Bedtime [Brett Talbot]

Bedtime [Brett Talbot]

Description: Brett is cute when he is sleepy. 

"Go to sleep." Y/N whispers to her boyfriend. Who is currently awake at four in the morning and has not went to sleep yet. 

"I can't." Brett replies pressing the continue button on Netflix.

"Why the hell not?" Y/N leans up.

"Because I'm not tired." Brett smiles over to the girl.

"You woke up early yesterday, went to school, had lacrosse practice, went for a run, and you spent time with Stiles. How are you not tired?"

"I don't know, I'm just not tired." Brett chuckles. Y/N sits for a few seconds thinking. Then she straddles Brett. "I like how this is going." Before he can kiss her, Y/N pulls a pillow from her side and starts hitting him with it. "Ok. Never mind! I don't like how this is going!"

"Go!" Hit. "To!" Hit. "Sleep!" Hit.

Brett grabs the pillow before she can hit him again.

"I'll go to sleep if you give me a kiss." Y/N leans down and gives Brett a quick kiss. "That was lame."

"You are so annoying." She groans and leans back down.

"But you love me." Y/N gets off Brett and burrows into her comforter.

"Unfortunately, yes I do"

Hit.

"Ow, you asshole!"

"Go to sleep!"

One Guy [Ethan Dolan]

Description: Y/N is in love with a twin, but not who you think.

A/N: Inspired by googledol’s edit on instagram. 

"There was this one guy. Smart,"

"Gray! That was amazing!" Y/N yells as she runs to hug him. She had asked him to help fix her dirt bike. She broke something while riding deep in the trails behind her house and even her dad couldn't figure it out, and her dad could fix literally anything.

Grayson had taken it back to his house and spent the whole night before looking through it, trying to pinpoint what was wrong with the thing.

After multiple curse words being used, finger pinches and dropped tools he figured it out.

The next morning he pulled into the Y/L/N's driveway at exactly ten thirty a.m. Y/N was already out riding her four wheeler when she saw Grayson's truck stop.

She drove up to him and jumped off. "Hey! You couldn't figure it out either, could you?" She gestures to her bike in the bed of the truck. Grayson chuckles and jumps into the bed.

"Help me get it down and onto the track and we'll see."

Once they got the dirt bike out on the trail Grayson said he'd test it out for her. Y/N waited over the hill that they'd made for jumps and she hears Grayson start it up. He revved it a couple of times and then sped down the trail and over the hill, doing a jump and landing close to her.

"Gray! That was amazing!" Y/N yells as she runs to hug him. "Oh my god! I can't believe you got it to work! You're so smart, thank you!"

"Loyal."

Y/N's date had ditched her. Again.

The first time he had said he got sick, and she believed him because a respiratory virus had been going around lately. This time she didn't know what'd happened. She received no text, call, anything. She just stood there, outside of the restaurant they were supposed to meet at and waited for an hour. The place was a good thirty to forty minutes away from her house depending on traffic and it had just started raining.

She gets in her car and sends the boy, Daniel, a text saying she was leaving, and she doesn't want to talk to him again. She puts her phone down and buckles her seatbelt, then puts her foot on the brake to press start her car. She presses the button and nothing happens. She tries two more times to make sure she isn't crazy and again, nothing happens. She punches the steering wheel and tears well up in her eyes.

'Of course this happens. I've already had a shitty day.' She thinks.

It can't be the key fob battery. She had just replaced that. So, it had to be something wrong with the car itself. She grabs her phone and texts her dad. He and her mother went out of town yesterday for a convention in Florida. She told him what was going on and he texted back saying he was calling a tow truck for her, but she'd need to get a ride because her parents didn't trust Uber's.

Y/N sighs and leans back in her seat, going through her brain to see who she could call to pick her up. Grayson, is on a date. Ethan, is at home with the respiratory virus. Her Uncle is on vacation. Her friends are all at parties, most definitely drunk.

She's stranded at a damn steakhouse.

"I could text Grayson and ask him indirectly if he's still on his date." She says to herself and grabs her phone.

Y/N Y/L/N

Hey Gray, how did your date go?

He texts back immediately.

Grayson Dolan

Ugh, don't get me started. How's yours going?

"Oh thank god." She mumbles.

Y/N Y/L/N

Well I've been stood up again and now my car won't start, so I'm sitting in the parking lot, stranded until the tow truck gets here.

Grayson Dolan

I'm on my way.

Once Grayson arrives the man had just finished loading her car up. She thanks him and then runs to Grayson's car so she doesn't get anymore drenched than she is. She gets in and buckles her seatbelt and then sees the water on the seats.

"Sorry about the water, and thank you for picking me up."

"It's ok babe, they're leather. And you're welcome, gave me an excuse to leave anyway."

