Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU: “This Is the Last Time”
When the press tour is over and the movie is in theaters for four weeks, the contract expires and so does their “relationship.” They meet up at the restaurant where they had their first date to celebrate the end, but it’s a dour meal with too much red wine and not enough food for their bellies because everyone tastes a little like ash in their mouths. But they smile and toast and still pretend as much as they can that this is just another dinner out because they
There’s no stipulation as to how it ends: they could do a big blow-up fight, make a scene, or they can part amicably as friends and tell the press the easy story that their schedules made it too hard to keep up with their relationship. The latter is easier, but Jyn finds it darkly funny that since they finished filming, she and Cassian have had nothing but opposing schedules and somehow still managed to make time to see each other and be seen. Which was more important, she stopped letting herself think about a long time ago.
“Remember Marbella?” she says, swirling her second glass of Pinot and watching the legs cling to the side. “That was fun.”
“And the location shoot in Wisconsin. It was beautiful there.” Cassian holds a bite of salmon on his fork, letting it hover in the air, though it never reaches his lips.
Jyn murmurs in agreement, and they both raise their glasses to each other and take long drinks of their wine.
These were both moments when they had found themselves alone, when they both had desperately wanted to kiss each other and more but hadn’t. But it’s a detail they’ve never shared with each other, one they’ve kept very close to their vests. Because their relationship is not real. The point was just to pretend and stand and smile. The point was never to actually fall.
When they can no longer drag dinner out any longer, Cassian fills their glasses with what remains in the bottle and offers a toast. “To us,” he says, not meeting her eye.
“To us,” she says, not bothering to hide the hollowness in her voice.
Just outside the restaurant, Jyn stops dead in her tracks, and Cassian turns to her, instinctively putting out a protective arm. “Did you see something? Photographer?”
“Yes,” she says.
“For old times sake then?” he replies. “Give them one last shot for the tabloids?”
“Why the hell not?” she says, looping her arms around his neck. Her eyes swim in the moonlight, and she’s more beautiful than he’s ever seen her. Cassian’s heart constricts tight in his chest and he almost can breathe, but there’s just enough air left to kiss her, to feel the pain and tenderness of the final goodbye as though what they had between them had been real. And they way she seems to cling to him, to linger a moment too long against his chest, makes him wonder if she feels that pain, too, but it’s over now. And she begs off his offer of a ride back, opting for an Uber instead.
“Maybe see you around award season?” he asks.
“So like, ten months?”
Ten long months.
“Maybe,” he says. “It’s been good…working with you, Jyn.”
Her lips turn up, her expression unreadable. “It was good working with you, too, Cassian.” And then she is gone and he is gone.
And there were never any photographers at the restaurant, and they both knew it. The only thing there besides the two of them were excuses and all the things left unsaid.
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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (Platonic / Friendship) Word count: 507 Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of gross pizza. Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration Requested by:@denim–wrapped–nightmares. Prompt: Disney Movies / Quote: “Who puts pineapple on their pizza?.” / Extra Requests: Gender Neutral and Friendship.
Authors Note: Just a silly little drabble about Gabriel having to defend his interesting pizza choices. I’d like to say thank you to J & D for inspiring this with the Great Pizza Debate of Friday Night.
Pairing: Cain x Reader Word count: 1,291 Warnings: Smut. Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Cussing. Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration Requested by: @comicnerduniversePrompt: Male Strip Club / Quote: “What? I meant it as a compliment.”
Summary: Now that they know who the Kanima is, the pack needs to find a way to keep Jackson’s vicious transition at bay. But is Y/n’s mind not so clear anymore due to distractions… non-supernatural ones??
Song suggestion: Move Too Fast- Phora
(Based off of 2x06, “Frenemy”)
“I need you to promise that you won’t say anything about what just happened.” Allison’s voice startled Lydia as she pulled up right outside of the Martin house.
“I’ll promise not to say anything about what happened, if you can tell me what the hell just happened.” Lydia’s voice ranged from calm to angry and confused in a matter of seconds.
“It’s- it’s kind of complicated.” Allison sighed leaning back in her seat and fiddling with her fingers.
“Well, How about you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?” Lydia yelled, Allison not being able to make eye contact with her, “Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?”
