Gut Feelings [Newt]

Gut Feelings [Newt]

Description: Y/N’s gut feelings strike again.

Warnings: Cranks. They are creepy as hell. 

Y/N and the rest of the group had just escaped Wicked, again. Teresa directed them into what looked like an abandoned mall and they split up to get supplies. Y/N went with Teresa while Newt, Frypan, Aris, and Winston were a couple of feet away.

She quickly found a grey t-shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, a Army green jacket, a bandana and a new pair of combat boots. She grabbed some extra clothes, shoving them into the bag she found before going over by the boys and grabbing some supplies. Newt, Frypan and Aris watched as the girl fumbled with shaky hands.

Y/N had a feeling, and it wasn't a good one.

Newt had continued to watch her for another minute or two before deciding to go over to her.

"Why are you shaking?" The familiar voice pulls Y/N's attention away from opening the knife holster in her hands.

She sighs and looks up at the blonde boy.

"This place is just giving me a feeling."

"What type of feeling, love?"

"Like something bad is going to happen."

"Is it paranoia, or a gut feeling?" Newt asks.

"Gut feeling."

Over the years Y/N and Newt had learned to trust her gut feelings, because somehow, they were always right.

"Alright, we'll pack up and get going as soon as Thomas and Minho get back." Y/N nods and zips up her bag, but as she goes to stand up the power turns on.

"What's going on?" Frypan asks. Aris, Winston and Teresa gather around the three with their supplies.

"We need to find Thomas and Minho and get the hell out of here." And as if on cue Thomas and Minho came running and screaming while being chased by cranks telling the group to run.

Y/N was right. They should've left, and now they've lost Winston.

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.

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."

Panic [Stiles Stilinski]

Description: Stiles and Y/N crash. 

Warnings: Panic attack, blood. 

It was storming. The car that went around the curve was speeding. The headlights weren't on. He should've known better than to speed like that. 

Stiles opened his eyes and groaned. His body felt like it had been thrown against a brick wall a thousand times. He finally looks around. He is hanging in his seat, only restrained by the seatbelt. Something shifts on the passenger side and lets out a whimper

"Stiles? Are you alright?" Stiles turns his head to his girlfriend. She's laying on her side, surrounded by shattered glass, blood and clutching a wound on her stomach.

"Oh god. Y/N you need to stay awake, help is coming!"

"Stiles, I don't know how much longer I can do that."

"No you're going to stay awake." Stiles maneuvers himself to where he can jump down without landing on her and sits beside her. Y/N's eyes are closed, and her body is limp.

§§§

"Stiles?!" Sheriff Stilinski called out for his son. This has always been his worst nightmare. To be the first on the scene of a bad crash to see his sons blue jeep. Now that nightmare is a reality.

The jeep is laid on the passenger side with shattered glass laying all around it. It is smashed and scraped signaling the points as to where it fell before it came to a complete stop by the rock wall.

"Dad!" Stiles voice comes from inside the jeep. The older Stilinski runs over, climbs on top of the jeep and peers down through the drivers door. Stiles is sitting on the ground holding pressure on Y/N's abdomen where blood is still gushing out. "You have to help her. Please dad!" Stiles cries.

The car directed its hit into the passenger side, where Y/N is still buckled in laying on her side unconscious.

"It wont stop! I don't think its supposed to be coming out this fast!"

Stiles could feel it coming on. His pulse is raised. His breathing is fast and ragged. It's been happening a lot lately.

It is a panic attack.

"The ambulance is on its way. Are you okay?" Stiles has a few cuts and bruises, but other than that he is fine.

"I'm fine, I-I just need to get her out of here."

Eventually Y/N was pulled out of the jeep and rushed to the hospital, but Stiles stood in front of the jeep looking down at his hands.

Still covered in her blood.

Scott showed up and was talking to Parrish when he heard Stiles' heartbeat and breathing. He walked over to his best friend and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stiles?"

