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     It’s a little reminiscent of the day they first met, her, knocking on the door to the animal clinic after hours, Scott, hopefully inside finishing his rounds. Only, this time, it’s not raining and she’s not crying, and the injured dog is one she didn’t run into. All positives as far as she can see. She knocks louder on the door, waiting for him to hear her. Maybe he’s pretending he can’t. “Come on, Scott, I have an actual vet emergency!” 

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“And you’ll get hurt if you go without me. I didn’t realise I made it sound like this was debatable.”

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Snooping - Dean and Derek

Dean couldn't keep himself away from the woods. Between Jo's snooping, his encounter with Stiles, and even with Cas, there was no way something creepy wasn't going on here. He parked his car on the edge of the tree line and popped open the trunk. He waited until the oncoming car had passed before really opening the trunk and grabbing his favorite gun out of it's resting place. Dean slammed the trunk shut, slipping the sleek gun into the back of his jeans. There was still enough light even with the mass of trees that he didn't need a flashlight, but he made sure he had one anyway.

Part of him wished he'd dragged Sam along for the company, but he knew he would've regretted getting him involved.  His boots crunched too loudly on the fallen leaves for his liking, but he hoped he wouldn't need the stealth anyway. He was beginning to feel like fucking Nancy Drew or something as he walked through the empty woods. They were creepy as hell and seemingly empty, which made him feel like he was wasting his damn time, even though he knew there was something happening. Finally he began to see the shapes of a building in the distance. Finally something suspicious enough to warrant his attention.

He headed towards the building and it quickly came into focus through the fog that permeated through the trees. It was falling apart, clearly abandoned, and looked like something straight out of one of those cheesy teen horror flicks. "Great, I'm ganking Michael Myers." He muttered, letting out an annoyed sigh and running his fingers through his hair. Dean eyed the front steps, which looked way too fragile for his liking, and carefully climbed them.

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whispers softly talk to me abt the repercussions of how allison was brought up

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I feel like the only way I can start by explainingabout the repercussions of how Allison grew up is by alsoexplaining how she grew up at the same time. So heregoes. 

She grew up fast. Everyone looks at her and sees asheltered little princess, but they don’t understand that while herfamily were overbearing and protective because they knew exactly whatwent bump in the night, they also pushed her towards independenceearly on. She didn’t live in the kind of house where she couldclimb into her parents bed at night because she’d had a nightmare.She lived in a world where her dad would dry her tears and pat her onthe head and then her mom would tell her to go back to bed. To growup. To stop being so silly. 

But they never tried to convince her that themonsters under her bed weren’t real, only that she should stand upto them. So she learned how. She learned that if she fell over andscraped her knee, her mom would put a band-aid on it and kiss itgently, but also tell her sternly to stop crying, that it was just alittle cut. So she stopped crying. She stopped showing her pain. Shelearned how to stick band-aids on her own wounds instead. She learnedhow to shut down her emotions, she learned that they were to befeared and hated and closed away because weakness was bad andemotions were the biggest form of weakness. So even now, when someonetells her that it’s okay to cry, or that she should let herselffeel emotions, she shies away from it, she keeps it locked inside ofher until she simply can’t contain it, and when it rains it pours.Everything pours out of her like a waterfall, usually when she’salone if possible, and then she shuts herself back up again andresumes her daily life like nothing happened.

She grew up lonely. Because her family wasconstantly on the move she could never get settled anywhere. She’dgo to school and be the new girl and just when she thought she couldreach out to someone, to make a friend, she’d be whisked awayagain, to somewhere new, to repeat the same thing. It was easier as avery young child, because kids didn’t care that she was new, orthat she was strange, they could all just play in the sandboxtogether and be happy. But she could never invite anyone over, shewasn’t allowed, and the times she was allowed to go over to someoneelse’s house for playdates was rare. And as she got older, kidsstarted being more wary of the new girl, more unwilling to talk, morestandoffish. Making friends got harder. It took more time, time shedidn’t have. 

So she was left with her family. She attachedherself to her family above all else, and they were happier for it.She’d sit on her dad’s knee while he did boring paperwork and sheleafed through a picture book. She’d stand at her mom’s feetwhile she cooked dinner. She’d wait eagerly by the door for heraunt Kate to appear. And she loved Kate, Kate would treat her likeboth a big girl and a child simultaneously. She’d brush her hairfor her and read her stories about princesses who slayed their owndragons, or she’d let her stay up late, cuddled into her side whilethey watched a movie far too gory for Allison’s eyes, but Allisondidn’t care. She held onto Kate like a lifeline, because she washer only (mostly) constant companion. 

