Teen Wolf Writers Appreciation

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: G, Word Count: 1523

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Lydia Martin/Erica Reyes

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High School AU, Human AU, Oblivious Erica, POV Erica, Fluff

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High school is like Game of Thrones without the murder. And just like with Game of Thrones, Erica rather watches than be a part of the drama.

For Teen Wolf Femslash Bingo prompt: Lydia/Erica

[dimensionhoppingrose]

You know what’s really disturbing to me? The culture that seems to have sprung up around fanfiction. Writers spend weeks and months working on a story – I think my record is six months on A Place For Us To Dream. And so many times readers expect to just be given a chapter even if they don’t give anything to the writer in return.

I’m going to date myself a bit here, but I’ve been reading/writing fanfiction for ten years. And when I first started it was a wonderful community. There was an unspoken rule – if you read/enjoyed it, you review it. You take thirty seconds to tell an author who probably spent anywhere from three days to a week writing that chapter you just enjoyed to tell them you enjoyed it. Even if it was as simple as “Great chapter, can’t wait to see what happens next!”

Writers spend so much time on stories, and then they post it because they have this thing that they’ve invested so many hours into and they want to share it with the world. They know how they feel about the story, and they want to know how other people feel, what other people think.

And when you read it and don’t review, you know what message you’re sending that author? That they’re not worth your time, or you didn’t enjoy their story. So why should they keep posting it? Yeah they might continue working on it in their own time, for their own enjoyment, but you might never see another chapter again because you couldn’t be bothered to take thirty seconds out of your day to tell them how you feel.

I’ve written stories in eight different fandoms, ranging from very small to very big (I’ll openly admit I wrote Twilight fanfiction once. Once. It was an Alice/Jasper story and haters can hate all they want but I’m still proud of it). I took a break for a few years because I fell out of fandoms during college, and when I came back apparently it’d become the norm to just greedily consume writing without telling writers how you feel. And that is one of the saddest things in the world to me because fanfiction is where I really started getting serious about writing. It’s how I’ve honed by skills and become the writer I am today. And that was largely in part because of all the support I got when I was an itty-bitty thirteen-year-old writing crappy W.I.T.C.H. fanfiction.

Everyone keeps saying “reviews don’t matter, you should just write for yourself.” Well, you’re wrong. Reviews make or break fanfiction. Reviews tell writers whether it’s worth their time to continue posting that story online or whether they should keep it on their hard drives and never share it with the world.

Kill the attitude that reviews don’t matter. Start telling writers you like their stories. And if you don’t, if you all just continue to be invisible readers? Don’t be surprised when that writer disappears.

[freshbrainss]

Kira/Lydia + “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Lydia sighed deeply and rolled over onto her stomach on her bed, her freshly painted toenails waving in the air to dry. “I suppose you’re off to meet Scott and the others soon.” She flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder, an aching effort at nonchalance that missed the mark by a mile.

“I have an hour until Braeden is due back in town,” Kira said, rolling onto her side so she could see Lydia more clearly. Her girlfriend always stunned her with her flawless makeup and perfect outfits, but Kira would always think Lydia was the most beautiful when they’re lounging around at home in sweatpants and ponytails, their homework spread out on the bed and empty Coke cans littering the carpet. “You’re welcome to come, you know. You always manage to see things from a different angle.”

Lydia shrugged, examining her perfectly manicured fingernails for imaginary imperfections. “I’m sure Braeden knows more than I do about Malia’s mom. And since you’re Malia’s best friend and Scott is her alpha, she’s got the support she needs.” She softened a bit, mouth turning into a pout. “Not that I don’t want to help her. She just seems a little overwhelmed lately.”

“She is,” Kira said, absentmindedly twirling a strand of Lydia’s hair around her index finger. “But you don’t overwhelm her. Seriously, babe. Come along. We can make it a pack thing.”

“But Liam and Mason won’t be there,” Lydia said stubbornly. “I texted them earlier. And Stiles will be at the station for an hour with his dad.”

Kira rolled her eyes and giggled, moving to straddle the small of Lydia’s back. She ignored Lydia’s half-hearted hmph as she rested her full weight on her. “You’re being weird today. What’s going on?”

“I didn’t know you were talking much to Braeden is all,” Lydia said, enjoying Kira’s soft weight on top of her. “I mean, you’re meeting with your ex-boyfriend and your almost-girlfriend, sweetie. What will the neighbors say?” She tried to inflect humor into her voice, but it came off as stilted.

“Braeden is not my almost-girlfriend,” Kira said with a laugh, cheeks flushing. “She flirted with me once last year and I practically fainted. End of relationship.” She tapped Lydia on the crown of her head before leaning down to kiss her behind the ear. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Please,” Lydia said. “I never get jealous.”

“Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I wore that little skater dress with those boots Malia lent me,” Kira teased, lips grazing the shell of Lydia’s ear. “You know, if you’re not jealous or anything.”