But Stiles was in his own world, trying to calm himself down.

"Stiles!" Stiles grabbed his chest as hit heaved, trying to get a full breath in.

"I-I breathe. I can't." He took a shaky breath and tried again.

"I cant breathe."

Pain [Jay Halstead]

Description: Y/N gets shot during a standoff. 

Warnings: Guns, blood, cussing probably.

Shots rang out as Intelligence tried to catch their subject. Justin Smith. He's killed seven people. He was discharged from the Marines under Dishonorable Conditions for shooting a man in Afghanistan. He's ruthless and he's got impeccable aim, so the team was really on edge.

"Y/L/N!" Voight yells. "You and Halstead move!" He demands.

Y/N and Jay were partners. They knew each other before they were partnered up considering they used to live on the same street, but they worked well together and got the job done.

Y/N moves behind Jay so she can cover him while he runs behind the wall to get closer to Smith. She holds her gun up and rests her hand on the back of Jays vest. He takes off and is safe in a matter of seconds.

Smith ducks down and Y/N takes her chance to run for it, but while she does that Smith shoots her in the leg with a sniper rifle. She shoots at him as she falls to the ground and she hits his shoulder.

"Y/N!" Jay yells.

"Halstead go! I'll cover you!" Atwater yells over the commotion. Jay runs over and grabs Y/N's vest, normally she'd hold her hand out so he didn't have to be exposed for long, but she passed out from hitting the ground hard.

He drags her behind the wall and collapses to the ground with her. Jay props her up and takes her thigh holster off so he can have access to her wound. It's a through and through, but it's bleeding heavily, so there's a good chance Smith hit her femoral artery. Jay reaches for his radio and keys it.

"Intelligence to Main."

"Go ahead Intelligence."

"Officer down. Through and through in the left thigh, possible femoral artery involvement. Have a Ambulance stage a block away from our location." He shouts over the gunfire. He puts the radio back and grabs his knife. He cuts the sleeve of Y/N's shirt off and makes it into a tourniquet. He twists it tight and Y/N groans in pain.

"Stop. Stop." She tries to push his hands away but Jay keeps his hands in place. "Stop." He looks up to see her face has paled significantly, she has bags under her eyes and she's sweating. His eyes widen and he swallows hard.

"I know it hurts." He breathes. "Just a little while longer. Ok?" She doesn't answer so he looks up again. She's slumped over with her eyes closed. Jay reaches up and presses his fingers to her carotid artery. Her pulse is there, but it's faint and slowing down.

"Voight!" He yells into his radio. "I need cover, she's bleeding out!"

"Atwater! Lindsay! Cover Halstead!" Voight orders. Kevin and Erin keep their guns on Smith and Jay throws Y/N over his shoulder and runs towards the door. Once he makes it out he grabs his radio again.

"Main where's our ambulance staged?!"

"Intersection of Main and Lake Shore." Jay turns and sprints to the ambulances location.

Once he turns the corner of Main street the paramedics get out and open up the back doors.

"Detective Y/N Y/L/N, twenty-five years old, GSW to the left thigh, definite Femoral Artery involvement, pulse is weak." He jumps in the back and puts her on the cot.

"Alright, off to Med."

§§§

It's been two hours. Two hours of waiting and pacing. Will had taken Y/N up to the OR after they got to the hospital. Jay felt a little bit better knowing it was his brother looking after her, and he knew Will would do everything to save her because Will knew how Jay felt about his partner. He's in love with her.

The rest of Intelligence had to go back to the district because they caught another case, but Jay was told to stay and wait for an update. Jay was nervous. He didn't know if he had the tourniquet tight enough, or if he had waited too long to get her out of the situation. He was about to go ask the nurse at the desk if she knew Y/N's condition when Will walked out.

"Hey, is she ok?" Jay asks.

