Allison- Not Anymore
Request- Hi! I really love your writing! <3 Could you do an Allison imagine? The pack’s been off to college but comes back because of a new threat. Scott brings along the reader, a hunter friend he made at college. The pack really likes her, except Allison who feels like she’s been replaced as the pack’s hunter. But everyone else just thinks she’s jealous cause Scott and Y/N are pretty close. With time Y/N earns Allison’s respect and a little bit more than that. So now she really is jealous - of Scott.
Laughter and voices drifted down the stairs, causing Allison’s steps to quicken with excitement. They were light and familiar, and she couldn’t help the pang that sparked in her chest at the unmistakable sound of family.
Scott, Stiles, and Lydia had been away from Beacon Hills for almost an entire year. Now that the semester was over, they were back for the summer, and this would be the first time she would see them since spring break.
That might not seem like a long time to someone who hadn’t fought for their life and nearly lost it with their best friends, but that kind of thing drew people together in a bond that took a lot to break. Each month she spent away from them left her constantly worried, not only for their safety, but also that they might leave her and Beacon Hills behind for good.
She lived for these moments, the ones where everyone finally came back to her. Yes, she had Malia in Beacon Hills, but that was nothing like having the whole pack together again.
“…all I’m saying is that you don’t understand my pain.”
Stiles’ voice drifted out through the open door of Derek’s loft. The Former Alpha had left it behind when he disappeared from Beacon Hills with Braeden, and it was usually the place to be for parties, pack meetings, and now, reunions.
“The food sucks,” Allison heard Stiles complain. “I’m pretty sure they dug up the dirt from the shooting range and just put it in the casserole.”
“At least you know what you’re supposed to be eating,” another voice fired. “I’d rather dirt than the U.C. Davis special.”
Allison froze on the stairs. This voice was new and unfamiliar, and she felt her heart sink.
“Mystery meat,” Scott answered.
“My bet is on horse,” the stranger added.
Allison warmed at Scott’s familiar voice, but as she came up to the door, she frowned.
Lydia was sitting on one of the couches, with her legs up and thrown over Stiles’ lap. Malia was sitting with her back up against the couch, resting on the floor next to the the heels the Banshee had kicked off. Scott was leaning against the armchair with a grin on his face, but Allison didn’t know the person who was sitting inside it.
Malia noticed her first, standing self-consciously in the doorway. Allison didn’t usually suffer from a lack of confidence, but the fact that some stranger was here, mingling with the pack when it was supposed to be their day, left her hesitant.
“What’s wrong with you?” Malia asked, her dark brows furrowing as she looked up at the Hunter.
“N-nothing…” Allison said with a frown.
“Allison!” Lydia called with a grin, jumping out of Stiles’ lap and heading over.
She pulled the taller girl down into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “I have so much to tell you.”
Allison felt a smile pulling at her lips. “Good. Nothing’s really happened here in awhile.”
“It’s about to,” Lydia sing-songed, nodding to the girl on in the chair. “Allison, meet Y/n. Y/n, meet Allison.”
You jumped out of the chair and walked over, flashing the brunette a friendly smile. “Hey. Apparently, we have a lot in common.”
“We do?” she asked, looking over at Scott questioningly.
Scott tilted his head at her, questioning her weird behavior.
“Y/n was in my Bio 100 class,” Scott explained. “I was walking her back from the library one night last semester, and-”
“A werewolf tried to jump them!” Stiles called out, and Allison concluded he was way too excited about this.
Scott frowned at him, then turned back to her. “Yeah, he’s heard the story. Anyway, I was about to wolf out, but before I could, Y/n, just whipped out a knife and stood in front of me.”
Allison blinked her wide brown eyes, and studied you. You stood with confidence, which only made you so much more attractive to her. Your eyes were bright and smiling, and if she wasn’t so jealous, she would have been fighting the urge to melt under their gaze.
“You’re a hunter.”
You grinned. “And so are you.”
“So…we’re taking in strays now?” Allison asked, her lips tight as she glanced at Scott.
You let out a short laugh. “I guess that’s what you’d call me.”
“I thought she could come home with me for a month or so,” Scott told her. “Since so much happens here, I thought it would be a good idea to have a little back up. Especially some experienced backup.”
“Like we’re not experienced?” Allison asked.
She was well aware of the way Malia and some of the others were side-eyeing her, but she didn’t care. She fought the urge to ask outright if you were supposed to be her replacement. Everyone seemed to be moving on, and maybe that meant a new pack.
“I’m sure you guys have seen some shit,” you cut in. “So have I. And since my parents are traveling, I just thought that when Scott invited me, I’d say yes. If I’m imposing-”
“No way!” Scott cried, shooting a sharp look at Allison. “You’re my friend. And you’re a life-saver. You’re welcome here, right Allison?”
