Allison turned around as a person approached her, and she smiled shyly at the stranger. “You’re in Magnolia, in Illinois. In the United States. I’m guessing you’re lost?”

A flash of light was all he could remember. Now here he was. Not that he knew where here was. Nonetheless he began walking down the busy street looking around at all the strange buildings. This place was nothing like London. Nothing like he had ever seen before. He was in a strange land alone and very disoriented. “Pardon me. Would you happen to be able to tell me where it is I am?” He hoped not to sound too odd in his questioning a he strolled up to the first person he saw.

onetruealphas:

“You’re my girlfriend, and you’ve been through a lot. I’m allowed to worry about you.” He counteracted, putting an arm around her shoulder. He knew he should back off, but he didn’t like her keeping things from her. “I just… want you happy. Want us both to be happy. We’re out of Beacon Hills, we have a place together, we have a dog together, and y’know… in a few years… who knows?” Scott looked away, embarrassed. “And archery makes you happy. Whether it’s a hobby or something else.”

Hearing Scott talk about a future made Allison’s stomach tighten up, because she’d been thinking about their future together ever since she saw how he was with Jaina’s twins. “Then if you want us to have a future, you’ll see that encouraging me to run into my death again is the only sure way that that won’t happen.” Her voice was a little harsh, stubborn even though she knew he meant well. “... Just because those oni are gone, doesn’t mean there isn’t more out there. More demons. More things that can hurt you, me...”

“I’m sorry I can’t be of more help?” Allison frowned, folding her arms across her chest at the abruptness of the woman. “Allison. What about you?”

That answer clearly didn’t please Jyn because she scowled slightly. “That seems like the best answer I’ll get.” She huffed. “What’s your name, anyway?”

@shuffledstiles

Hearing the woman talking about a bullet wound, she approached her, her bag already half open, looking for a packet of painkillers. “Has the bullet wound been treated already? Because otherwise that should be the priority to taking these.” Still, she held the pills out to the woman.

“ so, who do i have to FIGHT around here to get some painkillers ?? this bullet wound is fucking killing me. ” talking to no one in particular, not all that interested in trying to figure out her surroundings. honestly, she’s just glad to be the hell away from alexandria and all of the shit going down there. although, she’s worried about her people. she always is. “ — or am i already doped up on a shit ton of them and imagining this ?? honestly, where the fuck did everyone come from ?? ”

shuffledalec:

Alec’s lips were pressed together in a thin line. He was not going to leave her alone, not when she was having a panic attack. Instead, he grabbed his phone, sending Scott a quick text and hoped that he would show up soon. “I texted Scott,” he said, his hand clasped on her shoulder, “You need to focus on your breathing,” he continued. “Breathe with me.” Then, he started breathing in - and out, he made sure to slightly exaggerate the movements so that she could hear and feel them. 

“I-I don’t know that I can...” She sobbed, but nevertheless, she focused her eyes on him as best she could, taking in sharp deep breaths, and forcing herself to hold them until Alec released his, getting into an uncertain pattern the longer she did it. Her body still shook, and she clutched a hand over Alec’s, squeezing it. “I mean it, I-I... I can’t do this... any of it.”

“I don’t pay all that much attention to science, to be honest.” Frowned Allison, shrugging. “There’s a library though, so you can probably get information from there that would help you.”

“How advanced is Earth?” Jyn looked around. To her, it didn’t look too advanced. 

onetruealphas:

“Allison…” Scott wanted to yell at her. Lecture her how giving up just wasn’t her, but he held back, remembering how telling her what to do was the thing that broke them up before. But wasn’t this the opposite of that? Encouraging her to go into danger? He sat beside her, hand on her back. “You’ve got this, okay? If you gave up, well, yeah you’d be safer, but you wouldn’t be happy about it. What if someone got hurt because you weren’t there? It wouldn’t be your fault but I know you’d feel crappy about it.” Plus, his last trip home things had been weird, but he didn’t want to tell her. Not unless he had to, same with Stiles. “Please promise me you’ll talk to Alec about it.”