"She's fine, we repaired her artery and gave her some blood back. She's awake and asking to see you." Jay sighs in relief. He puts his hand out to Will and he shakes his hand while pulling him in for a hug.

"Thank you." Will nods and gestures for Jay to follow him. They walk down a couple of hallways before stopping in front of a half opened door. Will knocks and steps in.

"I've got a visitor for you Y/N." Will moves so she can see Jay and when he steps in her eyes light up. "I'm gonna go check on my other patients. Press the call button if you need anything." Both detectives nod and Will closes the door on his way out.

"Hi." Jay says as he sits in the chair next to her bed.

"Hi." Y/N quietly says.

"You scared the hell out of me, you know that?" Jay grabs her hand.

"I know, and I'm sorry." Y/N brings their hands up to her lips and presses a kiss to Jay's knuckle.

"Don't be sorry. As long as you're ok, I'll be good."

Sickness [Asher Adams]

Description: Asher takes care of his sick girlfriend.

Y/N walked into the school and cringed when the doors shut behind her. She shook her head and started walking towards her locker. She tried putting her combination in about five times, but her eyes couldn't focus. She sighs and leans her head against the cool metal, and cringes again when someone slams their locker.

Why does everything have to be so loud?

She stands there for a few minutes, willing the migraine to go away.

"Yo Ash. You coming over tonight?" Jordan asks and pulls Asher out of his head. He'd been watching his girlfriend since she walked in the door, and somethings definitely not right.

"Uh, I'll let you know." Then he walks over to her and grabs her bag off her back. He sets it on the floor and turns Y/N to face him. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, my head just hurts, but I've got a test in Science that I can't miss." She whispers.

"Did you even sleep last night?" Y/N shakes her head and leans against Asher and he wraps his arms around her.

"I just have to make it till two thirty. My dad can pick me up then."

"You didn't drive?"

"No. I just got my car back from the repair shop from when that kid from Chatsworth keyed it. I'd rather not wreck it."

Asher nods and sways a bit. "Tell you what, you take your test and then I'll take you home."

"You don't have to. I'll manage."

"Baby, you couldn't even open your locker."

"Yeah. Can you do that?"

"Sure princess."

§§§

After struggling through an hour long test, that's she's about ninety percent sure she failed, Y/N met Asher by her locker.

"Are you sure you can take me home? You're not going to miss anything?" She asks as Asher hands her the bag she put in her locker earlier.

"Yes babe. I'm sure." He chuckles lightly. "You got everything?" Y/N nods and Asher grabs her hand, leading her to his car. He opened the door for her and made sure she had her seatbelt on and was settled before getting in and starting the car. He didn't turn the music on, so he just started the drive to the Y/L/N household.

Once they got inside Asher took notice of the sweat forming around Y/N's hairline.

"Wait, come here." She stopped and turned back to him. Asher put his palm on her forehead. "Are you sure this is a migraine?"

"Yeah, Ash. I just got dizzy walking." Y/N mutters.

"Ok. You go get comfy and lay down. I'm going to get you some water and medicine for you to take when the food gets here." She nods and makes her way into her bedroom.

§§§

For as long as Asher's known Y/N, She has never ate anything besides the signature soup from a place called "Al's" she swears it helps her get better, so he ordered her soup and their bread, and he got himself a sandwich. He walks into her room and sets the food on the trays he'd gotten out earlier, and Y/N immediately digs in. They sit in the dark room in silence, and once they're done Asher takes the trash and dishes into the kitchen, then grabs her medicine when he walks back in. Y/N takes the medicine and then lays down in her bed. Asher scoots in next to her and holds her hand.

"You feel any better?" He asks quietly, playing with her fingers. Y/N lets out a deep breath and puts her head in the crook of his neck.

"A lot better, thank you." She replies. Asher nods. "You know me so well Ash."

"Someone has gotta take care of your stubborn ass when your dad's not around." He chuckles lightly when she slaps his chest. "I love doing though. I love you."

"I love you too Asher."