Allison swallowed, and forced her lips into a smile. “Right. Sorry, I just…I’m just used to us, you know?”
She watched as the tension disappeared from your shoulders, and suddenly felt bad for making you feel unwelcome. Luckily, you didn’t seem to be too uncomfortable.
“I totally get it,” you told her.
“Alright,” Stiles said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s paying for pizza because I am starving for some normal food.”
“Uh, you?” Lydia offered.
Stiles scoffed. “Uh, struggling college student here.”
“And I’m not?”
“You’re already a junior!”
“Exactly, which means I have superiority.”
Allison smiled as she listened to them bickering, and when she looked away she found herself meeting your eyes. Scott was grinning down at you and nudging your shoulder, but you were looking at her. She resisted the urge to smile back, telling herself that you were only getting in the way here.
Scott was standing next to you like you were old friends, and Allison was once again left out on her own. A sick feeling washed over her as she realized that even though everyone was back, it might not be like old times after all.
The burn of eyes on her face caused her to look up, and she saw Malia staring at her.
“What?” she mouthed.
“Jealous,” the Coyote mouthed back.
Allison frowned at her and shot her a sharp look, but Malia simply shrugged. As much as she hated to admit it, the other girl was right, and it was only going to get worse.
“So, when did you find out about all this?” you wondered, as you stared up at the trees overhead.
There had been a rare flare up of wild animal activity in Beacon Hills, no doubt a result of something scaring them out of the woods. Scott had ordered daily patrols before sunset, and tonight, you were paired up with Allison.
“You mean the werewolves?” she asked, fingers tight on her bow.
“My sophomore year of high school. I only really found out because of Scott.”
“Your parents weren’t going to tell you?” you asked curiously.
“Well, when did you find out?”
“I was ten. I’ve been training ever since.”
Allison blinked. “Ten.”
“Ten,” you repeated with a nod. “My childhood ended pretty early.”
Allison nodded in understanding. “So did mine.”
Maybe she had been a little older than you, but with Kate, her mom, and almost dying that night at Oak Creek, she was forced to grow up faster than most teenagers. Her childhood had pretty much ended the moment her aunt’s throat was ripped out in front of her.
“So, uh, why didn’t you and Scott come to dinner with us the other night?” Allison asked, switching the subject.
“Oh, I was already helping his mom make dinner,” you explained. “She wanted to cook for me, but I just felt weird not doing something.”
“You were helping Melissa make dinner?” she repeated with a frown.
“Yeah…is there something wrong with that?” you asked cautiously.
“No, it just kind of sounds like something a girlfriend would do.”
“Oh…wait, Allison are you actually jeal-”
The snap of a twig from farther off in the woods caused you both to freeze, and glance around.
“Could you be any louder?” a familiar voice growled. “I’m pretty sure you’re what’s scaring everything out of the woods.”
“I’m sorry if I don’t have the grace of a coyote, Malia.”
“Whatever. At least you’re not wearing heels.”
Bushes rustled to your left, and you and Allison watched as Malia and Lydia emerged from the brush. “Hey.”
“Why’d you guys stop patrolling?” you asked them.
“We were bored,” Malia answered with a shrug.
Allison rolled her eyes. “Guys, seriously-”
Lydia waved her hand, cutting the Brunette off. “Don’t worry, Allison. We haven’t seen anything for the past week. And nothing’s going to happen in the day anyway.”
The Hunter crossed her arms over her chest, and you decided she looked adorable when she was frustrated. “Lydia-”
“Fine,” you told her. “But we can’t just leave. We’ve got, like, half an hour until sunset.”
“Well, what the hell are we supposed to do until then?” Malia wondered.
Lydia glanced between you and Allison, and a smile suddenly appeared on her pink lips. She grabbed Malia’s arm and tugged her down to her level, whispering something in her ear.
You and Allison shared an annoyed look, because of course you were the only two without supernatural hearing.
Malia eventually smiled, and shot a grin your way. She straightened up and announced “I like it.”
“Like what?” Allison asked suspiciously.
“We figured since you’re both hunters, and we’re both bored, you guys could have a little competition.”
“Lydia, I don’t think-” you began.
“What do we do?”
You glanced over at Allison, shooting her an incredulous look. She simply shrugged at you, and you sighed.
“Well, it can’t be archery since you don’t have a bow,” Lydia explained. “But you both have knives, right?”
The two of you nodded, and you pulled a knife from your belt as she pulled one from her boot. “Okay, now what?”
“Throw it at that tree,” Malia suggested. “Whoever gets closer to the center wins.”
“I don’t know,” you told her. “I mean, I’ve been doing this for a really long time-”
“What?” Allison demanded. “You don’t think I can keep up?”
“Wha-no. It’s just, archery is your thing, not knife-throwing.”
“So you don’t think I can keep up?” she repeated, her lips turning up.