In a clumsy, giggly movement, Lydia rolled Kira onto her back on the bed, their limbs flailing all over the place and Lydia’s toenail polish definitely smudging. “On second thought,” she said, leaning down, “maybe I will come along.” She pressed a firm kiss to Kira’s lips, making Kira melt into the bed.

“For Malia,” Kira said, grinning wickedly up at her girlfriend.

“Of course,” Lydia said, kissing Kira again. “For Malia.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: T, Word Count: 882

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Allison Argent/Malia Tate

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Fluff, Canon Divergence, Allison Lives, Cuddling

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Everyone is safe, everyone except her girlfriend. ‘Has anyone seen Allison?’ Malia asks. She tries to find Allison’s scent, but it’s impossible over the rot of the swamp.

For Malia Rarepair Week - Day 6: AU & Teen Wolf Femslash Bingo prompt: Allison/Malia

[troubleiwant]

Congratulations on 1k followers! You more than deserve it! Prompt - Shiver (this can absolutely be sterek because I love all your fics and adore sterek, but if you're feeling inspired could you maybe write allydia? A Perfect Afternoon is one of my favourite fics of all time, you just write them and their relationship so well. But yeah, I love sterek too so no biggie if you don't feel like writing allydia!)

Oh gosh, thank you!  A Perfect Afternoon had some posting issues (there are two versions and I don’t know how to fix!!) so I tend to feel a bit weird about it?? So it’s especially nice to hear that you liked it! You can 100% have some Allydia.

And without further ado, “Shiver” for my 1k prompt event!

Shivering in the after-sunset chill, Lydia picks her way through the twilit preserve. She had no idea that the night would end like this, and she’s still wearing the cute outfit she picked out for warm California afternoon socializing: a bright, flowery sundress and red kitten-heeled flats. It’s perfect for getting a coffee and heading to the mall. It’s not perfect for a trek through the wilderness. At all.

“Allison?” she calls again, rubbing the goosebumps on her upper arms. Silence is the only response.

She sighs. It was supposed to be a nice day of hanging out and picking prom dresses as if they were normal girlfriends - or, she corrects herself with a wince, friends who were both girls - and yet, out of the blue, it had ended in drama and near-death. Well, no. She has to admit, it’s not entirely out of the blue. After all, she’s a hunter and her best friend’s a werewolf. Drama and near-death experiences are pretty much what’s on the menu for “average.”

There’s fresh breakage in the undergrowth here, and even a few shoulder-height marks on the tree trunks, as if a careless clawed hand had been dragged across the bark. At least she’s headed in the right direction, then. Lydia’s not proud that she’s using her family’s training to track Allison, but she can’t leave her out here alone. Especially, she thinks as her mouth presses into a firm line, not if Allison is in the throes of a misunderstanding about what had happened.

“C’mon, I know you can hear me with those werewolf ears,” she teases. “Ally? It’s okay, I’m not mad. Just come out, I need to know you’re okay.”

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“you know the plan, okay,” stiles says, the rhythm of his heart altered by anxiety as he speaks. “no one gets left behind.”

scott leans back against the hood of the jeep; thinks about graduation, about college, about moving on with his life and keeping the friends he has left with him.

no one gets left behind, he thinks, and looks up to see silver in the stars above.

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scott. i’m trying to break up with you. i know. and it’s okay. how is that okay? because i can wait. i can’t make you wait for me. i’m not going to do that. you don’t have to. because i know we’re going to be together.

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it passes in a blur, though scott tries to commit each and every second of it to memory. he wants to remember this – wants to remember this moment of being a kid again. leaving his initials on a bookshelf, as unimportant as it may seem, means he’s leaving a mark.

a mark that’s better than the trail of dead bodies scattered over the path of his past.

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i can’t take your pain. that’s because it doesn’t hurt.

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“she would’ve been with us,” stiles says, and scott forces himself to look up.

he nods, tilts the corner of his mouth upward, and agrees. the weight in his heart, though, presses even further. pulls into his gut at the memory of her blood on his fingers, the sound of her heartbeat slowing into silence.

scott swallows, hugs kira against his side in an effort to ignore the hole in his heart. one that’s occupied solely by the memory of his first love, one in the shape of a hunter, one created by the point of an arrow.

an arrow that scott can hear soaring easily through the forest when lydia simply states, “she still is.”

[alexenglish]

swerving on the 405. by katarama

All we do is drive All we do is think about the feelings that we hide All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign Sick and full of pride All we do is drive

part two

[brightblakes]

firefly!au

bleep0bleep posted an edit of derek as captain mal, and deleted-scenes brought up the idea of Captain Stiles and Companion Derek. I somehow got it into my head that despite the abundance of ficspiration here, I was going to go in the complete opposite direction and do a Wash!Stiles and Zoe!Derek get-together fic. I have no idea what i’m doing.

“‘Our pack finally has a home, Allison. We can settle down, have a place of our own. This territory is finally ours. We’re safe now.’”

“‘Oh Scott, with the alpha pack gone, our pups can live in peace. Here, in Our Land.’”