“Part of the reason why am I asking is because Scott and I aren’t supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it’s better if you just keep what you know to yourself.”
Lydia was no longer angry, only hurt now.
“Fine. I’ll keep what I know-which is nothing- to myself.” She snapped as she started to open the car door and get out.
“Hey. He’s not just my boyfriend, you get that right?” Allison asked, pulling Lydia back into the car.
“Let me go.”
“Just for one second, please try and remember-”
“Remember what?” Lydia’s eyes filled with tears along with Allison’s.
“Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you’re with him. Or those times in class when you - you can’t stop looking at the clock because you know that he’s standing right out there waiting for you. Don’t you remember what that’s like?”
A long pause weighed itself between each of them, Lydia had to pull herself away from Allison’s stare.
“What do you mean ‘no’ you’ve had boyfriends?”
Allison rose her eyebrows, laughing slightly.
“None like that.” The strawberry blonde sadly stated, “Jackson was never mine the way Scott is yours, and he never cared about me the way Stiles cares about Y/n.” Her eyes widely gazed into Allison’s.
Deciding she’d had enough, Lydia finally released herself from Allison’s stare and got out of the car.
Y/n still sat in the same exact spot that Stiles had left her, sitting on the edge of her bed completely speechless.
Her mind replayed his words over and over again in her head.
‘I know, I’ll give you all the time you need.’
She wished all of this would just end, she wished it was over so she and Stiles could work things out and be able to do normal teenage things.
Y/n was startled from her thoughts when her bedroom door burst right open and Scott ran through, chest heaving up and down.
“We have to go find Jackson.” He managed to say between quick breaths.
“What, why?” Y/n stood up and started walking towards her brother.
“Because if he doesn’t change back soon he’s gonna kill someone else.” Without another word needing to be said, she followed Scott and Stiles out the door of the McCall house, relying on Scott to track Jackson by scent.
They found themselves speed walking through an alleyway between two brick buildings, it sounded like music was coming from one of them. Scott stopped as they reached the end of the wall and placed his hand out to signal Stiles and Y/n to stop as well. They placed themselves staggered behind him, Stiles peering over Scott’s shoulder and Y/n behind Stiles.
To keep herself steady but make sure she was still able to see around them, Y/n placed one of her hands on each side of Stiles hips without really thinking about it. He turned his head and made eye contact with her to which she returned.
“Sorry.” She whispered dropping her hands.
He just smiled, “it’s alright.” Then he turned back around.
“Any clue where he’s going?” Stiles asked aloud.
“To kill someone.” Y/n nodded her head sarcastically.
Stiles turned around to look at her, she just smiled innocently, “Ah, that explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now.” His arms fiercely gestured towards her.
She just raised her eyebrows at him, Scott had also turned around with a confused expression on his face caused by his spastic friend.
Stiles looked between the both of them, “What? Come on. I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.” He shouted frustratedly.
Y/n raised her hands in defense as Scott decided to ignore Stiles and face back around the wall.
“Just help me find it.” Scott sighed.
“Not it, Jackson.” Y/n reminded and Scott rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Alright, but, does he know that?” Stiles piped up, “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”
“I mean, I don’t think so, but he already passed Derek’s test anyway.” Scott answered.
“Yeah but that’s just the thing, how did he pass the test?” Stiles pointed out.
“I don’t know.” Scott and Y/n sighed in unison.
“Maybe it’s like an either- or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom, right? When’s the Kanima not the Kanima?” Stiles finished his statement staring into Y/n’s eyes.
“When it’s Jackson.” She answered Stiles, putting together what he was trying to say.
They both smiled each other, Scott watched a little distracted as his sister and his best friend problem-solved together. It seemed like it was supposed to be that way.
“Uh- dude. See that?” Stiles smacked Scott’s arm and drew his attention to what looked like a tail swaying outside of a window.
“What’s he gonna do in there?” Y/n asked.
“I know who he’s after.” Scott whispered as his eyes landed on Danny, flashing his fake I.D. and walking into the club.
They entered into a room with blinding flashing lights, blaring dance music, and sweaty bodies moving against each other and taking up almost every square foot of the club.
