Locked In [Derek Hale]

Locked In [Derek Hale]

Description: Derek locks Y/N in a closet. 

Y/N Y/L/N. 

Werewolf? No.

WereCoyote? No.

Banshee? No.

Kitsune? No.

Hellhound? No.

Human? Yes.

Huntress? Definitely.

Though she has the weapons, and skills to defend herself and others she felt constricted. Derek, Y/N's best friend is overprotective. Not just a 'No you're not going' overprotective. It is more along the lines of 'I will lock you in a room with no windows until I get back' overprotective.

That's where she's at now.

In a room.

With no windows.

And a locked door.

"Derek!" Y/N yells as she kicks the door. The pack is going after Void, and in their past meetings he had expressed his want to kill the woman. So, Derek decided to tie her hands up and lock her in a room.

"You're not going Y/N! I'm trying to keep you safe!"

"Yeah! And you better be keeping yourself safe because when I get out of here I'm going to kill you!" She shouts, getting even more irritated.

"You don't mean that." Derek's voice softens.

"I know I don't mean that, but seriously Der! You had to tie my hands?!"

"You'd break the door down if I didn't."

Y/N looks down at her knife holster strapped to her thigh, and sighs when she sees it's missing.

"The knife too?" Derek chuckles and looks at his phone to see a text from Scott. "I have to go, ok? Don't try and break the door."

"Fine!" Derek smiles and starts to walk out the door. "But do me a favor and be careful!"

"I'll be fine."

"You better, because if you die I'll starve to death in here!"

"Funny Y/L/N."

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.

Mistakes [Jay Halstead & Will Halstead]

Description: Y/N and Jay are in a secret relationship. Will likes Y/N and makes a move on his brothers girl.

Y/N and Jay had been secretly dating for four months now, and it was going relatively well. They'd spend the night and most days off together, and have little dates at home. Which is what they'd done last night.

Y/N locks her apartment door and follows Jay into the hallway.

"Ready?" Jay asks. Y/N nods and they interlace their fingers before they start walking.

Jay walks Y/N to her car and they stand outside of it for a few seconds.

"Be careful today please. I don't need you showing up in the ED with a GSW."

"Can't make any promises, but I'll try my best." He chuckles then kisses her forehead. "You be careful too. Don't try to fight grown men if they are on steroids."

"Will do." Y/N laughs. She looks at her watch and sighs. This was her least favorite part of the day. "I'll see you later, ok?" Jay nods and gives her one last kiss before he opens her door for her and closes it once she gets in and starts the vehicle. He doesn't make his way to his vehicle until she's made it out of the parking lot.

§§§

Y/N and Will were working on a young boy who'd been brought in, obviously assaulted. They'd called for the police to come to the hospital, but then they got dragged into questioning from the head of the hospital.

They'd finally made it into the break room for they're lunch when Y/N caught Will staring at her.

"You ok Halstead?" She asks as she sits down next to him.

"Yeah." He clears his throat and looks away. "Just thinking about some things."

"What things? I could probably help." Y/N offers and sits her lunch on the coffee table.

"Well. I uh-." He hesitates. "There's this girl I like. I've liked her for a while now, but I don't know much about her, like if she's single, because she tends to like having her business broadcasted to the whole city of Chicago." He pauses. "She sort of acts like she might feel the same way, but I'm not sure if it's just how it seems to me."

Y/N thinks for a minute.

"I could tell him how I found out Jay liked me. I mean telling one person about us wouldn't be terrible, besides, he's his brother."

"Well, you could try making a move on her, but a subtle one, you know? So it's like if she responds well to it, she most definitely is attracted to you, but if not, she'll think of it as a friendly gesture." Y/N explains. Will nods and they sit there for a few moments in silence before Y/N starts to speak again. "I actually want to tell you something. I'm-." She gets cut off by Will smashing his lips onto hers. Y/N squeaks and jumps up from the couch. She covers her mouth with her hand. "-Dating your brother!" She finishes.

§§§

Jay has seen it all. He was the Detective sent to get information from the boy, and Maggie had told him where both you and Will were.

Well, he didn't see it all. Just the part that makes it look like Y/N kissed his brother.

For the rest of the day, Y/N didn't hear anything from Jay, and when she went to his place that evening, she didn't expect grumpy Jay.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Y/N asks as she sees Jay's grumpy demeanor.

