#ft. allison

[wallyaxiom]

📖 𝙰 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴: 𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚖-𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜’ 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 📖

[bloodbrothcrs]

allison. ( @mcgneticism​ )

HER MOTEL WAS STARTING TO LOOK like the bedroom of none other than stiles stilinski himself -- an array of newspapers, highlighters, post-its, and a series of books covered the extent of her room. not to mention a ball of red string she’d found in her car. lydia was going to find out what exactly brought her to this town, and she sure was not about to leave until the answer arose. for the meantime, the redhead was very much in dire need of a latte to keep herself functioning. having spent majority of her morning trying to look through old newspaper articles for any sign of supernatural activity in the past events of the town, her brain was starting to get overwhelmed. having thrown her red prada purse over her shoulder ( to match her shoes, of course ) lydia steps out of her motel room to make her way down the street. the banshee barely had to consider her steps, the route to the coffee shop becoming more and more routine for her the longer she remained resident in cherryville. which gave her perfect opportunity to observe her surroundings as she stalked across the street, that is, until she’s forced to a stand-still. DISBELIEF overwhelms her, she can practically feel herself go pale under a layer of blusher and foundation. as though she had just saw a ghost, because she swore that’s exactly what had happened. it was her head messing with her, it had to be. suddenly, she’s off again, this time a quickened pace as the redhead attempts to catch up with the figure she’d caught sight of, the familiar silhouette she could never forget. “all -- “ barely able to get the name past her lips, the thought of calling it out to an actual living person seemed all too much. she’d spoken of her in past tense, to scott and the rest of the gang, in her own room as she begged whatever power she had to try and find her, to find some way for her to communicate. but never again, did lydia martin ever anticipate calling allison’s name out to a living person. “ALLISON ??”

[chessxwilde]

Who: Chess and @allisonbennett Where/When: EMS Carnival 2026

Balancing samplings from the various food offerings, Chess made her way through the crowd to find a spot that was a bit less people-y. Zeroed on her mission, she nearly bumped into someone crossing her path, though swerved just in time. "Woah." She looked from her food to Allison to make sure nothing spilled. "I fear I may have gone a bit overboard," Chess admitted.

[marcjh]

paseo en bicicleta en la orilla del río sena ( @mm-allison​ )

no recuerda el momento en el que se ha anotado a los obsequios de los park, incluso está casi seguro que no se hubo anotado. no le sorprendería que todo hubiese sido una broma de junseo, o que incluso los señores park quisieran que participase porque siempre estaba muy solo. llega a la orilla del río sena, atuendo casual pues sabe que un recorrido en bicicleta debe hacerse cómodo, no lleva flores ni presentes consigo porque desconoce por completo los gustos de quién le acompañará aquella tarde, y se dispone a aguardar ahí. manos cruzadas detrás de su espalda, esperando.

[mccalphascott]

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?"

[diabolicxl]

Allison glanced up at Philippe, frowning as she realised just how much taller he was. This wouldn't work. Ignoring the crowd that was beginning to count down, Allison looked for a nearby table and subtly pulled at his shirt. "Trust me - come this way." When they reached the table, she climbed on top and as the crowd began to yell louder and louder, Allison leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Philippe's temple. "Happy New Years!"

Philippe glanced down at the tug on his shirt, arching a brow at her words. Trust me. Why should he? Despite the lack of a reason, he did and followed after the woman to a table. Once she climbed on top, he was prepared for a drunken show that’d leave her full of shame and regret in the morning. Instead, she leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his temple just as the fireworks started.

“You call that a kiss?” Philippe was surprised, of course, but he wasn’t about to let it show. “Happy New Years, Allison,” he said and reached for her to help her down. “Are you getting off the table or should I expect a show?”

[bristolxcorner]

I want the K (For Allison)

3. Single-Lip Kiss

There was something about the brunette that drew Bristol closer each time they were together. It had started when Allison had helped Bristol out at the Pitch party, and since then, every glimpse of the girl had her stomach in knots. She didn’t get it, but they began to hang out more and more until one day, she couldn’t take the tension anymore. 

Bristol leaned in and after brushing her lips gently against Allison’s, took the girl’s bottom lip between hers and sucked on it lightly before releasing. A flush crossed her face as she pulled back, staring at the girl with wide eyes, surprised at her own actions. “I- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that...” But even as she apologized, she knew she wasn’t sorry.