This translates to later life, Allison strugglesto make friends, not because she isn’t likeable or nice orfriendly, simply because she still has that worry in the pit of herstomach, that she’d going to have to pack up and leave again. Evenwhen she’s been out of her parent’s house for years, she stillcatches herself thinking it, stopping to think that she shouldn’tmake friends because she’ll be moving on. Only to have to remindherself that she isn’t moving on at all. 

She struggled with affection, between shutting down her own emotions and constantly worrying about having to move on and away from the people she cares about, she struggles to form real, emotional bonds with people. She often keeps her life quite close to her chest and is really good at talking about herself without ever actually saying anything meaningful. She’ll take on the woes of the world, but god forbid someone hear about the time she banged her knee on the cabinet and it hurt a little bit, much less the turmoil that is her emotional and mental state. 

She grew up under constant pressure. She waschided for playing with dolls, encouraged to do sports, to playfootball or take up running. She took up gymnastics and archery andfound she was good at both and her parents were thrilled, they pushedher to keep doing it, finding her clubs and building a home gym,doing whatever it took to make sure she kept practising what she wasgood at. 

On the flip side, they were hard on her when shewas bad at something, or rather, when she tried to take up a hobbythat wasn’t on their approved list of hunter training requirements.She took up photography, art, poetry, even fashion design- to see ifshe could please her fashion buyer mother that way- and was shot downevery time. She was told that she was terrible at all of the thingsshe tried. No paintings on the fridge, no photographs saved in framesaround the house, no acknowledgement that she had ever tried any ofthese things, because she had failed. Or that was what they toldher. 

To this day, she struggles with being told sheisn’t good at something. If someone criticises her, she’s likelyto quit what she’s attempting, she’d feel bad about it, even ifshe had originally thought she was good at it. 

She’s also hard on herself. She criticiseseverything she does, finding fault in all of it. She’s aperfectionist, but she can’t seem to see perfection in her ownworks, so she can’t stand any of it. Don’t expect her to show it to anybody, and if anyone should find it where it’s stuffed in dark corners or folded away in boxes, she’s always going to downplay it. 

She’s hard on herself and she expects everyoneelse to be hard on her, too, she doesn’t expect softness and loveand understanding when she fucks up, she expects harsh words and thecold shoulder, or worse.

She also doesn’t necessarily think she deserves other people’s affection. Especially in times when she’s being hard on herself for any reason. If she feels bad about something she’s said or done, or been called out on being bad at, then she will immediately push away any attempts at affection. Often, she doesn’t feel like she deserves love. From her family, her friends, her partner(s). There are days where she will push away from all of that and shut herself off from it, and from them, because she doesn’t think she deserves them.

She punishes herself in little, subtle ways. Never too much, but pushing her friends away and isolating herself is one of them, she feels like if she denies herself the things she likes because she did something bad then it’s like penance. These are also the days when she most needs someone else’s help. But she’d never admit it. 

There are certain phrases or implications that canpush her to doing near enough anything, no matter how stupid ordangerous. Things like ‘Grow up’ or ‘Don’t be ababy’ or anything along a similar vein, anything berating her forbeing weak or calling her a child is likely to spur her into action,even if it’s not the desired one. 

She’s desperate for approval, but constantlysure she won’t get it. She tries excessively hard to please others,without meaning to, without looking like she is in most cases, butit’s there. She struggles the fine line between seeking approvaland making her own decisions, everyone else be damned. 

She’s independent. She was raised to be aleader, trained to be one, so she possesses all the necessary talentsto be a leader, she’s forthright and smart and confident. But a lotof it is an act. Her confidence is easily shaken and she’s far more likely to do the thing first and then seek approval later. She’s a big believer in it being easier to ask for forgiveness than approval. Especially if the thing in question is potentially dangerous in any way. 

And it’s not necessarily a symptom of her childhood, but more of her experiences in canon, but Allison really struggles sometimes with thoughts that lend themselves towards darkness, and the idea that monsters are bad and people are good. She understands, logically, that creatures/monsters/people all have an equal chance at being good or bad, but often her first instinct is to look at the monster like they’re the bad guy, even if they’re not. It’s something she’s working towards getting out of her system, but the prejudices instilled in her from an early age, even if she didn’t know it, run deep and as much as she hates them, it’s not something she can just ‘get over’ in an instant. 