"You should know." He states coldly.

"Ok?" She drags.

Had he seen what happened?

"You kissed my brother."

Yep. He saw.

"Jay. That wasn't at all what it looked like." Y/N says.

"Well to me, it looked like exactly what I saw." Jay retorts.

"I didn't want you to see it." Y/N whispers and rubs her temples.

"So you did kiss Will?!"

"No! Of course not! Will said he was having trouble telling if a girl he liked felt the same way, and I decided to tell him about us to use you as an example, but before I could get it out he kissed me!" Y/N exclaims, using her hands for special effect. "I'd never do that to you, and neither would Will! It was a mistake."

"But, you guys were so close to each other-." Jay cuts himself off.

"I was just trying to be a good friend, Jay." She says softly. "I love you. I'd never, ever, do that to you."

Jay looks at her, surprised.

That was the first time she's told him she loves him.

"It's ok. I get it." Jay says. "I guess I was just worried that I lost you to my own brother." He admits.

"No, never." Y/N hugs him and Jay just melts from her warm presence.

"And by the way. I love you too."

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."

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."

Big Sisters [Debbie Gallagher]

Description: Y/N is ready to beat someones ass to protect her little sister Debbie.

Warnings: Cussing.

The summer breeze was flowing through the house, people scattered all over. Y/N Gallagher herself was sitting at the counter looking at some bills and deciding which one to pay first.

The front door flew open and slammed shut. Y/N looked up to see who it was, but the person had already stomped up the stairs and slammed another door. She picked up the bill and the cash she had set out and walked out into the living room.

"Carl who was that?"

"Don't know."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her younger brother.

"Well can you keep an eye on them while I go find out please?" She gestures to the children sitting around the room.

"Sure."

Y/N makes her way upstairs and immediately spots her door, that wasn't shut when she was up there 15 minutes before. She walks over and softly knocks on the door.

"Debs? You okay?"

She doesn't get a reply but she hears her sniffles coming through the door. "Debbie, open the door."

Y/N backs away from the door and it pops open. She pushes it in all the way and sees the younger Gallagher sitting on her bed, still in her sundress and bikini, now full on sobbing. She kneels down in front of her sister and grabs her hands.

"Hey, what happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"They humiliated me!"

"Who? What did they do?"

"These girls at the pool. I just wanted to fit in."

"Debbie. What. Did. They. Do."

"They made it look like I had my period. It was just ketchup! Everyone laughed Y/N. Everyone." Debbie continues to sob. Y/N brings her sister into a hug

"Hey, don't let them get to you. You're a Gallagher, we're tough little bastards."

The next morning Fiona walks into the girls' room, but it's empty. So, she walks over to Lip's room, but he says he hasn't seen either of them. The other boys say the same thing. Fiona then walks downstairs into the kitchen where Mickey is drinking Orange Juice from the carton.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N and Debbie?"

"Yeah, left about 30 minutes ago."

"Did they say where they were going?"

"Yeah Y/N said she was going to beat a bitch."

"And you didn't stop her?!"

"No, she looked pissed off. Why the fuck would I get in the middle of that?!"

"Lip! Ian! Get down here we have to go to the pool!" Fiona yells.

Y/N is the nicest Gallagher, but she's scrappy. Especially when it comes to Carl, Debbie or Liam. They are little, they can't protect themselves.

"What the hell is going on?!" Ian asks as he, Lip, and Carl run down the stairs.

"Y/N and Debbie went to the pool."

"Hey, she also took the bat." Mickey nonchalantly adds.

"Oh shit."

Debbie sits on the lounge chair holding the bag as Y/N stands beside her pointing girls out.

"That one?"

"No."

"That one?"

"No."

"That one?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Stay here."

Y/N then proceeds to walk over to the other side of the pool where the girls are standing.

"Hello." Y/N smiles.

"What do you want?" The blonde asks.

"Why do you get off on humiliating pre-teen girls?"

"Excuse you?" The brunette chuckles.

"No. Excuse you." Y/N brings her fist up and clocks her in the face, knocking her down to the ground.

"Hey-!" She then pulls the blondes head down to her knee and knees her in the face. She then proceeds to grab her by the hair and toss her into the pool.

The rest of the Gallagher clan arrives just as Y/N knees the blonde in the face.

"Fuck."

"That's gonna hurt."

"Shit."