There’s the sound of someone clearing their throat somewhere in the vicinity of the door. Stiles jumps about 12 feet, sending his little wolf figurines that he’d bought at the last starbase sailing into the air.

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[holyhael]

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Kira frowns and looks away from Malia’s piercing gaze. “It’s not a big deal,” she shrugs off with a grimace. “It kind of is,” Malia says. She thinks for a moment, then asks, “What about Scott?” “What about him?” “You didn’t sleep with him?” “No!” Kira exclaims. A heated blush rises to her cheeks. “No. It wasn’t like that.” Malia blows her hair out of her face. “Then what was it like?” “Do you really want to discuss this now?” Kira pointedly digs her nails into Malia’s bare upper arm; even though her nails are trimmed short too short to leave any lasting impressions, she feels like she’s laying a claim on Malia. “If it’s important to you, yeah. This… asexuality thing then. It’s not just because you don’t want me?” Dismay drains the blood from Kira’s face. She knows it’s just because Malia doesn’t understand, but the idea that Malia could actually think that Kira didn’t want her hurts. “No, no, no.” Tears prick at her eyes, and she bites the inside of her bottom lip. “Malia, I just… I don’t feel that way about anyone. It’s not just you. And it’s not because I don’t like you, because I do!” “You just don’t ever want to have sex?” “Well, I don’t know. It’s just not appealing to me.” How can she explain this in a way Malia will understand? “Maybe in the future…? But please don’t expect anything from me. Because I don’t know if -” “What about kissing?” Malia interrupts, her brow furrowed. “You like kissing, right?” Kira smiles. It feels like a weight has disappeared from her chest. As she leans closer to Malia’s lips, she says, “Oh, yeah.”

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Do you know any Mermaids!Derek Fics?

yeeess

Like fish out of water by WolfKomoki (1/1 |1,029 | PG13)

Derek was neither human nor fish nor wolf. He was a werewolf merman hybrid. It wasn’t until they were both in eight feet of water that Derek realizes that Stiles too was a merman. After abandoning their pods they now live on land.

the fisherman and the fabulous creature by Siriusstuff (1/1 | 2,184 | G)

Stiles is a lucky fisherman.

merman sex maaaaaan by PrincezzShell101 (1/1 | 1,619 | NC17)

The one where merman sex is awesome and multiple orgasms are just the norm.

Pretty Human Virgin Boy Comes to the Pond- Feed Him All the Best Heads by Delta_Immortal (8/8 | 49,771 | NC17)

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to go into the woods, but little did he know his actions would cause the death of everyone around him. Running from the thing that killed Danny, Scott and Stiles stumble upon a pond, which happens to hold a strange man named Derek who floats around in the middle of it. Derek assures them they’re safe now.

What appears to be salvation is nothing more than the start of the death of everyone Stiles cares about. The being known as Derek haunts him at every turn, unsatisfied until Stiles succumbs to Derek’s whims. Stiles isn’t sure if that involves sexing him or eating him, and he really doesn’t want to find out.

Mr. Grumpy Gillz by SlitheredFromEden (1/1 | 1,291 | PG13)

Merman Derek hates the everything about the surface with exception of one cute human…. But one late late night visit goes entirely wrong. But not really.

Never Let Me Go by avenging_wholockian3 (6/6 | 9,707 | R)

Stiles somehow finds his way onto a pirate merfolk hunting boat, and if that isn’t enough, befriends a merman named Derek. But is their friendship strong enough to keep Derek from ripping Stiles’ throat out? And if so, will it develop into something more?

The Shells at the bottom of the Sea by orphan_account (1/1 | 4,235 | G)

The one where Stiles is a seal merman trying to fit in with the sharks.

In Which Derek Is A Mermaid [Aka Until I Can Think of A Better Title] by CrowsandCooks (1/1 | 2,094 | PG13)

Derek is a mermaid and likes to eat prey.

Peter is a psycho who doesn’t handle rejection well.

Stiles works in a coffee shop and may be hanging out with werewolves in his spare time.

And Braeden should just not be fucked with.

Splash by Cyberrat (1/1 | 1,402 | G)

Stiles had been out on the beach for so long and so often - but he had never heard something like that.

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Fan Fic - Why Don’t You Kiss Me?

Title: Why Don’t You Kiss Me? Fandom: Teen Wolf Characters: Hayden Romero, Tracy Stewart Pairing: Hayden/Tracy Rating: G Word count: 200 A/N: Written for the prompt ‘First Kiss’ for Teen Wolf Femslash Bingo at the Teen Wolf Femslash Network. Also on AO3. Full card here. Summary: Hayden and Tracy’s first kiss.