Y/n looked around her in awe, she’d never actually been in a club before. It made her uncomfortable but it was also pretty cool. Everyone in here was just living normal lives, something she has forgotten how to do.
She turned around smiling to talk to Scott, only to cover her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing. Her eyes met Stiles, a ton of drag queens playing with his facial features and pulling on his clothes.
At the sound of Scott’s voice, y/n realized he was still facing the opposite direction.
“Dude,” Scott turned sideways to look at y/n, “everyone in here’s a dude. I think we’re in a gay club.” He finally turned the full length around and his eyes became wide.
“Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?”
Y/n couldn’t suppress it any longer, she doubled over in contagious laughter. Scott joined her while Stiles just rolled his eyes.
“Come on guys, let’s go sit at the bar and look for Danny and Jackson.” Y/n started walking to the bar stools. She confidently walked and placed both hands down on the cool table, causing the bartender to look up at her. Scott and Stiles following behind until she was standing on either side of her.
She smiled widely and blinked a couple of times, the bartender returned a small smile.
“Three beers please.” She chirped.
The bartender laughed, “ID?”
Y/n’s smile dropped. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, the bartender just chuckled lightly.
“How about three cokes?” He asked rhetorically before walking away to retrieve the beverages.
Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around to see both Scott and Stiles mocking her with their smiles, obviously trying not to laugh out loud.
“Oh shut up,” she snapped, “if he wasn’t gay that would’ve worked.”
She begrudgingly sat down on one of the stools, Scott sitting down to her left and Stiles standing with his hands on the counter to her right.
The bartender returned with three cokes, and one of which he slid across the surface towards Stiles.
His eyes widened with confusion looking down towards Y/n who just shrugged with a smile before turning back to the bartender.
“That one’s paid for.” He yelled over the loud music. When he turned around and walked away from them, they spotted a guy straight across the bar and sitting on the other side. He raised his glass towards Stiles.
Scott and Y/n caught each other’s eyes before completely losing it and bursted out laughing.
“Oh shut up.” Stiles’ face curled up in disgust.
“We didn’t say anything.” Scott put his hands up in surrender. Still laughing.
“Yeah, Well your faces did.” He rolled his eyes at them.
As if on cue, all three of them turned around to face the crowded dance floor with flashing colored lights.
They were all looking around in opposite directions, looking for anything that could be dangerous. Well, Jackson.
Y/n looked all around her, covering every place she could see with her eyes. She sighed, frustrated with her lack of success. Out of the corner of her eye, she found herself watching Stiles’ movements. She watched as his hand rubbed the top of his head and his mouth hung open, obviously frustrated as well.
Feeling her presence, Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and made eye contact with her. Not for long as she turned her head down quickly so he wouldn’t see how flustered she was.
“What?” He teased her.
She looked back up at him, his beautiful, big eyes making his heart skip a beat (which Scott heard).
“Nothing,” she shook her head and laughed slightly, “sorry.”
She turned away from him and focused her gaze back on the club. For a few seconds, he just stared at her and smiled.
They had no idea, but Scott was watching everything that had just occurred between them. He just smiled, who better for his sister than his best friend?
“I found Jackson.” Y/n pulled him from his thoughts as she pointed to a swinging tail from the corner of the club. Scott stood up quickly, follows by Y/n. But they found themselves frozen. What do they do?
“Let’s go, Prada. You’re all of six pounds, there can’t be that much to come out of you.” Lydia sighed as she crossed her arms, shivering a little bit from the cold night air.
She looked down at her barefeet, wiggling her toes to assemble some sort of warmth.
“Lose something?” A voice that she didn’t recognize caught her off guard.
She looked up, and there was the same annoying boy from the counseling office.
“Get Danny.” Scott ordered Stiles and Y/n as he started to rush off.
“What’re you gonna do?” Y/n shouted after him.
He just turned around and lifted his hand, showing off his extended claws. Not waiting for a response, he ran off again.
“Works for me.” Stiles sarcastically stated from behind Y/n.
“Danny!” Y/n and Stiles shouted simultaneously, trying to move through the bodies of people dancing, which was harder than you’d think.
Scott was following the Kanima, who was sneakily slithering across the dance floor go unnoticed by all the people. As Scott kept following him, he was able to see Danny, and his sister and friend struggling to get to him.
