I couldn’t help but think that he probably doesn’t know that your favorite color is navy, that you don’t believe in fate or unicorns, that you take your coffee with extra cream and sugar, that you love music with a good beat to sing and dance to, that you sleep with chinese daggers under your pillow just in case, and that you are one of the strongest people I have ever met. And that made me so…it made me so irrationally angry.”
Lydia’s speech tampers off again as she stares straight forward, as if searching the mist for the answers, for the rational explanation for her anger. Allison studies her side profile for the entire confession. She scoffs slightly, rolling her eyes playfully, and chuckles to herself quietly. Her smiles is genuine as she feels whatever barrier that had established itself between her and Lydia over the past sixteen hours finally crumble away.
“God, you almost sound jealous, like Scott when Isaac and I first started liking each other!”
Lydia snaps her head to look at Allison, her eyes wide with sudden clarity.
“Maybe I was jealous…”
Allison’s eyebrows draw together in confusion,
“Why-Why would you be jealous?”
Lydia glances down to where she is still grasping Allison’s hand on the railing then back up to Allison’s face. She pauses as she searches Allison’s face for a second, her eyes flick from Allison’s lips to her eyes and back again. Her voice drops to a whisper as she responds,
“Maybe I was jealous… because I wanted to be the one kissing you…”
Noticing Lydia’s gaze, Allison bites her lip half due to the added attention on them and half in contemplation of this notion. Lydia’s gaze returns to her eyes with a certain sense of determination but her nervousness reveals itself in the form of a blush that forms on her cheeks. Allison realizes how dumb the two of them have been the moment she acknowledges to herself that Lydia’s blush is endearing and adorable. She feels a blush on her own cheeks as she whispers back,
“Maybe I wanted you to be the one kissing me.”
Lydia leans in closer but Allison doesn’t move either direction, keeping perfectly still as if she isn’t sure if this is real, as if this could be one big misconception or worse yet she fell asleep in the car ride and this is all a dream and they are still fighting. Lydia pauses,
“You good?”
Allison nods as she mutters back,
“Absolutely.”
She surges forward to eliminate the gap between them. She feels Lydia’s hand reach up to grasp her chin. She closes her eyes so she can channel all her focus on her sense of touch, on where her lips meet the soft red lips of her best friend, of Lydia Martin. Her brain short fires a little bit at that thought and when Lydia pulls back, she feels lightheaded and Lydia looks a little breathless. Being this physically close, she finally feels the support needed to blurt out her own apology.
“I am sorry I called you a freak in a hateful tone last night. I mean you are a freak but in the best of ways. You are a freak but…you’re….”
“Your freak?”
Lydia supplies, staying close and leaning into Allison’s space as she curls a loose strand of Allison’s hair around her pointer finger before looking back up to Allison’s gaze. Allison smiles and shakes her head,
“I’m no idiot. I know very well that you don’t belong to anyone.”
“Correct.”
Lydia says, over emphasizing the hard t at the end of the word. She continues to play with the curl of hair around her finger to distract herself before speaking up again,
“But I wouldn’t mind being with you.”
“Like girlfriends?”
Allison looks down at Lydia’s open face and feels the slight tug of Lydia playing with her hair, affection fills her as Lydia beams up at her.
“Yeah, like girlfriends.”
Allison puts her hand on Lydia’s waist to test out the feeling of her skin against Lydia’s. It feels right deep in her bones in a way that nothing has in a long, long time, like way before she knew about werewolves, hunters, or even Beacon Hills. She rubs her thumb in soothing circles against the skin on Lydia’s hip as she returns her smile.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that either.”
Allison seals her words over Lydia’s-no her best friend’sno- her girlfriend’s lips, feeling the stupid grin that Lydia is sporting rather than seeing it is a nice change that she knows she could get use to.

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

This is the story of Allison and Lydia’s three week road trip across the country to escape the bad memories haunting them in Beacon Hills but they fall in love somewhere along the way.

Chapter 7 - You and I

Allison isn’t sleeping, merely pretending, as she leans against the window of the car. Her body feels exhausted from sleeping poorly last night but her mind refuses to stop racing for even a second. Dozens of thoughts flicker in her mind about the fight last night, about their friendship, about Beacon Hills, and everything inbetween. Her mind keeps replaying the fight over and over again, Lydia’s judgement, when Lydia flinched, and no matter what else Allison tries to think of, her thoughts always return to their stupid stupid fight. She refuses to dwell upon it for too long, always trying to distract herself with another thought, a different memory, anything that isn’t Lydia’s carefully blank face. They are driving through a tunnel when Allison finally allows herself to open her eyes and peak at the clock on the dashboard, a bleary 2:30pm blinks back at her in the darkness of the tunnel. She groans internally in pure frustration at how slow time is moving.
2:30pm - that means they have been on the road for almost seven hours, a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that means their final destination of Niagara Falls must be near. Curse because that means they have not muttered a single word for the past sixteen hours. Even with Welcome to Nightvale playing from the car’s speakers in a useless attempt to hide the dreary silence, the lack of exchanged words is suffocating. Allison shifts in her seat in an attempt that being physically comfortable will ease the uncomfortable feeling the silence has created in her stomach. Even after sixteen hours, the silence has not become familiar. It seems to worsen as time drags on, leaving Allison feeling almost nauseous with unease.
Still Allison remains silent, treating it like a game that she is determined to win. She lets the uncomfortable feeling of wrong wash over her until it has sunken into her bones and solidified her joints with the belief of being right. She refuses to let Lydia win, to play her game, to apologize simply to end the silence when she knows she is not at fault. Well not completely at fault. Allison knows first hand how frequently Lydia gets her way, how often she ignores someone instead of admitting her wrongs. Allison refuses to crumble, she refuses to lose to Lydia.

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I don’t want to say goodbye, I just want to stay the night.

-listen.

it feels like a perfect night ✌♥ ☀

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