“And what if someone got hurt because I tried to do it, and only managed to put them in more danger, Scott? What then?” Allison cuddled Buddy to herself, the puppy more than happy with it. “I can think about talking to Alec, if only it’ll stop you worrying about me. I’ve got this covered, Scott. I’m fine.” If fine, at least, was completely giving up - then Allison was as cool as a cucumber.

“Oh.” Allison frowned, chewing on her lip. She didn’t mean to offend the other person. “Then... No. I don’t know where it is, or how to get there. It wouldn’t even be possible with the technology we have on Earth.”

“A store?” Jyn repeated, a scowl appearing on her face. “It’s a planet.”

@onetruealphas

scott mccall + allison’s weapons

mrsxilinsxi:

His fingers wrapped around his coffee mug, using the warmth as some sort of comfort. He was well aware he wasn’t the father of any of these children, but they’d become like family to him and their struggle was as close to his heart as his own — probably even closer. “You might not be the same person you’ve been when you first came to Beacon Hills or when you left it, but even though you’ve changed you are still Allison Argent.” He reached out, warmed fingers gently squeezing her arm in a comforting manner. “It’s okay to be afraid and it’s okay to have memories so terrible they’ve scarred you for life.” It wasn’t just a speech to make her feel better, the changed tone in his voice indicated that. He was speaking from experience right there and then. “We all have these type of memories. Some take longer to learn how to live with and some will easily be forgotten. That’s just how it is. But I promise you, Allison, this one as tough as it seems right now, will vanguish as well. The fact that you’re not giving up, even decided to grab your bow again, that alone shows your strength and you will make that bullseye-shot again. It might not be today, or tomorrow, or even this year — but that’s fine! There’s no pressure.” The smile on his lips was definitely one of Dad Stilinski’s. “I assure you, your father ( and for what it’s worth, Melissa and I ) are proud of you no matter what.” He pulled back again, his own gaze falling and getting lost in his coffee for a few moments. “Stiles has been through a lot, and more than anyone I want him to be happy, preferably stay out of trouble for just a while and live like a normal young adult for once.” Stilinski let out a soft sightly, raising his eyes to look for hers again. “But if you need him to help you, he will. It might not be easy on you or him, but neither of you are alone. If speaking to him would help you get better, it’s not selfish to ask for his help. In fact, being able to help, might make him feel better too.”

Allison put her hand on his arm in understanding of what he meant, sensing that he knew at least a little of what she was feeling. He was in law enforcement, after all, and had to have seen plenty, and even if not, he’d seen his wife lose her life, although Allison never asked him or Stiles about her, not wanting to bring up any bad memories. “Well these memories better be forgotten sooner rather than later. I don’t... feel strong any more. Not when I can barely make myself get out of bed.” She sniffed, wiping at her eyes. “Plus... I can’t talk to Stiles. I tried to before... Tried to explain to him that what happened to me wasn’t his fault, that the nogitsune wasn’t his fault, and... he nearly had a panic attack. We didn’t talk for a while after that.” She let out a heavy exhale, rubbing her face. Trying to feel normal for once.

“... Is it too selfish to ask for a hug?” She asked, smiling sadly as she looked at him, eyes red from rubbing them. “Because I can’t hug my dad, so I’d settle for second best.”

onetruealphas:

“Think we can do that?” Scott teased, laughing, and handing over the puppy, who curled up with Allison. “Glad you like him. I thought yknow. That he might help you as well.” He didn’t like to talk about how she was, but after the panic attack? He needed to know he was helping her.

Allison paused in her cuddle-time with the puppy, staring up at him. She knew what he was talking about, and she didn’t want to talk about it. “Yeah well. I’ve officially retired now, so I don’t need the help.” She murmured. “The only saving I’m doing from now on is at the pool.”

“Yavin 4?” Allison frowned at the woman, shaking her head. “Sorry, no I don’t. Is that some kind of a store?”

Jyn never quite had a life full of normalcy, but coming back from the dead on a planet she never heard of was ridiculous. She wandered around the town aimlessly, a hand on her blaster. As she walked, she remembered her final moments. She remembered she was with Cassian, and how her heart hurt when she thought of the captain and the Rogue One crew. But reminiscing wouldn’t bring them back.