He watched as the Kanima, Jackson, whatever, was moving quickly towards Danny.
“Jackson! Don’t!” Scott shouted, but he was too late. He knew as he watched Danny’s body fall to the ground paralyzed.
“What do we do with him now?” Y/n managed to ask between heaving breaths as she and Scott dragged Jackson’s now human body out of the club, one of his arms wrapped over each of their shoulders. Stiles following closely behind making sure no one was watching.
They continued to drag Jackson’s limp body until they reached the doors of the jeep. Stiles unlocked the doors and then helped his friends place Jackson in the back seat of the car.
Y/n climbed in the back after they had situated him and her face cringed as she had to sit in such close proximity to Jackson. She shoved his body so that he was sitting upright as opposed to laying down and over the top her. She smiled once she got him situated.
“Oh my god, could this get any worse?” Y/n heard Stiles gasp from the front seat of the car, causing her to lean her head over so she could see out the front windshield. Her eyes were met with a ton of police cars pulling up outside the club. One license plate in particular she recognized.
“I think it can, that’s your dad.” If looks could kill, Stiles’ eyes would’ve burned through her skull right then in there. She just smiled innocently.
“Get rid of him.” Scott demanded and Stiles’ eyes became wide.
“Get rid of him?”
“Do something!” Scott whisper-yelled, his arms flapping around.
Stiles got out of the jeep begrudgingly and strode over to his father’s car. Both Scott and Y/n we’re watching until y/n heard a grain escape Jackson’s mouth.
“Jackson, be quiet.” Y/n smacked his face lightly while she pleaded.
“What are you doing here?” The sheriff questioned when he turned around to see his son standing right behind him.
“What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It’s a club. It’s a club, we were clubbing, you know. At the club.” Stiles clapped his hands together and sighed on the inside knowing how stupid he sounded.
“Not exactly your type of club.” The sheriff raised his eyebrows.
“Uh- well dad, there’s a conversation that we-”
“You’re not gay.” His dad cut him off, rolling his eyes.
With the most offended look on his face Stiles retaliated, “Wha- I could be!”
“Not dressed like that.” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, “Also not with the way I see you look at that girl in the backseat of your car right now, the same girl I’ve been watching you look at since you were 7.”
The sheriff had pointed behind Stiles, and he followed the way it went. He turned around to see both Scott and Y/n staring at them. Then y/n just waved with the most innocent smile on her face while simultaneously looking nervous.
Stiles turned back around the meet the smirk on his father’s face, eyebrows furrowed.
“That’s right. I notice more than you think,” he said placing his hand on his son’s shoulder, “sometimes I notice even before you do.”
Stiles watched his dad walk away as he tried to process the recent encounter they just had. Was his dad right? Had it always been her?
He shook himself out of his thoughts and walked back to his car where his friends were waiting.
“Uh, What about your house?” Stiles asked Scott as he drove aimlessly through the town of Beacon Hills. Y/n remained silent in the backseat with an annoyed expression on her face as an unconscious Jackson rested his head on her shoulder.
“Not with my mom there. We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he’s dangerous.” Scott replied.
“I still say we just kill him.” Stiles arm flailed as the sarcastic suggestion left his mouth.
“We’re not killing him” Scott and Y/n harshly stated in unison, shutting Stiles down.
“God, f- okay, okay, I got an idea.” Stiles surrendered and looked in the rear view mirror to make sure he had Y/n’s eyes, which of course he did.
“Does it involved breaking the law?” She raised her eyebrows towards him through the mirror.
“Don’t you think that’s a given by now?” He answered her with another question.
“I was just trying to be optimistic.” Y/n let her body fall back into the seat, pushing Jackson off of her again only to sigh in disgust as he just fell right back on top of her.
“Scott! Y/n! Stilinski! I’m gonna kill you!”
The three exchanged concerned glances with each other as they stood between multiple trees in the woods during the early hours of the morning. Only a few feet away from a police van meant to hold criminals, which they had stolen to hold Jackson.
“I’ll go in.” Stiles sighed reluctantly heading towards the doors of the van leaving Y/n and Scott behind.