Hayden covered her mouth, stifling a yawn. She wasn’t sure she would make it to the end of the movie. “Am I boring you?” asked Tracy from her spot next to Hayden on the bed. “No!” said Hayden, sitting up straight and trying to look alert. “I just didn’t sleep very well last night, that’s all.” Tracy chuckled. “Relax” she said. “I’m just teasing you.” Hayden smiled. “Sorry” she said. “I think my sense of humor went to sleep about an hour ago. Tracy grabbed the remote that lay on the bed and paused the DVD. Then she said “We don’t have to watch the whole thing tonight, you know. It’ll still be here tomorrow.” “Good” said Hayden. She lay back down with her head on the pillow. Tracy turned off the television and switched off the lights in her bedroom. Then she turned to Hayden, who was almost asleep, and said “You look like Sleeping Beauty, lying there like that.” “So why don’t you kiss me?” Hayden mumbled. Slowly, Tracy leaned down and pressed her lips gently to Hayden’s. After a moment she pulled away. The two girls fell asleep side by side, both dreaming of their first kiss.

[novacanemp4]

First Date Prompt: Allison x Malia.

Wordcount: 2,916 Warnings: mentioned sexual exploits

“You set me up on a blind date!” Allison screams as soon as she enters the house. She hears scurrying around and knows the boys are trying to protect themselves from her wrath, good call.

“Someone better start talking or everyone is getting an arrow in their ass. Werewolves and humans.” She hears a high pitched whine and hands hitting skin before Scott comes out the kitchen, looking out at her from under his lashes at her.

“It was Hayden’s idea, she said it’d be funny.”

“Where is she? Stiles get your ass out that kitchen or so help me god.” Her hand is twitching and Scott backs away towards the living room.

“She’s asleep.” She stomps past him, knocking Stiles on his ass and running up the steps to the end of the hall where Hayden’s room is. She knocks, just in case she isn’t really sleeping before kicking open the door.

“Who are you setting me up with? Which one of your lovely fucking nutcase friends are you setting me up with?” She says, kicking the door shut and sitting in the chair next to her bed. She holds her phone out to show her and honest to god pouts.

“Oh, hello Allison. Yes, I’m fine. Yes I did work the night shift last night, work was very hard. Oh yes, I would love some pancakes.” Hayden rolls her eyes at her and sits up, reaching for Allison’s phone and reading the message.

“Oh, Ally. You’ll love her. She needed a date and you need to get back on the horse. This will be good for you.” Hayden smiles at her and Allison feels a little bad for being so abrupt and upset, after all it was just a date not a marriage proposal.

“Okay, I won’t poison your cereal. But isn’t the whole point of a blind date for it to be anonymous prior to said date? And what the hell is vermillion?” She keeps reading over the message, trying to pick it apart even though it probably doesn’t mean anything more than what it says.

“An orange-red and yeah but, this is an important gala so she has to know something about you. You also have to color coordinate. And trust me, Malia doesn’t look too good in orange I understand her fear.” Allison’s suddenly upset again, gripping the edge of her seat so she doesn’t lodge her fist in Hayden’s chest.

“A fucking gala? Hayden I’m going to fucking kill you. Slowly. With knives.” She gets up so fast the chair almost falls and storms out.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes.” Hayden groans, slipping out of bed.

Allison’s laying on the couch, texting Derek about what his pack mates have done when Hayden finally comes down.

“Okay, so I texted her back. What’s her problem with colors?” The girl, whose name Allison hasn’t even bothered to get, has said no to almost every color Allison has suggested to her.

“She’s probably just saying no because she’s not getting a visual of it on you. She’s really particular about her colors. Are you ready?” Hayden’s scrolling on her phone and it’s irritating Allison because she’s the reason she’s in this mess and she’s just acting like it’s another Saturday night. Allison leads the way to the car, maintaining a stony silence that takes Hayden a while to notice. When she does, acknowledging it with a noisy sigh, Allison feels less angry.

“Can you tell me about her at least?” Allison asks, windows down so she can admire the preserve. It was a pretty April afternoon, not too cold and not hot at all. There was a light breeze pushing the leaves and Allison could feel her anger ooze out as she drives on.

“She’s a spoiled rich kid, control freak, genius, she’s a computer engineer or some shit like that. You’d like her, a lot.” Cause she’s just like Lydia. Hayden doesn’t say that, but the grin on her face speaks volumes for her.

“What are you trying to say, little girl?” She asks, pushing Hayden’s shoulder.

“Nothing, Alli-cat.”

“Oh, bite me!” Allison laughs, rolling her eyes at the hysterical teen in her passenger seat.

“She hates the purple, doesn’t like the blue, is furious I even tried on the orange and told me the white makes me look sickly.” Allison frowns at Hayden, feeling vulnerable standing in her underwear, can’t imagine how Braeden could just walk around the house like this 24/7.

“Try the green, Ally. It’s pretty, you’ve always looked good in green.” Hayden’s holding a long green ball gown out at her and Allison feels her heart catch in her throat. It’s stupid to not want to wear a color because it’s someone else’s favorite, especially when that person had no problem leaving you knowing they were your favorite. She snatches the dress out of Hayden’s hand and marches in the room like this is the second most important thing she’ll ever do. The dress is a halter neck with jewels decorating the neck area, it’s long and simple and the same warm green of Lydia’s eyes. It hugs Allison perfectly and makes her feel like a stupid Disney princess.