In short, the repercussions of Allison’s childhood mean that she’s emotionally closed off, she has trouble making and keeping friends, but when she does make them, she’d do anything for them. It also means that she’s constantly pushing herself harder than she needs to and will expect everyone else to be just as hard on her. Despite her confidence and her strong will, she’s fairly easy to manipulate if you know which buttons to press. There’s probably a lot more I can say here, but this thing is getting long as all hell. 

Feel free to ask more questions though, if there’s anything I didn’t cover here that I should have. Which there undoubtedly is. 

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@anchoredalpha cont. from here

     “No, but if Stiles suggested it too then you know he’s always right.”

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talk to me about allison's insecurities. bonus point if you say where they stemmed from !

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Allison Argent is massively insecure. She doesn’t always seem it, but she is. And at the base of it all is the very simple fact that she could never make herself good enough to live up what her parents wanted when she was younger. 

She thought for the longest time that what they’d actually wanted was a boy, when she was encouraged to do sports, to get rough, to ‘man up’ and stop being weak, stop being girly, stop playing with dolls and start being a fighter. The obvious conclusion was that her parents had simply wanted a boy and had gotten a girl. 

This lead to a fear of coming across as a ‘girly girl’, liking dolls or dresses or anything that was overtly feminine. This relaxed a little over the years, as she got into gymnastics and found that it wasn’t every ‘girly’ thing they didn’t like, just certain ones. But it takes a long time to work herself out of the mindset and her first instinct it almost always to act in a more masculine way, when she moves somewhere new, she chooses jeans and shirts over dresses and skirts. 

That’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to parental approval, though and her insecurities run a lot deeper than what she wears. 

She’s a perfectionist, purely because anything less could never impress her parents, and even then, they’re more likely to shoot her down than raise her up. 

She tries painting and drawing and is told she’s terrible at it. She’s told her poetry is awful. Her photography is bad, that she doesn’t have the eye for it. It doesn’t matter how much she tries, how much she struggles and learns and improves, it’s never good enough. 

Which means she feels like she’s never good enough. She tries so hard at everything she does, from homework to sports to hobbies and she is never satisfied with anything she’s done. She is hard on herself, really hard on herself, and she doesn’t believe other people when they aren’t hard on her too. If they’re nice, or even just truthful, she’ll struggle to believe them when they say what she’s done isn’t terrible. 

She’s insecure in relationships, because she constantly feels like her partner(s) deserve better, or that she isn’t fulfilling up to their standards. She struggles taking time for herself and prefers to take care of their needs, because that helps offset the balance, or so she thinks. 

She’s also insecure about telling people anything about her life. Her hopes, dreams, fears, desires, any of it. Because it’s so ingrained in her that all people are going to do when she bears her soul to them, is laugh it off and tell her she’s being ridiculous. 

She had the kind of practical parents who would laugh when she told them she wanted to be a Princess/Astronaut/Nurse/Vet/Firefighter. And the kind of family who would laugh if she started a new hobby and was bad at it. And the kind of family who would laugh if she got a crush on someone and acted stupid over it. She’s spend her whole life being laughed at for one thing or another and she can’t stand it. She hates being laughed at, she hates thinking that people might laugh at her, and only once she totally and completely trusts someone is she willing to open up about the things she actually cares about in life. 

In short; she’s insecure through the conditioned fear that she is not and cannot ever be good enough to meet her own standards/the standards of her parents/the standards of people she cares about and will therefore be laughed at for it.

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                  These violent delights have violent ends.                And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.                              Which, as they kiss, consume.

                              @argentiiferous  ||  @anchoredalpha                          Indie Allison Argent || Indie Scott McCall                               Loved by Charlie || Loved by Brodie

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@anchoredalpha cont. from here

    “Will you just shush and let me take care of you?” 

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@anchoredalpha continued from here

     “I can take care of myself.”

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is allison less trusting because she was lied to a lot when she was younger / as she grew older ? ( example: season one - the two different stories between chris and kate about the car needing different forms of help )

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This one’s hopefully gonna be pretty short. 

Allison was raised to be trusting of her parents and her family, she had to be, they had to raise her not to question the sudden moves, the fact Kate and Chris were missing for days at a time, the fact sometimes they’d come home bandaged up, the way there were always strange people floating around the house gearing up for something big. She was taught that not asking questions and keeping quiet about what she’d seen was the best and safest thing for her. She couldn’t go around telling kids at school that her dad and her aunt went on trips and came back covered in blood, could she? 