“You probably shouldn’t go alone, just in case.” Scott called after Stiles causing him to stop walking and turn around.
Scott was about to suggest he go with him when Y/n pulled out one of the Chinese daggers Allison had given to her and walked forward past Stiles and Scott without saying a word.
Once she stood in front of the van doors, hand on the handle, she turned around to face them.
“You coming?” She nodded towards Stiles as he smiled and approached her. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened the doors.
Y/n took a deep breath before stepping off of the ground and onto the cold metal floor, the dim lighting and gray walls making her shiver.
She hesitantly sat down as Jackson’s cold stare followed every move she made. Stiles took a seat next to her.
“Okay, I brought you some foo-”
“Let me out now!” Jackson’s body shook with anger.
“You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn’t exactly a highlight of my day. So don’t think this is fun for me either. You know we’re actually doing you a favor?” Stiles fired back all in one breath.
“You’re doing me a favor?” Jackson scoffed.
“Yes.” Y/n interjected rather loudly, startling not only Jackson but Stiles as well, “you’re- you’re killing people.” She practically yelled, her eyes filled with disbelief towards Jackson’s stupidity.
“Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you’re gonna stay in here. I’m sorry. Now - you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?”
Stiles held out both sandwiches towards the angry teenager.
“You actually think my parents won’t be looking for me?” He ignored the offer.
“Uh, well- not if they don’t think anything’s wrong.” Stiles cockily held up Jackson’s phone showing a text message sent to Jackson’s parents, smiling proudly.
Y/n smirked as she watched Jackson fall back against the cold metal interior in defeat.
“Scales? Like a fish?” Jackson raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“No, more like a reptile. And your claws have this liquid that paralyse people, oh and you have a tail.”
“I have a tail?”
“Yeah, You have a tail.” Stiles repeated himself.
Y/n sighed, bored with being stuck in this stupid van listening to their stupid conversation. She leaned her head back against the metal and close her eyes, attempting to block out the two boys voices.
“Does it do anything?”
“No, not that I know of.” Stiles squinted at the ground as if trying to replay every encounter he’d had with Jackson in his Kanima form.
“Can I use it to strangle you.” Jackson’s jaw tensed up. Y/n’s eyes popped open and head snapped up.
“Yeah, You still don’t believe me.” Stiles scoffed and he and y/n exchanged the same annoyed glance before they both turned back to Jackson.
Y/n sat up straight, leaning forward so her elbows were on top of her knees.
“The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?” She questioned.
“I went home.” Jackson answered as if it should be obvious.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, you bitch. What the hell else would I do?”
“Hey don’t be a dick to her.” Stiles immediately snapped at Jackson in her defense.
“It’s alright I can handle it.” She whispered towards Stiles.
“Yeah, Yeah I know you can handle it you just shouldn’t have to.” He looked at her as he spoke.
She just smiled lightly at him before turning back to Jackson. She pulled her Chinese daggers back out and stood up to walk towards Jackson.
Quickly, she stabbed both of them on either sides of his legs. She didn’t actually want to hurt him, but she definitely wanted to scare him.
He jumped, his wide eyes not able to look anywhere else besides straight into her determined ones.
“You attacked Stiles, Derek and I at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic- right in front of Stiles-”
“Which was lovely, thank you.” Stiles interrupted before Y/n continued.
“And one of the Argent’s hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny. Your best friend.” She finished. Voice completely calm and level the entire time. Which if you asked Jackson it was worse than her yelling.
“Why would I try to kill my best friend?” Jackson shot back as Y/n sat back down next to Stiles.
“Well, that’s what Scott’s trying to figure out right now.”
Stiles sighed and checked his phone.
“Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out how he’s going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!” Jackson’s words echoed throughout the small van.
“All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the full moon, what happened?”
“Nothing. Nothing happened.”
Stiles and Y/n decided they needed to get out of the van that they’d been locked in for hours on end with possibly their least favorite person.
Y/n waited anxiously for Stiles to open the door. It finally swung open and he hopped out, with her not following too far behind.
As Y/n stood with outstretched arms, she was startled at the sound of Stiles’ voice.
“Oh my, god.” He panicked. Heartbeat returning to normal once they both realized it was Allison.