“Al, show me.” Hayden calls and Allison steps out, fixing her mouth into a pout. She does a twirl, stopping quickly when she sees how wide Hayden’s eyes are.

“What’s wrong Hayden? Do I look weird?” Hayden shakes her head frantically, getting up to grab Allison’s face.

“You look beautiful.” She groans, hugging Allison to her. Allison’s rolling her eyes but smiling because Hayden’s dramatic but she’d never change a single thing.

“Let me show Malia. Ma-lee- uh or Ma-li-ah?” She asks pulling out her phone, quickly snapping the picture and typing in a slightly snarky caption before sending it.

“Ma-lee-uh. Her mother says it the other way but it’s the southern drawl.”

“Ooh you got me a southern belle?” Allison asks with the worst southern accent she’s ever heard.

“You’re welcome.” She winks and Allison laughs, walking back into the fitting room and slipping out of the beautiful dress. Her phone buzzes and who can blame her, she’s excited. – Malia:

Green is lovely on you.

Allison:

Isn’t it?

Malia:

Confidence is two steps short of arrogance, Miss. Argent.

Allison:

Is it Miss.??? You have an unfair advantage.

Malia:

Tate and yes, but you are beautiful so you can balance it. Hopefully. –

Allison grins, slipping out of the fitting room with the dress on her arm and Hayden’s prying eyes searching her.

“What’d she say?” She’s reaching for Allison’s phone, looking at her frustratedly when Allison doesn’t give up instantly.

“She said that green is lovely on me.” Allison curtsies and Hayden laughs, grabbing the dress and taking it to the cashier.

The week of the gala comes quick and Allison’s starting to like Malia more with every passing day, spending all her spare time giggling around the house and texting her. She’s pretty sure half of the pack hates her and the other half is ecstatic for her. – Malia: Blind dates to me are awkward cause you don’t know the person you’re dating. If you were an idiot, neither of us would have a good time.

Allison: So I’m not an idjit?

Malia: No, you are. Stop using southern terms, it’s insensitive.

Allison: You called me a dame last night. A d a m e.

Malia: Okay. Would you rather me call you woman? Goodnight, woman?

Allison: Don’t you have some sweet tea to go drink?

Malia: No, woman. But I do have a meeting with Apple in less than three minutes.

Allison: Good luck, babe.

Malia: I like babe.

Allison: Go away. –

“Allison, if you giggle one more time I’m throwing you out the window.” Boyd groans, lifting his head from his book to squint at her. She nudges him with her foot.

“Boyd, Let me live.” She groans, throwing her head over the arm of the couch.

“Let me study.”

“Malia is meeting with Apple and she calls me dame.”

“Oh my god really? Does she sing with birds and house homeless cats?” Sarcasm is oozing from his pores and Allison puts her leg on his neck.

“Actually, she runs a doggy daycare.” She grumbles, tickling his neck with her toes.

“You’ve hit the motherload.” He deadpans, grabbing her foot and putting it back in his lap. “When’s the gala?”

“Friday.” She feels the butterflies swarm in her belly and Boyd crinkles his nose at her.

“You’ve never seen her and you’re horny.”

“Oh my god, I never come home to a normal conversation. Allison stop being so thirsty.” Scott yells, running into the living room to join the conversation.

“I’m aroused by her personality.” She whines, burying her face in the couch.

“That’s so cheesy.” Boyd sighs, closing the book so Scott can throw himself next to him.

“So, should I expect you home on Friday?” Scott asks, nudging Boyd like there’s a secret Allison isn’t aware of.

“Hopefully, no.” Boyd laughs at her increasingly redding face, picking his book back up.

“I hope you get laid on Friday, Ally.” Scott smiles at her like he just offered her a cookie and she returns her face to the cushion.

Friday afternoon, Allison’s pacing back and forth in her underwear while Erica is sitting on the bed searching through her bag.

“Are you ready? The car is coming at 8:30 and I have to get ready.” Allison turns to stare at her, annoyed by how calm she is.

“Malia is the Desert Wolf’s daughter. The Desert Wolf, the big name politician, rumored Mafia leader and I’m going on a date with her daughter.”

“You always wanted adventure. There ya go. Sit down.” Erica pushes her onto the chair in front of her, combing Allison’s wet hair.

“What if I don’t really like her? You think she’ll get me killed? What if she kills Hayden?” Allison gasps and Erica splutters out a laugh, hitting her softly with the comb.

“You’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, you do really like her. If you didn’t we’d be having a very different conversation.” Allison looks up at her and Erica kisses her forehead before turning her head forward, running the comb through Allison’s head again. – Malia: Are you nervous?

Allison: Yes.

Malia: Should I come with the car?

Allison: That does not ease my nerves…

Malia: I realize. I’m coming anyway. Can’t stand the smell of anxiety.