“Hey!” She exclaimed to the person nearest to her. “Would you know a way to get to Yavin 4?”

                                              I aim to be lionhearted,                                               but my hands still s h a k e                                        and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

sentence prompts

stefansalfatore:

“What if I say no?” “Get out.” “I dreamed of you last night.” “I don’t know if you noticed… but we’re in a party” “You can dance with me… if you want!” “DON’T LOOK!!” “I think people hug at this point.” “I’ll take you.” “Why didn’t you call me?” “Would you stop that?!” “I loved you.” “Yeah I was there.” “Don’t say that.” “I’ll take the couch.” “You lied to me.”  “Maybe you didn’t love me after all.” “Take my hand.” “SO… you think I’m hot?” “What are you doing?””Hiding.” “Let’s run. Together.” “Wow! you’re good at this!” “I think we should stop seeing each other.” “You have a picture of me? On your fridge?”  “Do I know you?” “I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!” “Did I just say that?” “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” “Stand behind me.” “But I don’t want to leave.” “Tell me a secret.” “DON’T PRetend with me!!” “I saw you, right there.” “I-I just wanted to say that I uh, I missed you.” “I’m not lying.” “You look… okay. I MEAN-” “I knew I’d find you here.” “You still remember?” “I guess I just wanted to know if you missed me.” “All I needed was my friend.” “I like your new place.” “You left!” “Do you know any jokes?” “Are you hungry?” “I’m not supposed to be here.” “Do I even wanna know?!” “Take me home… please?” “Hey just be cool.” “You have pretty hands.” “I’m sorry.” “Sorry I woke you up.” “It’s about to rain, get inside.” “So… friends?” “I’m his/her best friend.” “I got you, it’s okay. It’s okay.” “We can leave, you know?” “Did I interrupt something?” “I’m trying, okay?” “OH MY GOD YOUR EYES!!!” “Why didn’t you ask me instead?” “Sing to me.” “What’s my prize?” “I don’t want to see you anymore.” “You’re so cute!!!” “I was trying to protect you.” “I’ll kill you.” “And then you laughed.” “I didn’t know where to go to.” “I was having a nightmare.”  “I know this song.” “I need someone to hear me.”

mrsxilinsxi:

Stilinski chuckled, scratching the back of his head almost a little embarrassed about how well known it was in his son’s group of friends that Stiles liked to go a bit overboard when it came to Noah’s eating habits. “That’s why I’ve to get rid of them quickly,” Stilinski quipped as he disappeared in the kitchen and soon returned with two cups of coffee and the plate with cookies, “Plus, Melissa made them, which means they are too good to be thrown away.” He paused for a moment, before quickly adding. “Still, do me a favor, don’t tell Stiles!” Stilinski sat down as well, a soft compassionate smile growing on his lips as he watched her struggle to find the right words. “It’s okay,” he assued her warmly, “Believe me, Allison, you’ve nothing to apologise for. I can’t say I understand your position—” Honestly, it kinda felt like he’d stopped understanding most things ever since Stiles moved to this town. "—but I know it must’ve been hard on you and I’ve had my fair share of hard times as well. It’s good you put yourself first.”

“For Melissa’s cookies? I do not have a problem hiding the evidence. Plus, the last batch she sent over for Scott, I’m pretty sure Stiles ‘borrowed’ a few extra, so the Stilinskis owe me some calories.” She smiled, shyly. She listened as he spoke, keeping her head down as she did, picking at a loose thread on her jeans. Putting herself and her needs first still felt surreal, especially in this town. She hadn’t felt this weak since before she found out the truth about everything.

“I’m still not... really myself.” She murmured, clearing her throat and swallowing hard. “... I can’t hunt, can’t shoot all that great. Someone’s trying to help me, but I saw a demon a few weeks ago and just... froze up. That night just came flooding back to me, and I lost my nerve. I don’t talk to Stiles about it because... hell, he feels bad enough about everything the nogitsune did, I don’t want to make it worse.”