neon lights and slinking purple skies teen wolf, scott/allison/stiles
Sometimes, when it all gets to be too much, Allison calls Scott on Stiles' cell and all three of them go out driving.
They take backwoods roads to nowhere, burning up half a tank with their silence and their worry. Sometimes they spin through Beacon Hills itself, until the lights challenge the stars and someone's head ends up on Allison's shoulder. They take Stiles' Jeep usually; he always seems to be the one to plug the gaps, to provide the bridge between them. Stiles is the person who makes things possible. Allison loves him for that.
Whenever they can, they bring something to share between them. Allison snags a bottle of red wine once, and Stiles drives and doesn't begrudge her and Scott drinking most of it and making out on the backseat. She loves him for that, too.
Scott takes his mom's car sometimes, and they park in empty places where the sky feels too big and they all try to touch as much of each other as possible. They get desperate. Allison sees it in Scott's eyes, she knows he needs the reassurance. Nobody can love as deeply and irrationally as Scott does without craving a little reciprocity. And Scott loves Stiles, as much as he loves her, she knows it. They are their own little security net. They are a constellation of three points. When it's just them, Allison can almost believe that they are invincible, that everything is going to be okay.
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They are parked behind the mall on a Sunday evening. Allison is lying on her back across both their laps, on the backseat of the car. Her head is on Scott's thigh. There's something melancholic and indie turned down low on the radio. Stiles is sketching a frenetic little pattern on her ankle, talking a mile a minute. Something about starfish, and mutability.
Allison closes her eyes and enjoys the sound of their breathing and Stiles' chatter. It's the only calming thing she has, now. These moments are her favourites, quiet stretches of time when it's just them and everything is just right. Like oases in the daily, omnipresent anxiety. They never have complete silences with Stiles around, but she finds that comforting, too. Everything is okay as long as Stiles is talking about starfish and male circumcision and double rainbows. Stiles is always the one to break a silence. It's incredible, how he dismantles and fixes and rearranges things with nothing but his words, even if they are words about glorified nothing. How he builds on the nothing until there is enough of something to work with.
"We're totally a pack within a pack," Stiles says, apropos of nothing, interrupting Allison's thoughts. "I don't know, like a sub-pack. Right? There's Derek and the others, and it's like they love it, the whole shebang, the killing and wanton destruction. And then there's us, who are a bit more reluctant. Reluctant to get eaten and shot. But we all work together when we need to."
Allison hums, smiling. "A pack within a pack. I like that."
"The lady agrees." Stiles grins.
Scott's looking at them with soft eyes, and Allison's heart flips like always. "I like this pack the best."
Stiles waves a hand. "Of course. There's a lot of awesome making out in this pack." He hooks a finger through Scott's belt-loop, tugging him closer.
"Everything's about the making out with you," Scott says, rolling his eyes, as if making out with Stiles is anything other than the best. But then Stiles is kissing him and the sarcasm is gone.
Allison will never get sick of the way Scott sucks Stiles' bottom lip into his mouth, the way Stiles groans and curls his fingers into the front of Scott's shirt.
They both reach for her at the same time, and she'll never get sick of that either.
Oh my god! You filled my prompt! I had kind of lost hope for a while there. But this is beautiful, the way the drives become a cocoon of sanity for them, and the intensity of emotions that are kept by bay by the car doors. Allison is lovely in this, heartbreaking, lost, and yet solid in the company of Scott's earnestness and Stiles neverending chatter.
qalshldsalfhds um okay I feel like this fill alone should serve as a reminder to me not to check my lj inbox on my phone while in public because THE NOISE I ALMOST MADE. clutching my face tbh. I am just so fucking delighted that this was filled and oh my god I love everything about how you write them. these threeeeeeeeeeee.
I love how they go out driving when they just need to be apart from it all, I love the detail of Allison using Stiles phone to call Scott and how that slots him in the middle, part of this, already, and the repetition of things Allison loves Stiles for, ughhh yes.
and god, the visual of them all so close and Allison sprawled across both their laps is so cute and does things to my heart because these three wow okay I just have a lot of feelings about them /obvious. PACK WITHIN A PACK. this is adorable and so true of them and "I like this pack the best," Scottttttttttttttttttttttttttttt omg, you are seriously killing me here. and "There's a lot of awesome making out in this pack," yes omg, best way to spend time in the best pack obvs.
and then you know, by the time we get to the last line I'm pretty sure I had already imploded. But. Yes. I just. Love everything about this. and you for writing it. everything is stunning and adorable. so. yes. <333
Oh, love. Their little pack. This is just exactly what I want for them, this sweet need for each other that translates so well into domesticity and that perfect comfortable vibe. I adore this. <3
teen wolf, scott/allison/stiles
Sometimes, when it all gets to be too much, Allison calls Scott on Stiles' cell and all three of them go out driving.