Her eyes widen and she turns to him. "Gray, you were still on your date?! You didn't have to leave to come pick me up!"

Grayson chuckles and shakes his head. "You're my partner in crime. I'd drop everything for you."

"And, he was also, well, unique."

"This one is for the boys with the booming system! Top down, AC with the cooler system! When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up got stacks on deck like he savin' up!" Grayson screams at the top of his lungs while he raps to Nicki Minaj's "Super Bass". Y/N laughs as she records him to put on her Snapchat.

'He doesn't even know I'm standing behind him.' She captions it.

After it's posted Grayson turns around, acting like his hand is a microphone and stops singing.

"Oh shit!" He exclaims.

"Just trust me on this one.We were incompatible."

They were so different. Grayson was shy, not really outgoing. And she would never hold that against him, but she was adventurous, talking to random people all of the time, wanting to take risks.

Opposites attract, but maybe not romantically.

"You said one guy. Am I to assume there were more?" Y/N's grandmother asks.

"Well... There was this other guy." She replies.

Grayson's twin, and Y/N's other absolute best friend, Ethan. She's been crushing on Ethan since seventh grade. He was smart, loyal, unique, loud and adventurous. They were basically the same person, just different genders.

"Hey pretty girl." Ah. His infamous nickname for her.

"Hey pretty boy." She smiles.

They're soulmates.

Fireflies [Scott McCall]

Description: Scott and Y/N fight off Boyd and Cora while they are under the influence of the full moon.

Warnings: I don't there are any for once. 

"Y/N! Look out!" Scott yells as he fights off Boyd. Y/N turns to the side and sees Cora approaching quickly. She flicks out her claws and growls, challenging the rogue wolf. Cora immediately replies by lunging at her sister. If Cora was occupied trying to rip her sisters throat out, that meant she wasn't killing an innocent person.

Y/N grabs Cora's arm, twists it backwards and breaks it, knowing it won't heal until Cora stops and sets it. She howls out in pain and immediately recovers. She uses her other arm to claw Y/N's legs, making her wobble for a split second before tackling her sister to the ground. Y/N grabs Cora's arms, trying to pin her down.

"Cora, stop! I know you don't want to do this!" Y/N's voice is almost demonic as she has fully shifted to keep Cora somewhat under control and to boost her strength. Cora's eyes flicker to brown before turning yellow again. Y/N let her guard down, also shifting her eyes back from their bright blue, but just as she did that, Cora started up again.

Y/N gets thrown to the ground and is jumped on by her sister. Cora starts slashing at her upper body. Y/N lets a deep growl out before forcefully pushing Cora off of her and onto the ground.

Scott had been watching Y/N and Cora while he was with Isaac and Derek fighting off Boyd. He knew Cora was just as angry as Boyd and Y/N was by herself. Y/N jumped up off the ground and Scott saw the deep wounds healing through the rips in her shirt. Cora jumps on her sister again, this time biting her shoulder. Y/N struggles to get her off. Scott runs over, grabs Cora by the back of the neck and throws her into a tree.

Boyd and Cora end up running off and the four werewolves stand by each other.

"What were you thinking, taking her on by yourself?!" Scott exclaims.

"I was stopping her from doing something she'd regret." Y/N flashes her blue eyes towards him.

"She could've killed you." Isaac states.

"Are you two that dense that I have to explain what I was doing?! I kept her from killing an innocent person!"

Although Derek didn't want yet another of his sisters to be dead, he knew Y/N was trying to protect Cora.

"She was about to rip your throat out!"

"I don't need you to tell me what she was about to do." Y/N turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction. "I can take care of myself just fine."

And as Y/N walked away a bright firefly landed on her shoulder.

Training [Isaac Lahey]

Description: Y/N and the pack have a training session.

Warnings: Use of weapons.

Y/N, Isaac, and the rest of the pack had decided to do a “training” day. Mostly for Scott’s Beta, Liam, but it was for everyone; especially with the hunters around. Y/N herself wasn’t a supernatural, but she is a hunter, along with Allison, so they were paired up with each other in addition to Stiles with his bat.

The three humans stayed over by the cars while the others found a hiding spot. After five minutes Scott called Allison and they walked into the woods. Y/N’s weapons of choice were a bow, knives and homemade wolfsbane canisters. Those were just for fun though.

“Y/N, Stiles and I are going this way, you go the other.” Allison whispered. Y/N nodded in response and pulled the bottom of her arrow back to where it hit her cheekbone, ready to fire at anytime.

Malia was the first to advance on the hunter but was thrown back by an arrow ripping through the flesh of her thigh.