Allison: Thanks.. Asshole. —

She waits on the front porch, Erica and Braeden left ten minutes ago and Malia is… Twenty minutes late. It almost feels like a Taylor Swift song, girl likes girl, girl asks girl for date, girl gets ditc-

There’s a red convertible coming around the trees, startling Allison out of her pity party. The car pulls into the driveway but Allison is suddenly too nervous to look at it. It’s obviously Malia came in her personal car and it makes her feel giddy, like she’s actually worth it. She hears the door slam shut but is too focused on the petunias Derek planted yesterday,

“Excuse me, I’m here to take a certain dame to a gala in the city. I’m extremely late, I hope she forgives me.” Her voice sounds smooth like honey, her southern drawl barely there but it’s enough to spark something in Allison’s gut. She looks up to see the prettiest woman she’s ever encountered, her blonde hair perfectly tousled and her dress similar in color to Allison’s bringing out the hazel in her eyes, her perfect mouth pulled into a lopsided smirk and it’s enough to make Allison forget about her tardiness. Malia looks surprised, straightening up as Allison stands.

“Did the sweet tea slow you down?” She asks looking up with her own sly smirk. Malia’s a few inches taller than her even though Allison has on heels.

“I wanted to drive you there. Alone. My mother didn’t think it was the best idea.” Malia smiles slightly, eyes tracing Allison’s figure. Allison can’t believe she really exists, can’t believe that Malia is just as beautiful as she is smart.

“I-I- why?” She splutters, her face heating up.

“I wanted the first time we met to be private. Are we ready?” She holds a hand out and Allison grabs it eagerly, still staring at Malia. They get in the car and Malia’s barely holding back a smile as she backs out of the driveway, Allison still staring in shock.

“You okay?” Malia asks, quickly looking over at her before putting the roof of the car up.

“I-uh-y- yes?” Malia laughs, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair back in Allison’s clip.

“So I make you nervous? Not the gala filled with werewolves and politicians?” She has one hand on the steering wheel and the other behind Allison’s seat.

“I’m not dating the werewolves or the politicians. I’m dating you.” Malia grins,

“Well, true. But is it really a date if you don’t speak?” Allison rolls her eyes and sits up straighter.

“You’re really pretty.” She mumbles, staring in her lap.

“What’d you say, woman?”

“You are aesthetically appealing and I really like looking at y-” Allison watches Malia drive past the exit for the theater and looks back over at Malia, who’s as nonchalant as ever.

“Malia?”

“Allison?”

“The gala?”

“What about it?” Allison sits up and Malia looks over at her like she’s crazy.

“The exit was back there.” At the moment Malia is lowering the top of the car, throwing her purse in the back seat.

“I’m hungry, there’s a burger joint I think twenty minutes out.” Allison gapes at her, feeling shock and excitement fight for a spot in her gut.

“T-t-the.” She takes a second to compose herself before turning her whole body towards Malia, “What about the gala?”

“I don’t want to go to the gala. It’s fucking boring and I’d be putting on a show instead of actually trying to woo you. So we’re going to a burger joint on a proper date.” She turns on the radio, winking at Allison before turning her head back to the road.

“A burger joint in ball gowns?” It’s the stupidest idea, skipping her mother’s annual gala to go eat burgers. It’s stupid but Allison thinks it’s the best idea,

“Ya look really pretty.” Another blinding smile that has Allison sagging back against her seat.

The cashier looks confused with good reason to be, seeing how Allison and Malia are standing there in color coordinating ball gowns ordering burgers.

“If your mother comes looking for us, I will kill you.” Allison mumbles, picking up their tray. Malia wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her towards the back, letting Allison slide into a booth before sliding in next to her. She’s warm and Allison just wants to cuddle up to her.

“My mother hasn’t attended the gala in its entirety in four years.” She’s shoving fries in her mouth and Allison shouldn’t find it as cute as she does.

“Too many suck ups and favors being asked?”

“Too many politicians trying to get their face out there. Trying to be associated with “The Desert Wolf”“ She’s biting into her burger and watching Allison.

“Are you not interested in politics?” Allison asks finally starting her own food, none of the usual first date jitters stopping her.

“You know I’m not. Politicians, even the best ones, are backwards and they’re liars. I can’t lie.”

“You’d be like the first honest politician. ‘My fellow Americans, we are broke.’” Malia splutters before laughing so loud the couple next to them moves away but she makes Allison grin.

They sit there for two hours, laughing obnoxiously and talking about whatever comes to mind. When they leave, Allison is full and happy and can’t believe she even thought she wouldn’t like Malia. She’s brash, honest, sweet and funny. She kept Allison on her toes and challenged her at every turn without making her feel bad about herself. Malia slips her hand in Allison’s when they leave and Allison feels like she’s flying, smiling up at Malia who remains cool the whole time.

“I’m kinda upset I didn’t get to dance in this dress.” Allison whines on the walk back to the car, ruffling the dress and pouting. Malia stops, turning Allison to face her before wrapping her arms around her waist and swinging her around.