They take backwoods roads to nowhere, burning up half a tank with their silence and their worry. Sometimes they spin through Beacon Hills itself, until the lights challenge the stars and someone's head ends up on Allison's shoulder. They take Stiles' Jeep usually; he always seems to be the one to plug the gaps, to provide the bridge between them. Stiles is the person who makes things possible. Allison loves him for that.
Whenever they can, they bring something to share between them. Allison snags a bottle of red wine once, and Stiles drives and doesn't begrudge her and Scott drinking most of it and making out on the backseat. She loves him for that, too.
Scott takes his mom's car sometimes, and they park in empty places where the sky feels too big and they all try to touch as much of each other as possible. They get desperate. Allison sees it in Scott's eyes, she knows he needs the reassurance. Nobody can love as deeply and irrationally as Scott does without craving a little reciprocity. And Scott loves Stiles, as much as he loves her, she knows it. They are their own little security net. They are a constellation of three points. When it's just them, Allison can almost believe that they are invincible, that everything is going to be okay.
-
They are parked behind the mall on a Sunday evening. Allison is lying on her back across both their laps, on the backseat of the car. Her head is on Scott's thigh. There's something melancholic and indie turned down low on the radio. Stiles is sketching a frenetic little pattern on her ankle, talking a mile a minute. Something about starfish, and mutability.
Allison closes her eyes and enjoys the sound of their breathing and Stiles' chatter. It's the only calming thing she has, now. These moments are her favourites, quiet stretches of time when it's just them and everything is just right. Like oases in the daily, omnipresent anxiety. They never have complete silences with Stiles around, but she finds that comforting, too. Everything is okay as long as Stiles is talking about starfish and male circumcision and double rainbows. Stiles is always the one to break a silence. It's incredible, how he dismantles and fixes and rearranges things with nothing but his words, even if they are words about glorified nothing. How he builds on the nothing until there is enough of something to work with.
"We're totally a pack within a pack," Stiles says, apropos of nothing, interrupting Allison's thoughts. "I don't know, like a sub-pack. Right? There's Derek and the others, and it's like they love it, the whole shebang, the killing and wanton destruction. And then there's us, who are a bit more reluctant. Reluctant to get eaten and shot. But we all work together when we need to."
Allison hums, smiling. "A pack within a pack. I like that."
"The lady agrees." Stiles grins.
Scott's looking at them with soft eyes, and Allison's heart flips like always. "I like this pack the best."
Stiles waves a hand. "Of course. There's a lot of awesome making out in this pack." He hooks a finger through Scott's belt-loop, tugging him closer.
"Everything's about the making out with you," Scott says, rolling his eyes, as if making out with Stiles is anything other than the best. But then Stiles is kissing him and the sarcasm is gone.
Allison will never get sick of the way Scott sucks Stiles' bottom lip into his mouth, the way Stiles groans and curls his fingers into the front of Scott's shirt.
They both reach for her at the same time, and she'll never get sick of that either.
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Beautiful, through and through. Thanks so much!
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I love how they go out driving when they just need to be apart from it all, I love the detail of Allison using Stiles phone to call Scott and how that slots him in the middle, part of this, already, and the repetition of things Allison loves Stiles for, ughhh yes.
and god, the visual of them all so close and Allison sprawled across both their laps is so cute and does things to my heart because these three wow okay I just have a lot of feelings about them /obvious. PACK WITHIN A PACK. this is adorable and so true of them and "I like this pack the best," Scottttttttttttttttttttttttttttt omg, you are seriously killing me here. and "There's a lot of awesome making out in this pack," yes omg, best way to spend time in the best pack obvs.
and then you know, by the time we get to the last line I'm pretty sure I had already imploded. But. Yes. I just. Love everything about this. and you for writing it. everything is stunning and adorable. so. yes. <333
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