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#✧ — ⋆ there's no such thing as werewolves ; allison.

Fifteen years.

Everyone kept telling her that it had been fifteen years, and yet, she can't remember a time when she wasn't. It was a peculiar sort of sensation to constantly trudge through, where she could not remember any sort of life prior to a few weeks ago, but she didn't feel as though she'd suddenly burst through the thin bubble surrounding the after life and this one. It was enough to keep her up at night — keep her up at night it did, long hours into the night where she'd stare at the moon and wonder when the last time it was she'd actually seen it, aside from the fuzzy memories that hadn't quite been as clear as they'd been when Lydia's voice cracked her in half like she was a fault line, a dormant volcano waiting for eruption.

And now she was to sift through the ashes, piece together a new life, and the only thing that made sense in all of it was Scott. He was a tether, reminding her that she belonged in this skin, in this world. He was holding her in the present, keeping her from the clutches of her own mind and a dozen different pasts that all seemed more real than the one before it. She knew she still had her father, had her friends, but Scott was different. Scott was her anchor.

She couldn't manage to be in Beacon Hills, even if it was nothing more than a page in a book she wasn't sure she'd even read before, so they'd started towards the city he'd been living in for years now, Allison unsure of where she sat in the life he'd created without her. She knew he was her now, but he'd had a past without her in it. It felt like squeezing into a much too small room, forcing herself to accommodate to its size. The entire ride to his friend's place, she'd kept the windows rolled down, eager to resist the feeling of confinement. She'd forgotten what it felt like to have the wind rush through her hair, sunlight kiss her skin.

Allison offered him a thin-lipped smile as he helped her out of the car, eager to lazily trail behind him. It was somewhat odd, him ushering her inside of a stranger's house, but she tempered down her confusion to take the shape of complacence, along for the proverbial ride. Inside the house, though, came more questions than answers — not that she'd expected any of her questions answered, of course, considering she'd been holding the majority of those close to the vest even if Scott was so accommodating, so patient, so willing. His voice carried through the empty halls, and she spun around on her heel to eye him cautiously. Gravity pulled him closer to her, the way it always had (a way that felt as natural as breathing, something that had made sense even when she didn't know who he was and even now when her memories felt like secondhand stories, a life studied but not quite her own) and she allowed herself to melt into his touch. "Scott..." she trailed off, voice snagging in the uneven fabric of her throat.

Her eyes cast down to the spare key glinting in the open light in his hand, offered out to her. Carefully, she enveloped her hand over his open palm, squeezing tightly until she felt the cold kiss of the metal on her own palm. "I don't..." Allison took a sharp draw of breath, exhaling slowly. "I don't remember too many of my dreams from before," she admitted sheepishly, her free hand reaching up to brush across the top of his hair. "But I know what I dream about now, and I know what feels right. What's always felt right."

Both lips pressed together, curling back into a gentle smile. "You're my dream. Whether we're here or in a shack in the middle of the woods. I just want a life where I'm with you. No obstacles, no one trying to kill us, no excuses." A small laugh built in her throat. "Even if you are a filthy liar," she teased, taking a step closer so her chest brushed against the warmth of his torso, lacing their fingers together. "I always see you. And now, I get to dream about you inside of our house, where we get to start our family. Our life." Allison propelled slightly onto her tiptoes. "And for what it's worth, I've never loved anyone quite like I love you."

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As they stepped inside the house, he could feel her confused demeanor set in. Maybe it wasn't the best lie he could have come up with, but it still managed to work. He gravitated towards her like a magnet being pulled by a greater force. For a brief moment, he thought about the fact that maybe this was all too overwhelming for her. After all, she was missing fifteen years of her life in memories she was still gaining back. Maybe this step was too big or too soon for her to take. His storm of whirling thoughts was put to a stop as Allison's smooth voice spoke on. He could feel his chest release a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding in. "Not going to lie, I thought I overwhelmed you for a second with this grand gesture," his tone was light as a chuckle escaped his lips and took any form of nerves with it.

There were so many nights in the past where he would have dreams of his future. He dreamt of a beautiful house with children running around, keeping the place lively at all times of the day. In every single one of those dreams, his wife and the mother of those children was Allison. Every single time his alarm clock would ring and his eyes fluttered open, he wished he could escape for five more minutes back into that perfect dream world. Because as soon as he opened his eyes, he was faced with the reality that Allison was gone and that dream was nothing more than just that. But now, everything had changed and it was as if life were giving them a second chance at fate. "You've always been my dream," he proudly spoke. It had been obvious from the first day he met her that he was a complete softie when it came to her. "I'm sorry I had to be a filthy liar in order to pull off this surprise," he chuckled, pulling her closer and pressing his lips to her forehead. "You know, every single time I dreamt about what my future would look like, I pictured exactly this." He beamed at her with the brightest smile, taking in the moment and savoring it. "It still feels like I'm dreaming because you're here. You're back in my life. And if this is actually a dream, it's a dream I never want to wake up from." Scott pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate embrace.

As they pulled apart, Scott held onto her hand and led her deeper into the house. "I need to give you the full tour," he proudly stated as he led her towards the kitchen. It wasn't anything over the top and fancy, but it was perfect for them. The house was a little older, which meant there were some features that needed updating. Luckily the kitchen didn't apply, since the previous owners had renovated it a few years before selling. Beautiful granite countertops sparkled in the light, with brand new wooden cabinets to match. "This was the real selling point of the place," he noted as he patted the countertop. "I know neither of us are culinary geniuses," he started with a chuckle. "But I started thinking about the two of us having date nights and cooking new recipes together for dinner. Plus these countertops are good for other things too," he noted with a flirtatious grin.

#ft. allison

It had felt like a fever dream since the moment Allison returned back into his life. When he first saw her, he was sure she was just an illusion. A ghost of his past haunting him. Taunting him by dangling the image of his one true love right in front of him. It had taken some time for it to all sink in that she was in fact real. She was his Allison. Granted, she was still regaining some of her old memories and making up for all the lost time. Now that she was back in his life, Scott didn't want to waste a singular moment. Especially since he's known Allison was the one he was going to spend his life with, even back to that first day in class when she borrowed his pen.

The brakes of the car let out a faint squeak as it came to a stop in front of a gorgeous white suburban home. He had told Allison that he needed to swing by a friend's place before they head out to their date. Little did she know, he had a much bigger surprise planned. "Come on," he smiled as nodded his head towards the house. He ran over to the passenger side and opened her door, persistent that she follow his lead.

He slipped his key into the front door's lock and gestured for her to go in first. He followed right behind her as they stepped into a completely empty house. "So I may have lied just a little bit," Scott teased as a smile completely took over his face. "I always said that I'd settle down someday when I meet the perfect girl. Turns out, no other girl comes anywhere close to you." Scott stepped forward and brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. "I always have been and always will be in love with you. I want us to have the life we've always dreamt of having together. Which is why I took the liberty of buying this house." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a spare key to give to her. "What do you think? You think you could see us living here and starting a family one day here?"

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