“Try something more unexpected.” Y/N whispered. She heard a tree branch snap and turned around throwing a knife and hitting Liam in the shoulder and sticking him to the tree.

After watching the two others try to sneak up on his armed girlfriend, Isaac decided to do something new. As he hid on a long branch just above the girl he decided his best attack would be to drop down.

After Y/N battled off Scott and Liam she was facing away from Isaac, giving him the perfect chance to surprise her. He jumped down and before he could move a muscle Y/N already had him on the floor with a knife to his neck.

“That didn’t work.” Isaac mutters. Y/N chuckles and puts her knife back in her thigh holster and leans back down to press her lips to Isaac’s.

“No it didn’t, but it was a good idea babe.” Y/N stands up and holds her hand out for her boyfriend, who grabs it and stands himself up.

“That was good. Who wants to go again?” Scott asks. Isaac leans down to Y/N’s ear and whispers.

“That was hot.” Y/N grins. “We should blow off training and go back to your house.” Isaac hints. Y/N continues to stare straight ahead.

“Not a chance, Lahey.”

Stitches [Dean Winchester]

Description: Y/N stitches up Dean after a hunt.

The Impala goes around a sharp curve and Dean groans as he slides in his seat.

"If I die, I'm never speaking to you again."

"No shit." Y/N deadpans from the drivers seat. Dean groans again as the car straightens out. "Dean it's literally a top layer cut. You're going to be fine."

"Woman-."

§§§

"Alright, Winchester. Take off your shirt, and hop up on the counter."

"You're bossy." Dean says as he pulls his shirt over his head. Y/N turns to grab a vial of lidocaine, a needle and a stitch kit. She squats down to grab a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide and Dean trails his eyes down her backside. She turns back to him and Dean diverts his eyes quickly.

"You've got to be when you're dealing with a Winchester." She smirks. Dean rolls his eyes and scoots back further on the counter. Y/N grabs a rag and sets it under the cut. "Ready?" Dean nods and Y/N starts squirting the peroxide into his cut.

"Son of a bitch." Dean hisses.

"Would you just hold still?" Y/N asks as she presses the tip of the needle inside his cut.

"I'm sorry I don't like needles."

"It could be worse. I'm going in through the cut, not breaking skin again, and I'm going slow so it doesn't burn." Y/N says as she injects the lidocaine in different areas.

Dean admires her features as she gets ready to stitch him up. Beautiful smile, gorgeous eyes. How could someone not be attracted to a woman like her? She's beautiful, feisty, incredibly strong and very intelligent. Not the best driver, but everyone has their faults.

"Last time someone looked at me like that, Winchester, I got laid."

"Do you want to get laid?" Dean smirks.

"Always." Y/N glances up at him through her eyelashes. Then before Dean could reply, she stuck the needle through his skin.

After the last stitch is done, Y/N stands up and is face to face with Dean. Dean looks into her eyes and then to her lips. He experiments by leaning and closer, as does she. Once their lips press together, Dean lets out a deep breath. He pulls away, but their faces stay close together.

"Thank you." Y/N nods and backs away to put her supplies back in their bag. Dean jumps off the counter and grabs her by the waist. Y/N drops everything on the floor and turns to him. He presses his body into hers and grabs her ass. "Up." Y/N jumps and wraps her legs around his waist. He walks over to the counter and places her on it, then pushes her legs apart and stands between them. He grabs the back of her neck and starts kissing her again. Y/N reaches her arms around his neck and puts her hand in his hair. Dean pulls away for a second. "Are you ok with this?" Y/N looks up to the ceiling and Dean starts kissing her neck.

"More than ok." She breathes.

§§§

The morning after they woke up and packed their stuff up, considering they had to go back home today. Y/N and Dean took a shower together to "Save water". Deans idea.

While Dean was shaving, Y/N got dressed. She had her normal outfit, consisting of a pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of boots, but she was missing a shirt. Hers were all dirty, mostly with blood, dirt or whatever else decided to get on her shirt while hunting. She thought for a second.

I can't go shirtless.

Then she looked around the room and spotted Dean's bag.

Yahtzee.

Dean always overpacked. So, she walked over and unzipped his bag.

"Clean clothes are always on top."

She finds a green shirt and nods. She zips Dean's bag and puts the shirt on, she tucks it into her jeans so it's not as noticeable.

After a while Dean walks out, ready to go.

"Ready sweetheart?" Y/N nods and grabs her bags. Dean notices something as she walks past. She smells like him. Didn't she take a shower? Then he recognizes the shirt. The one he was going to wear today, but he decided on the blue one instead. "Is that my shirt?"

"Uh huh." Y/N nods as she smirks at Dean.

"You know, if it were anyone else I'd be mad. But you just look so beautiful in my clothes." Dean walks over and kisses her cheek before grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.