She turned to face the tree Malia had pointed out, and then then she pulled her arm back. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the knife sailing into the trunk, and it landed a few inches from the center.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows at you, and you took a deep breath and adjusted your grip on the knife. She moved to the side and you took her place, and then threw the knife toward the tree. It landed smack in the center, just a short distance closer than Allison’s had.
“Allison-” you began.
She flushed, and looked over at you reluctantly. “Nice throw.”
“Damn,” Malia commented.
“Looks like we might have a new hunter on our hands,” Lydia remarked.
Allison shot her a sharp look, and suddenly dropped her bow to the ground. It fell to the dirt with a thump as she whirled away and stalked off into the woods, and Lydia’s eyes went wide. She looked over at you, and then back to her friend, guilt clouding her features.
“What the hell was that for?” Malia demanded.
You shook your head, and instead of answering, you headed off toward the trees Allison’s back had disappeared into.
“Allison!” you called.
You caught a glimpse of her blouse in the trees, and you could tell that she slowed a little at your voice, but she wasn’t stopping. You jogged over, trying to catch up, and she didn’t look at you once.
“Leave me alone, Y/n.”
You blinked, slightly hurt by her tone, but you weren’t going to turn back.”What’s your problem?”
“My problem?” she asked, whirling around.
The setting sun cast a warm glow over her, sending her dark hair into streaks of gold and lighting up her angry eyes. You took a step back, but then thought better of it.
“Yeah,” you said, straightening up. “Ever since I got here, I’ve been trying to make an effort to get to know you. And sometimes I think, wow, she really likes me, we could be friends. Maybe even best friends. And then other times, like…like when I’m with Scott, it’s like you wish I never showed up.”
“I have a best friend,” Allison told you.
“Yeah, well I don’t,” you informed her bitterly. “You know what it’s like to be a hunter. You know how lonely it is. When I found out about Scott…god, I thought I might actually be able to find someone I can be honest with.”
“Then why don’t you just go hang out with Scott?” she demanded.
“You’re jealous,” you stated, your eyes going wide. “That’s what this is about. All this time, and you’ve just been pissed that I’m spending so much time with Scott, and you’re not.”
“No,” Allison snapped, stepping even closer.
“Yes!” you cried. “Look, you don’t have to be jealous of me. I already told Scott-”
“It’s not you I’m jealous of!” she yelled.
Her sharp voice echoed through the trees, scaring off two or three birds and causing you to freeze. “What?”
“I’m jealous of Scott,” she said quietly. “Not you. At first, I didn’t like you crashing the pack, but you’re amazing, Y/n. You’re such a better hunter than I am. You’re…you’re fucking deadly, and coming from me, that’s a compliment.”
“You’re out of my league,” She continued softly, her voice hopeless. “And I see you with Scott, and you’re doing the things that a girlfriend would do, and maybe…maybe I want you to do those things with me. So sometimes I do wish you never showed up, but only because I can’t stand seeing you with him.”
“Allison,” you began, reaching out to place your hands on her arms. “I’m not dating Scott. He asked me out a few months ago, but I told him that, uh…well, I told him he wasn’t my type.”
“Your type?” Allison repeated.
“He’s not a girl,” you stated plainly.
“Oh,” Allison realized, her brown eyes going wide. “Oh!”
“But you…you are definitely my type.”
Allison had been holding back for weeks, pushing all of that sexual tension into anger toward you. But those words were all she needed to break the dam, and all those bottled up feelings seemed to flow out right then and there. She placed her hands on your cheeks and pressed her lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip.
You let out a shocked moan, but you definitely weren’t complaining, and Allison could tell. One of her hands left your cheek and cupped your hip, drawing you closer to her than you ever dared to think you’d be.
Her lips were warm against yours, and reached up to trail your fingers across her cheek as she tangled her fingers in your hair, tugging gently. She pulled away briefly and walked you back against a tree,, only to kiss lightly along your jaw, and down toward your neck.
She pulled away as the blue of Malia’s cardigan appeared through the trees, and you hoped your flushed face wasn’t a dead giveaway, but that was wishful thinking. Malia smirked as she came closer, and opened her mouth.
“We worked it out,” Allison cut her off.
“I can tell,” Malia told her knowingly.
Allison shot her glare, but Malia shrugged. “Hurry up. It’s getting dark, and I don’t want to get attacked tonight.”
“Fine,” she agreed, raising her eyebrows at Malia.
She looked back at you, and saw that you were smiling at her. Allison felt admiration wash over her, and she watched as you turned and headed back toward Lydia. She tilted her head and admired the fact that you were hers now, and her lips broke into a grin.
She started to head after you, but Malia leaned down to whisper in her ear before she could.
“Told you you were jealous.”
Allison rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the smile on her face. Even though she would never admit Malia was right, the other girl had a point, and Allison couldn’t say she minded.