“We’ll dance here then.” She mutters, swaying back and forth still holding Allison in the air.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you wanted to dance.” Malia twirls and Allison shakes her head, pushing Malia’s hair out of her face.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispers, tangling her fingers in Malia’s hair.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t.” Allison smirks before pressing her lips lightly against Malia’s. She pulls away after a second and Malia knits her eyebrows together, pulling Allison back in and staring at her for a second before smashing their mouth together. She lowers Allison back on the ground just so she can pull her body in again. She kisses greedily, like there’s some part of Allison she can reach through her mouth and Allison is happy to give just as good as she gets. Malia pulls back, her eyes bright blue and her smile filthy.

“Is anyone expecting you home tonight, Ms. Argent? If not, would you like to accompany to my home?” Her accent is thicker and has Allison weak at the knees.

“I would love to.”

[sleepy-skittles]

It’s OT3 day for Stallison week, and I’ve been like a Scileson kick like you wouldn’t believe lately.  I’ve been super busy, so I haven’t had time to write much, but I squeezed in a short little drabble.  I’m using it for Hogwarts AU on my TW Bingo card.

Allison is jolted awake by a bang, a loud thump, and an even louder, “Fuck.”

There’s giggles coming from the direction of the stairs, and if Allison were any more awake, she’d be right there in the thick of things, investigating what exactly was going on.  It’s a weekend, though, and her fifteenth birthday, and the beds here at Hogwarts are warm and soft and cozy.  She deserves some time to herself to sleep in and pretend her birthday doesn’t exist and that she isn’t a year older than literally everyone else in her year.  She turns over and attempts to drown out the sounds from outside to go back to sleep.

“Stiles, I don’t think-,” a much more timid voice says.  There’s another loud crashing sound, and Allison groans.

“It’s because I’m a Slytherin.  The Gryffindors are trying to keep us out of their beds, because they’re too afraid we’re going to be better at sex than them,” the first voice shouts.  “Which, they’re right, I know it, I bet I’m going to be way better in bed, but-”

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[nevergooutofstiles]

I like deer, so I thought you might too

Kira is turning 17 and Malia wants to woo her with the best birthday gift ever. word count: 2898 written for eli’s 17th birthday on aug 27

Malia doesn’t understand birthdays. What’s so special about the day you were born on? Why do humans celebrate becoming one year closer to their death? In the forest, old age means inevitable demise; it means being too weak to hunt, too decrepit to fight off rivals, too feeble attract a mate. Not that she’s calling Kira old. Although, for a coyote, 17 years is a long time. But humans seem to age much slower, Malia’s noticed. So yeah, Malia doesn’t really care for birthdays, but for Kira, she’ll make an exception.

Kira was one of the first people to truly accept Malia for what and who she was. While Stiles and Scott were busy trying to mold her to fit into society, while Lydia dolled her up to look normal, while Derek scrutinized her warily the same way he did Peter, Kira was the most ready to laugh off her social gaffes and embrace the inherently coyote part of Malia’s brain. When Stiles sternly told her that scentmarking in public was a no-no, Malia didn’t understand how he could call them a pack if she couldn’t even touch them and mix their scents. On the other hand, Kira was more than ready to drown in an armful of werecoyote as Malia nosed along her neck and playfully brushed their shoulders together.

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[novacanemp4]

I Have to Try prompt: Allison x Kira/ Allison x Lydia

Word Count: 634 Warnings: Implied Cheating ———-

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, sorry Allison.” Scott says, wedging himself between the door frame. Allison rolls her eyes, clenching her hands behind her back in an attempt to calm herself.

“I don’t care, move.” She steps closer and he pushes himself further out the door.

“No. For what? You know she’s just going to flip out and I’d rather not hear that shit all day.” He half shrugs, still staring at Allison like she’s crazy for coming. She stares at the door, contemplating if it’s worth kicking it down before deciding against it.

“Kira?” She shouts into the apartment, not sure if she can hear her or not just has to try if Scott won’t let her in. “Kira, I’m sorry. Me going to see her was out of spite, I was angry but nothing happened and I came right home to you after. I know it’s going to take a while to get you back but I have to try. I think I love you, Kira.” Scott looks back, sighing heavily before swinging open the door and walking away. Kira’s there suddenly, in the same sweats that she kicked Allison out. Her eyes are swollen and Allison knows that she was crying all night, her hair mussed up by the pillows and the nervous hands she was constantly running through it. She looks as if it’s a chore to hold herself up and Allison wants to scoop her up, tuck her away and keep her safe from all harm.

“You think you love me?” Kira whispers, staring at the space next to Allison. She’s clenching her hands in her shirt, chest heaving.

“Yes. Kira, yes.” Allison’s searching her face for any sign of emotion, wishing Kira would just smile at her one more time.

