Omg so do you watch motive?
i actually started watching it??? and it’s good??? but there’s no tumblr fandom??? and i can’t tell if that’s a good thing because no ratchet opinions or bad because no edits???
canadian cop shows are my kryptonite
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Omg so do you watch motive?
i actually started watching it??? and it’s good??? but there’s no tumblr fandom??? and i can’t tell if that’s a good thing because no ratchet opinions or bad because no edits???
canadian cop shows are my kryptonite
did you mean all sterek fanfiction that he's a horrible fanfiction character? ;)
no
i meant all sterek fanfiction
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oh and ian bohen.
fuck how could I forget him!
thanks tamms bby
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Anything goes for chrisxlydia aka no need to keep it pg 13
approaching the door to the apartment, chris has an arm full of groceries and is fumbling for the keys when he notices her, her being lydia, sitting on the floor next to the door, and well, he doesn’t have to be a werewolf to smell the alcohol on her, “lydia," -
- “lydia," he manages, trying to catch her hands, but she’s small and fast, especially with a goal in mind and her hands are under his shirt, nails dragging down his back and he aims for her wrists, but she tuts at him and hooks an arm around the back of his thigh, dragging him in, “seriously, lydia," -
- "lydia," and chris isn’t a liar, so yeah, it’s a groan, and yeah, this is bad, so bad, she’s his daughter’s best friend, but she’s also the one that pinned him down to the couch and he didn’t want to hurt her, still doesn’t, but she’s determined, he never even stood a chance when he helped her in the door instead of taking her home.
eugh this sucks i'm sorry
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I keep getting overwhelmed over there lol
that's my biggest problem.
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Gpoy
i have been considering it for so long because there are some ships that i just need
More ;D
part one
eventually, eventually, they move, because lydia wants to wash her face and allison wants to change and they both end up make up less, in old sweats and t-shirts, sitting on the counter, passing a tub of ice cream back and forth, so it feels like their just teenage girls dealing with a break up, not people dying or almost dying and -
- and, well, it’s nice, really nice, and it makes allison miss these days, back before she knew about werewolves, before gerard, before her mom died, before kate, back when her mom was just strict and her dad was just protective, because she was their only daughter, but she’s not actually sure she wants to go back to being in the dark, “i’m sorry that we kept you in the dark," she blurts -
- and lydia blinks at her, around a mouthful of ice cream, but she nudges allison’s leg with her toes as she swallows, “you were trying to keep my safe," she says, diplomatically, like she’s thought about what she would say in this position, “you were going about it wrong, but you were trying."
allisonxlydia - their turn for motel california
omg i forgot this was here again oop
they ride in the backseat of her dad’s suv, and he keeps shooting them glances in the rear view, but lydia is leaning against her side and she’s pressed against the door, like it’s the only thing holding either of them up, so she tries to convey ‘we can talk about it later’ but she doesn’t know when later is -
- but later isn’t when she and lydia are laying on her bed, both on their backs, looking at the ceiling but not staring and lydia jerks suddenly, her hand clamping around allison’s wrist like a vice and she releases a sharp breath and allison figures, ‘this is it, this is where she closes it all down’, but lydia starts shaking and -
- it’s a while before the shaking stops, because once lydia had started shaking, allison had, the night hitting like a shot to the stomach, a brick the the head, hard and suffocating, like being locked in the closet with isaac, and they’re curled together, tight in the middle of the bed and, “i hate feeling helpless," lydia says, “like no matter how smart i am, there’s still nothing i can do."
part two