Are you still doing headcanons because I'd like some Lydia/Allison :)
💋 Lydia absolutely loves to spoil Allison, especially on her birthday or on anniversaries. The one time Allison decides she’s planning their anniversary for once, however, she pours everything into spoiling Lydia for once, and absolutely sweeps her off her feet.
💋 they go to different colleges, and the long distance sucks. after they graduate, the second they’re able to, they get an apartment together and fill it with little souvenirs and mementos from throughout their relationship, and pretty plants, and a little indoor herb garden.
💋 Allison loves to cook. Lydia loves good food. It works out well.
💋 Lydia proposes, this whole big romantic evening, and after some tears and a ‘yes’ and a lot of kissing, Allison takes Lydia into the bedroom and shows her the engagement ring hidden in the bookshelf ready for the proposal /she’d/ been planning next week.
💋 when Lydia’s working on her dissertation for her PhD, Allison is amazing, bringing her cups of coffee, massaging her shoulders, being there when the stress kicks in. After she finishes, Lydia takes her on vacation, just the two of them for some time alone to relax.
💋 everyone expects Allison to be the badass, and she absolutely is, but she’s also totally the one who holds her gf’s flower while Lydia goes and kicks some ass.
Allison x Lydia Winter prompt please Them having a furious snowball fight and ending up shivering and cuddling together at the end.
Allison Argent/Lydia Martin Rating: G, Word Count: Fluff, Snowball Fight, Winter, Established Relationship
For Teen Wolf Femslash Week
Allison’s heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s about to burst out of her chest. She needs to calm down and focus. She closes her eyes, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, and focuses on letting the tension that is fogging up her mind drain out of her. Much better.
She looks to her little pile of ammunition. There isn’t much left, and from how close the sound of snow crunching underneath thick soles is, she knows she doesn’t have time to make more. She takes a snowball in each hand. She’ll throw with her left hand first, the aim will be a little off, but it might distract Lydia enough that she can get a solid hit with the snowball in her right hand.
Peeking through the windows of the car she’s hiding behind, Allison sees Lydia’s red beanie bobbing around the back of the car. Who wears red during a snowball fight? Amateurs, that’s who.
Just a couple more steps and Lydia will be out from behind the car. Three. Two. O–
‘Aaaah!’ Lydia screams as she jumps out from behind the car and starts pelting Allison with the snowballs she has cradled in her arms. A lot of them go wide, hitting the car or the ground, but they’re close enough that Allison has to duck her head to avoid getting snow in her eyes. Lydia keeps advancing. More snowballs find their target, Allison’s head, her arms, her legs. All Allison can do is stay curled in on herself and wait for Lydia to get close enough.
Finally, she sees the tips of Lydia’s shoes from beneath her arms. She jumps up, wraps an arm around Lydia’s waist and tackles her into the snow. Lydia goes down with a surprised squeak. Before she can recover and retaliate, Allison grabs Lydia’s wrists and pins them down.
‘Do you concede?’ she asks. She lowers her face until their noses brush, then brushes their lips together in a soft kiss.
‘Yes!’ Lydia laughs. Her cheeks are bright red, and so is the tip of her nose. Her eyes are shining with excitement and laughter. ‘But only because my face is so cold I couldn’t feel your kiss.’
‘Me neither,’ Allison admits. She sits up and pulls Lydia up with her. ‘And we can’t have that, now can we?’
Allison pulls Lydia up with her, out of snow, and brushes the snow off Lydia’s butt, smiling innocently when Lydia raises her eyebrows at her. They quickly make their way back inside, and fifteen minutes later they’re on the couch with hot cups of tea. Lydia is trying to find a movie to watch, while Allison gently brushes the tangles out of Lydia’s wet hair.
‘I totally won,’ Lydia says, dismissing Home Alone and moving on to the next movie.
‘No, you didn’t! You were the one lying in the snow,’ Allison protests. ‘That means that I won.’
‘But I got more hits.’
‘More hits don’t mean you win. When your opponent is down, that’s when you have the victory.’
‘Will you let me have this one if I agree to watch The Santa Clause?’ Lydia asks, smiling sweetly at her.
‘What if all the snow’s gone?’
‘We’ll find some place that still has some. I’ll drive all the way to Canada if it means I get to win,’ Lydia proclaims.