“You love her too.” It’s so quiet that Allison has to move closer to hear it. “That hurts me so much, Allison.” She doesn’t know what to say, she doesn’t bother protesting because Kira knows the truth. It’s the reason they’re in this mess, it’s the reason Lydia’s outside waiting for her. Because she loves her and she loves Kira and she can’t stop loving Lydia, no matter how good she has it with Kira. Kira steps closer to the door, preparing to close it before Allison steps in the doorway. She takes Kira in one last time, the eyes that hold kindness even through the turmoil Allison’s putting her through. She closes her eyes and Allison pushes her lips against Kira’s, pulling her in with a hand on her neck and another on her waist. Kira kisses back, nipping at Allison’s lower lip and pushing her tongue in her mouth. It’s kind and it’s hungry and everything Kira is, all the electricity and excitement. Kira breaks the kiss, stepping back and kissing her forehead. Allison keeps her eyes closed and when the door closes, her heart sinks a little bit. She wraps her scarf back around herself and makes her way outside, to where Lydia is waiting outside the car, lit cigarette between her mouth.

“These are gonna kill you.” Allison sighs, pulling it out of her mouth and taking a drag.

“What happened?” Lydia asks, watching the smoke trail out of Allison’s mouth.

“It didn’t work out.” She takes a longer pull, imagining Kira hugging her tightly in the cold for warmth. It would’ve been nice and quiet with her, simple and safe. But that’s never been what she wanted, she wants the spontaneous trips to the mountains and the smell of strawberries mixed with Lydia’s special cigarettes. Early morning skinny dipping in the falls and public sex at the beach. She wants Lydia, crazy and free and unsafe. It took being safe with Kira to figure that out.

“I had to try though.”

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Sterek Fanfiction Recs Under 500 Kudos - 1/5

[writersappreciation]

iamderekhale:

It’s finally here, after how many days working on this! *wipes forehead*

First of all I’d like to thank everyone who helped me bring this to life by reccing stuff from other people. In alphabetic order: accordingtomel (AO3) || alocalband (Fic Tag) (AO3) || blamethewolf (AO3) || ccainewise || dream-about-dancing (AO3) || erciareyes (Fic Tag) (AO3) || fuchswrites (Fic Tag) (AO3) || greyhoundsgirl || hailtohale (AO3) (Fic Tag) || halesmut || herosterek (AO3) || knoxyd || kolornadziei || pale-silver-comb (AO3) || picara93 || redvelvet-things || scruffysterek || shut-up-and-sterek (AO3) || stilessredhoodie (AO3) || vintage-bispy || warlockintothetardis || wolfcured and also, of course, the anonymous users. (If I didn’t add your AO3 and/or fic tag was because I couldn’t find it, so please message me if you do have one! Also, if I forgot someone - PLEASE message me. There were so many of you and so much to do, I don’t really know if I’m missing people or fics anymore. It’s all jumbled in my head. :3)

The following fics are all under 500 kudos and ordered by word count. Remember that a lot of people will be recced, but there are still thousands more who didn’t make it to this list. It’s now up to you to make your own lists or even just rec one fic at a time. Please don’t let the injustice of before prevail. I really hope this doesn’t stop with me. :)

I didn’t have the time to find the author’s blogs so I could tag them, so if you know who any of them are on tumblr, please reblog this post and mention them so they can see they are loved. And even if you don’t know any of them, please reblog anyway to help these authors get the attention they deserve.

Now to the fics! Happy readings. ^^

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[sterek]

Sterek Fanfiction Recs Under 500 Kudos - 2/5

[writersappreciation]

iamderekhale:

It’s finally here, after how many days working on this! *wipes forehead*

First of all I’d like to thank everyone who helped me bring this to life by reccing stuff from other people. In alphabetic order: accordingtomel (AO3) ||alocalband (Fic Tag) (AO3) || blamethewolf (AO3) || ccainewise || dream-about-dancing (AO3) || erciareyes (Fic Tag) (AO3) || fuchswrites (Fic Tag) (AO3) || greyhoundsgirl || hailtohale (AO3) (Fic Tag) || halesmut || herosterek(AO3) || knoxyd || kolornadziei || pale-silver-comb (AO3) || picara93 ||redvelvet-things || scruffysterek || shut-up-and-sterek (AO3) || stilessredhoodie(AO3) || vintage-bispy || warlockintothetardis || wolfcured and also, of course, the anonymous users. (If I didn’t add your AO3 and/or fic tag was because I couldn’t find it, so please message me if you do have one! Also, if I forgot someone - PLEASE message me. There were so many of you and so much to do, I don’t really know if I’m missing people or fics anymore. It’s all jumbled in my head. :3)

The following fics are all under 500 kudos and ordered by word count. Remember that a lot of people will be recced, but there are still thousands more who didn’t make it to this list. It’s now up to you to make your own lists or even just rec one fic at a time. Please don’t let the injustice of before prevail. I really hope this doesn’t stop with me. :)

I didn’t have the time to find the author’s blogs so I could tag them, so if you know who any of them are on tumblr, please reblog this post and mention them so they can see they are loved. And even if you don’t know any of them, please reblog anyway to help these authors get the attention they deserve.

Now to the fics! Happy readings. ^^

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