So she was raised to be silent and to be trusting. To trust that they had a good reason for moving, that her dad was going to be okay despite the blood, that he would always come home to her even if he left for weeks at a time. So, she trusted. And she trusted blindly, because she didn’t know anything else. 

But all kids grow up and as she grew up she developed more of a thirst for knowledge, more curiosity, more questions. But she was talked down every time she tried to ask, so she just stopped asking. Or, she started being sneakier with the questioning. She noticed the little things, the stories that didn’t add up. The car needed a jump. The car had a flat. The car had a broken window? 

And then her world shattered apart, Kate showed her the truth, told her that she’d been lied to and Allison was angry, so angry at everyone and everything that had lied to her. First seen with Scott in Night School, actually. 

But even the truth was used to manipulate her. She found out about Scott, about her family, about Derek, about how everyone had been lying to her all along, lying to her her whole life and it pretty much broke her world apart. It was all shoved under a carpet with words like It was for your own good stamped across it, as if the justification made it any better. 

She learned to lie herself, she lied to her family to spend time with Scott, she lied to the media, to kids at school about Kate. She lied to Lydia to protect her from the truth. She realised that lying had its purpose just like everything else, and that sometimes the justifications did make it better. Even when they didn’t really. 

She’s definitely more aware now of the fact other people could be lying to her, but she’s also less truthful herself, so that lends itself to her being less trusting. She’s both. Less trusting and less honest. Because the world they live in simply drives everyone to it. But she still hates being lied to.

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this is more of a headcanon question. what is allison's happiest memory from her childhood?

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The happiest memory from Allison’s childhood is actually an archery competition. She’d spent months preparing and she was really nervous about it, stressed, even, because her parents had just told her they were moving again and she was going to have to move to yet another place and another school and find another archery ground. She fumbled the first couple of shots and was starting to panic when she found her family in the crowd, watching her. Her mom, her dad, and as a special surprise, Kate. 

It was Kate who caught her eye and nodded in encouragement, enough of a sign that Allison could take a moment to steady her breathing and her heart down, to calm herself down enough to take the next round of shots. And she did. And she blazed through it, winning every round and ultimately, going on to win the competition. 

Afterwards, she found herself wrapped in a hug, with Kate on one side and her dad on the other. And, as they pulled away, her dad kissed her forehead and smiled at her, wide enough to crinkle his eyes and he simply said, “I’m proud of you.” 

Then they all went out for pizza, but it was that moment that stuck with her, that moment was the one she clung to when she needed something good to hold onto.

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let's talk about the repercussions of allison having her privacy invaded from a young age, is she more open with private information or is she more closed off? talk meta 2 me.

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Props to you for giving me pause for thought on this one. 

I think Allison is closed-off anyway, but in terms of private information, like texts or emails or who she happens to be talking to at any given point, I’d say she tends to be very private about it. 

Or rather, she’d like to imagine she is. When it comes to her parents, she wouldn’t fight them if they stormed into her room and demanded she show them her phone, because she’s come to expect that from them. Just like she knows she doesn’t get the luxury of privacy, that her door can be opened at any point, that her computer is probably being looked at when she’s not around. She hates it and she might stamp her feet and get annoyed about it, but she isn’t going to stop them, because in the end, they’re her parents and this is how it’s always been. 

When it comes to relationships, however, she’s probably both. It would very much depend on how her S/O acted when they asked, or how comfortable she feels with them. If they asked nicely who she was texting, she’d probably tell them, however, if they started demanding to see her phone, or calling her out on it, accusing her of things, she’d probably stand her ground. Or she’d blow up in their faces and give them the phone just to prove them wrong, but it would be a huge blow to the level of trust they had and, depending on severity it might be the end of the relationship. 

Basically, she probably isn’t doing anything wrong and she’ll be open about what she is doing, so long as the person asking isn’t being jealous or possessive or treating her like she’s done something wrong and if they refuse to believe what she tells them then she’s absolutely going to get upset that they don’t trust her. 

Trust is the most important thing to her and she wouldn’t lie to her partner(s) about anything, but she also isn’t going to take abuse and accusations if she knows she’s done nothing wrong. 

Her level of trust is very fragile and easily broken. Asking to see her phone? That’s a sign you don’t trust her and she is Not Here For That™ but a casual ‘who’re you texting?’ will be met with an actual answer. And it will be the truth. If the truth is that she’s talking to another guy, she’ll mention it, but she’ll also expect her S/O to know that it will never be anything more than friendly. 

In terms of emotional openness? Good luck with that one. She’s telling nobody anything.