If you're still taking prompts: allydia (or sterek) --where A works at a farmers market and B is trying to bargain their price and they trade numbers instead. (Or something like that)
If you haven’t noticed the trend, I’m trying to clear out my askbox prompts in an attempt to motivate myself to work on my longer things. So, I’m sorry this took forever. Also, this is definitely Allydia (with a teeny bit of Sterek). :)
“Who comes to a farmer’s market dressed like that and in Louboutins?” Allison mutters to herself as she eyes the redhead who saunters down the aisle.
The girl’s cute, Allison will give her that, in a flowy blouse and a blue mini skirt that shows off her legs. But Allison can’t help but assume she’s one of those health-nut types who is all about appearances and coming to the local farmer’s market is just a fad or one of those one-time things the girl wants to experience to make herself feel better and socioeconomically conscious.
She thinks the comment she made was quiet enough not to be heard, but Stiles, who sells in the stall next to her, snorts.
“What? You can’t tell me you didn’t think the same thing as soon as she turned the corner.”
Stiles shrugs. “She’s cute though,” he says, eyebrows waggling.
A tall, muscular man comes up behind him holding a basket of produce, and he frowns. “I heard that,” the man tells Stiles.
Stiles turns to face him, grin plastered on his face. “Ah, Derek, you know I only have eyes for you,” he says before pecking Derek on the cheek.
Allison rolls her eyes and goes back to arranging her fruit, seeing which ones need to be replenished. She’s too busy taking inventory and seeing what she’ll have to have her dad bring up from the truck to notice that the fancy redhead is standing in front of her stall, perusing the selection.
i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please? + allydia?
Coffee wasn’t working anymore.
Allison tipped her head right back and the last dregs of
coffee dribbled out of her mug and onto her shirt. She groaned and grabbed the cloth Kira was
already holding out, swiping clumsily at the stain without much success at
When she looked up, Kira was watching her, hands cradled
around her own cup of hot chocolate. “You need sleep.” She said gently.
Allison sighed, rolling her mug between her palms. “I’m fine.”
“When was the last time you slept properly?” At Allison’s
shrug, Kira reached out, giving her hand a little squeeze. “It’s nearly ten.
You need sleep.”
“I need Lydia.”
Kira was quiet for a moment, just gazing at her, sympathy
clear in her eyes. She gave Allison’s
hand another reassuring squeeze.
“Have you two spoken since the break up?”
Allison shook her head, looking away as her heart squeezed
painfully, Kira’s question peeling open Allison’s hurt. It had been so ridiculous. They argued a lot, sure, and maybe all the
frustration and unhappiness from the constant picking at each other had built
and built, but it was some silly argument over what TV show to watch that had
suddenly blown up, and then suddenly that was it. She couldn’t remember who brought it up
first, her or Lydia, the whole thing had been so clouded by anger, but just
like that, their relationship was over and Allison was gathering her things and
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Allison Argent/Lydia Martin Characters: Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Scott McCall Additional Tags: Fluff, Piercings, Navel piercings, Flirting Summary:
Lydia and Stiles own a tattoo and piercing parlor where Allison goes in for a belly button piercing and leaves with a little something extra…
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. - Victor Hugo
“I think I’m in love with you." "You mean as friends?” “No… I mean for real. ‘Cause you’re, like, the coolest person I’ve ever met, and you don’t even have to try, you know…” “I try really hard, actually.”
is a femslash ship okay? because some cute allydia first date fic would be pretty cool :)
Totally okay. :D Ummm not sure if this is what you were wanting, but…. I tried.
Lydia has been planning this date for a month now. A month. And this date is going to be perfect even if it kills her. And it’s going to happen. It has to happen before something else kills them.
Her and Allison’s relationship evolved slowly from friends to something more, but now that they have reached that point, it’s only logical to go on a date and see if they want to pursue the “something more” aspect. And Lydia wants more, enough so that she has thought and planned for every possible scenario and conversation regarding this date. Allison saying yes isn’t a problem.
The problem is the fact that they live in Beacon Hills, and not even a potential Field’s medal winner and all around genius could account for that variable.
Which is why she’s been planning this date for a month: Analyzing weather forecasts, currents and Nemeton activity, nearby supernatural-related occurrences, picking the perfect day, the perfect activity, the exact time that they could avoid all disasters and have the most memorable first date ever.
But even after all that, a time and place picked, a confirmation from Allison in the bag, there was still one thing she didn’t even think to consider, hadn’t even thought about such a possibility, and was angry at herself for not even thinking about something so simple and obvious.
That something being Stiles and his penchant for involving himself in things he shouldn’t.