“They know.” She quickly stated, looking shaken and panicked.
“What?” Stiles replied.
“They know Jackson’s missing.”
Stiles’ first reaction was to hold up Jackson’s phone, which now has his fingerprint all over it. He looked at Y/n who was just staring back at him with fear in her eyes.
“All available units proceed to Beacon Hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until sheriff Stilinski’s arrival. Proceed with caution.”
All three of their heads snapped towards the the sound of the police radio from the van repeating the previous message over and over.
They all scrambled to get inside the van, Y/n squeezing between Allison and Stiles as her started the vehicle.
“Where are we going?” Y/n asked him.
“Somewhere very far from this.” He said as he aggressively threw Jackson’s phone out the window.
“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the Kanima, he’s definitely not going to remember stealing Danny’s tablet.” Scott spoke to Allison, y/n and Stiles.
“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles asked.
“What if someone else took it?” Allison suggested.
“Then somebody else knows what he is.” Y/n added, adding onto Allison’s theory.
“Which could mean someone’s protecting him.” Scott followed the theory further.
“Like the bestiary says, ‘the Kanima seeks a friend’ right?”
“Okay, hold on,” Stiles interjected “So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know? I mean, who would do that?”
“Somebody who wanted to protect him.” Allison answered Stiles questions but looked at Y/n, who nodded her head.
“There’s something else, Scott continued, “you said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?”
“No it can’t be. Tried to kill all of us, remember? I don’t know about you three, but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.” Stiles sarcastically replied, Y/n just rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think it was actually trying to kill us,” Y/n got Stiles’ attention, “Remember when we were at Isaac’s the first time?” She shifted her attention to Allison and Scott, “it went right past us, didn’t it?”
“You’re right, it just ran off.” Allison agreed.
“And it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage.” Scott pointed out to Stiles.
“Well, Yeah, but it tried to kill Y/n, Derek, and I in the pool.”
“Did it?” Y/n raised her eyebrows.
“It would’ve. It was waiting for us to come out.” Stiles still grasped to what he thought was true.
“What if if was trying to keep you in?” Scott tried to guide his friend to be on the same page as the rest of them.
“Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?” Allison laughed at his comment, and Y/n rested her hand on his arm for a split second before the conversation continued.
“Because there’s something else going on. We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything that’s going on with Jackson, or why someone’s protecting him.” Scott sighed.
“Know thy enemy.” Allison’s voice made all of them look in her direction.
“Just something my grandfather said.” She clarified when she looked up to see all their eyes on her.
“All right, I got it, kill Jackson. Problem solved.” Stiles smirked and dropped his arms to his sides.
“He risked his life for us, against Peter. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it’s funny”
“It doesn’t mean he’s still not worth saving.” Y/n argued, “I mean I hate him as much as anyone, but I would’ve died if he hadn’t gotten me to the hospital.”
Stiles looked at her slightly watery eyes as she recalled that night. She could learn to fight all she wanted, but nothing could prove how strong she was other than this moment. And he admired her for that.
“He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Scott reminded.
“So what?” Stiles rhetorically asked.
“So I didn’t either!” Scott all of the sudden yelled.
“You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody.”
“That’s his own fault.” Stiles replied calmly, no one had anything else to say because they knew he was right.
“Doesn’t matter. If we can save him, we have to try.”
Stiles and Y/n had left to go on a food run while Allison and Scott stayed behind to keep watch on Jackson. But it was getting dark out so they offered to go get some Mexican food.
Y/n stayed silent as Stiles drove, music playing lightly in the background. It felt really peaceful, the silence between them. Knowing that once they figured everything out with Jackson, once everything was all over, maybe they’d become something.
Y/n let her forehead rest against the window, watching all the houses and buildings pass quickly by. Then she saw a car that she would recognize anywhere.
“Wait stop.” She said but Stiles hadn’t quite heard her.
“Stiles stop the car.” She yelled, scaring the crap out of him but he slammed on the breaks.
“Y/n what the hell-” he was trying to ask but when he looked over her door was already open and she was walking quickly with a purpose. He hurriedly opened his door to follow.
Derek’s car was parked at the gas station, his back to them as he was waiting for it to be completely filled.