"My shirts were dirty."

"We should just get rid of all of your shirts."

Pick Me [Stiles Stilinski & Isaac Lahey]

Description: Stiles is in love with Y/N but she’s not in love with him. 

"He is so cute." Y/N thinks as she watches Isaac Lahey stands next to Scott on the Lacrosse field. She didn't normally sit there and watch them practice because that's creepy, but Stiles needed a ride home because Roscoe is in the shop, so she waited for him. Stiles was currently practicing his shots and kept bouncing the ball off of the goalies helmet. Isaac and Scott laugh at her friends attempts at making a goal. "He has an adorable laugh, beautiful heart, gorgeous face and he's snarky, just like me. We'd be a perfect match." She thinks again.

After a while Coach Finstock finally calls practice for the day Stiles trudges over to his friend.

"Good practice Stiles." Y/N says with a smile.

"Yeah, ok." Stiles snorts.

"Oh come on Mieczyslaw, you're human. Cut yourself some slack. Scott and Isaac are on werewolf steroids, so that's not really fair." Stiles looks at her for a second before nodding. He shoves his gloves in his bag then turns to her.

"Again with the first name. How many times do I have to tell you to stop saying that." He whines.

"For the rest of our lives Mieczyslaw. See, rolls right off the tongue." Y/N chuckles. "Anyways, did Isaac say anything to you about me?" She asks hopefully.Earlier, Y/N and Stiles made a deal, that if she gave him rides until his Jeep was finished, he'd ask Isaac about her.

"Yeah, he uh, said it was sweet of you to give me rides and you look nice today." Stiles says as he rips his cleats off. He doesn't want to do this, but Y/N really likes Isaac and he'd never be able to tell her no. Y/N blushes and looks down at the ground. "We should go. I have homework." Y/N nods and grabs her bag. She leads Stiles to her car and gets in after putting her bag in the backseat.

On the way to Stiles' house Y/N turns to him. "I feel like I should talk to him. Should I talk to him? It might be a bad idea." She rambles. Stiles looks over at her and smiles. They have a lot in common.

"You should. I think he likes you." He says.

"That or it's his flirty personality." Stiles thinks.

"Are you sure? I really like him and I don't want to screw everything up."

"I am 99.9% sure he has feelings for you too." Stiles sighs. After that Y/N pulls up in front of Stiles' house and he gets out immediately and throws a 'Thanks' over his shoulder. "Why can't she be in love with me." He mutters.

Y/N pulls away and starts thinking. "I feel confident. I should probably do this now." So she turns onto Scott's street.

§§§

Once she makes it to Scott's, after sitting in her car for a minute, making sure she looks ok, she walks up to the front door. She hears music coming from inside, so she rings the doorbell. After a minute she rings it again. After three minutes she puts her hand on the doorknob and turns it to find out it's unlocked. She walks in and closes the door behind her. Obviously the music is so loud Isaac can't even hear over it, even with his enhanced hearing. She follows the sound up to Isaac's door and knocks on it.

"Isaac, it's Y/N, can I come in?" After no one answers she gets worried and twists the handle to push the door open. Her eyes immediately land on Isaac on top of Allison, who is shirtless and has one bra strap off. They are making out. Y/N drops her keys that she'd held in her hand and puts her palm over her mouth. "Oh my god."

Isaac jumps up and looks over at her. He turns his music down and Allison covers herself up.

"Y/N, what the hell?! Don't you know how to knock?!" He yells.

Y/N bends down and grabs her keys quickly. "I did. I'm sorry. I-I rang the doorbell and no one answered and I got worried so I walked in and you didn't answer when I knocked so I thought you were hurt or something." She rushes.

"I'm fine. What do you want? I'm kind of busy here." Isaac replies in a cold tone.

He's never been like this.

Y/N stares at Isaac before opening her mouth. "Nice to know we feel differently about each other." She snarls. She turns and runs down the stairs. She slams the front door on her way out and her tires screech as she pulls away from the curb. All with tears running down her face.

§§§

"He lead me on! He acted like he had feelings for me! When does a boy ever give flowers to a girl he doesn't like?" Y/N rants to Stiles. Stiles just sits on his computer chair as she paces his room. "No guy will ever love me. Am I that bad?"

"I do." Stiles whispers, he didn't think she'd hear it, but of course in true Y/N Y/L/N fashion, she did.

"What was that?" She asks.

Stiles' eyes widen and he decides this is it.

He's finally going to tell her he loves her.

"I do. I love you!" He exclaims and pushes off of his chair. "So, pick me. Choose me. Love me." He says.

Y/N looks at him for a few seconds before dropping her eyes to the floor. "Stiles. I can't."

"Well there goes my heart."