When Y/n saw him she was overcome with an overwhelming amount of anger, she really wasn’t acting like herself, but she couldn’t control it.
“Hey Derek!” She shouted once she was practically right behind him. He turned around with a confused expression to see who had said his name, but the expression left fast due to the teenage girl punched it off his face. Y/n instantly felt pain course through her fingers and up her arm.
“Woah Y/n-” she heard Stiles voice from a distance but ignored it anyway.
“I trusted you!” She screamed, anger taking all control of her body.
The passenger side door opened and Isaac stepped out quickly walking to the scene. Derek stood up and held his hand on his face, not saying anything.
“Why are you doing this? I thought you were on our side, my side. Don’t you have anything to say!” She yelled at him some more until Isaac stepped in front of her, grabbing the sides of her arms and forcing her to face him.
Her angry eyes stared into his ice blue ones, and they were both silent for a few second until he spoke.
“Y/n,” he whispered, “now is not the time, go home.”
She thrashed angrily and tried to shake herself out of his grasp, but she obviously couldn’t because of how much stronger he was.
“Y/n!” He repeated himself again, causing her to stop moving. Isaac saw that tears were streaming freely down her face, and for some reason that made him hurt too.
Stiles watched from behind her as Isaac’s thumbs stroked the sides of Y/n’s arms, and she visibly calmed down.
“Let Stiles take you home.” He whispered to her one more time.
She looked behind him and coldly stared at Derek. Sighing, she turned away and started walking back towards the jeep with both doors still flung open.
Just as she was about to step inside, she turned back to see Isaac still looking at her. The sounds of jeep starting up again breaking their gaze as she got back into the car with Stiles.
“We should probably just go back.” Stiles said calmly as he flipped the wheel around until they were headed back in the direction they came.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered making Stiles’ head snap quickly in her direction as if to reassure himself that he heard her voice. “I shouldn’t have done that, I- I don’t actually know why I did.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re human. We get angry, we feel betrayal. Also he’s an ass so you have nothing to apologize for.” Stiles tried to lighten up the made as she still had tear stains on her cheeks, he smiled at his success when y/n laughed quietly.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, but Stiles had a question creeping in the back of his mind. Hands gripping the steering wheel tighter he decided to ask her anyway.
“So uh, what, what happened between you and Isaac?”
Her eyebrows furrowed as Y/n turned to look at Stiles, who’s eyes were positioned straight ahead on the road.
“What do you mean?” She asked confused.
“I- I don’t know, you know what nevermind let’s just drop it.”
They sat in silence for the rest of the way, honestly it was because Y/n had no idea what to say. She didn’t even know what he was talking about.
Stiles and Y/n ran towards Allison’s car once they realized that Jackson had escaped from the van they had been keeping him in.
They approached the window to see Allison lying in Scott’s arms.
Y/n hesitantly knocked on the window, causing the couple to jump wide awake. Scott quickly rolled down the window while Allison looked away, obviously embarrassed.
“You guys might wanna take a look at this.” Sighed Stiles.
They hurriedly got dressed and met Stiles and Y/n in front of the open doors of the van.
“I have to tell my father. Scott. He’s going to kill someone.” Allison’s voice shook as tears threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes.
“Okay, tell him. Tell him everything.” Scott reassured her.
“Scott, I gotta tell mine too.” Stiles spoke from behind Y/n.
“This is all my fault.” Scott sighed as he aggressively ran both hands through his hair.
“It’s not.” Y/n immediately rushed to her brother and put her hand on his arm trying to calm him down.
“We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.” Allison said as an attempt to reassure Scott that this was out of his control.
“How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?” Y/n turned around to face Stiles.
“I don’t know.” He honestly answered her.
“He’ll believe me.” Scott said as his eyes illuminated gold.
Scott and Stiles went to go get his dad while Y/n and Allison traveled to the Argent residence to try and figure out more about the creature that Jackson spontaneously turns into.
They ran up the stairs, skipping every other until they reached Allison’s room. Allison flipped on the lights and both girls gasped, nearly having a heart attack.
“You scared the hell outta us.” Allison expressed as she walked right past Lydia to her laptop.
“I’ve been sitting here for an hour, waiting for you.” Lydia replied. Glancing Y/n up and down as she talked to Allison.
“I can’t hang out right now, Lydia.” Allison dismissed her best friend.
“ I don’t need anyone to hang out with. I need someone to talk to.”
“I- I understand that it’s important, but if it can just wait-”
“Why is everyone always telling me to wait? Why can’t anyone have ‘right now’ available?” Lydia complained.
“Because you can’t have everything right now. You know what I need? I need someone to translate five pages of archaic Latin. Obviously, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.” Allison snapped at Lydia, which really caught Y/n by surprise but she had to restrain herself from laughing.
“I know Archaic Latin.” She strawberry blonde confidently stated.
“You know Archaic Latin?” Allison and Y/n asked rhetorically in unison.
“I got bored with Classical Latin.” The girl shrugged.
“Just how smart are you?” Y/n whispered. But Lydia just looked at her and smiled devilishly and walked towards the computer screen that Allison had pulled up. Y/n just rolled her eyes and followed until she was next to Allison while they both stood behind Lydia.
“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “Ms. Morrell said that word means ‘friend.’ The Kanima seeks a friend.” She nodded her head, how could they have been so wrong.
“She was wrong, it means ‘master.’” Lydia clarified as she sat back in her seat.
“The Kanima seeks a master.” Allison whispered, meeting Y/n eyes that were probably as wide as hers.
Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping bandages around her knuckles that were covered in dried blood from Derek’s face.
She placed her elbows on her knees and let her head fall in her hands. She audibly sighed. This was too much. All of this is too much.
Her eyes fell shut as she sat there and began to feel overwhelmed with exhaustion. Trying hard not to replay the last couple of days in her head.
However, she was distracted when she heard a slight creak in her bedroom floor near the window.
Her eyes snapped open and she slowly lifted her head. Her daggers were on the floor next to her feat and she quickly formed a plan. Instantly she bent down and grabbed them, swiftly spinning around to face the possible intruder with the daggers positioned in her hands.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She yelled at Isaac as he stood in front of her with his hands up in surrender.
“You don’t have to go all Wonder Woman on me, okay, I’m just here to check on you.” He stated sarcastically as he put his hands down.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she relaxed her body and threw her weapons on her bedsheets.
“And why would I need you to check on me?” She raised her eyebrows at him.
He shifted uncomfortably looking down at his feet.
“Look,” he started, “What you did today. I know why you did it, but it can’t happen again.”
“Holy crap, did Derek send you here-”
“No he has no idea that I’m here. If he did He would kill me. I’m not here for him I’m here for you.”
He almost yelled at her, she stood silent from being too shocked.
She watched his eyes shift down to her bandaged hand, she immediately moved it behind her back and avoided his gaze.
Without warning he walked towards her and gently grabbed her injured arm, lifting it up until his fingers lightly traced over her bandaged ones.
“I’m here because you got hurt, and if you lose control like that again, it could be worse. We can’t let that happen now can we?”
She didn’t answer as she just stared straight at him. What the hell was happening?
“Even humans need an anchor.” He whispered as he hauntingly stared into her eyes. For a second, he wanted to kiss her. But he knew that was too much.
He dropped her hand and walked back towards her open window. He got one leg out before her voice stopped him, “who’s yours?” She asked, “who brings you back when you lose control?”
He was silent, just smiling at her until he finally answered.
sooooo about twenty five people ended up showing up to our “small, impromptu picnic” but everyone contributed and we made it work. everyone seemed to have a great time and some seriously hilarious moments occurred (see above [the boys have sesame breadsticks in their mouths😂]). not too bad for our first backyard get together. tired & grateful. looking forward to a relaxing day off with hubs tomorrow.
Hufflepuff: “Look at my new friends!” Slytherin: “It’s a bird.” Hufflepuff: “YEAH. Friends!” Slytherin: “Wow. …You have friends that you haven’t scared off yet.” Hufflepuff: *pouting* “… …It’s because I haven’t tried to make them friendship bracelets yet.” Slytherin: “Oh my god I haven’t worn a friendship bracelet in, like, a decade.” Hufflepuff: “Aaaaah! I’LL MAKE YOU ONE.” Slytherin: “Oh I’m sure you will.”