Testify [Scott Reed]

Testify [Scott Reed]

Description: Scott comforts Y/N before her court appearance. 

Warnings: Mentions of r*pe, underage drinking, Bryce and Monty.

"Come on Y/N! Just one more!" Bryce shoved a cup full of alcohol in the girls face.

She had already drank three cups of whatever Bryce had mixed in and two tequila shots. She wasn't a lightweight, but mixed drinks have a higher alcohol content.

"No, I'm good." Y/N slurs. "I should find Jeff." Everyone around her booed.

"Come on Y/L/N, don't be a pussy." Monty teases.

"Eat a dick Montgomery."

"Only if you suck mine first."

"Alright, that's enough. Y/N I'll help you find Jeff."

"Bye bitches, I'm goin' to get some food." Y/N heaves herself up and links her arm with Bryce's so he can help her walk. They walk through the house before Bryce heads to the stairs. "Jeff's up here?" The intoxicated girl asks.

"Yeah. He came up here to watch some TV."

"There's too many stairs. Can't he just come get me?" Y/N stumbles.

"Uh, no. Can't leave you down there by yourself." Bryce smiles.

"But-."

"Just come with me ok?!"

"I don't want to, I want to go to Jeff."

"He's up here."

"I don't believe you."

Bryce gets frustrated and ends up putting Y/N over his shoulder for the rest of the way.

"What the fuck! Put me down!"

Bryce throws her down on his bed and reaches up under her skirt.

"Bryce! Stop!"

"Come on Y/N don't act like you don't want me."

Bryce pulls his pants and underwear down, revealing himself.

"Stop pl-please! Bryce! Don't!"

Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by a voice behind her.

"Are you ok?"

She turns around to see Scott Reed standing there.

"Yeah, I was just thinking." She mumbles.

"About the trial?"

"About everything." Y/N trusted Scott. He had been her friend even before everything happened. She knew he wasn't like the others. "It's just," She paused for a second. "Irritating, to see him sit there, acting like he hasn't ruined multiple people's lives. Hannah, Jessica, Me, and Chloe. His own fucking girlfriend Scott! How fucked up can one person be?" Y/N rants. Scott's eyes follow the girl as she paces the hallway.

"I'm sure Bryce is as fucked up as they come, but I know you, and I know you're not freaking out over him." Y/N stops and looks at Scott. "You're freaking out because you have to testify, and you've heard everything the schools lawyer has put Jessica through, and how they dragged Hannah through the dirt. You don't want to be outed. I get that, everyone that has gone through the same thing you are does. But the only difference is that you're Y/N Y/L/N, you are a badass. They're going to try and turn it around on you, but you know what they say isn't true. You're strong. You can do this."

Y/N brings Scott into a hug as tears well up in her eyes.

After a few minutes Y/N pulls away and Scott still holds her shoulders. "Thank you, god I probably look horrible right now." She chuckles. Scott brings his thumbs up under her eyes and wipes away the stray tears.

"You look beautiful. Like always."

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."

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."

Emotionless [Dean Winchester]

Description: Sammy dies and it hits Dean and the reader hard. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, Sam actually dies. 

They were too late. He had already bled out by time Y/N and Dean got to him. The ghouls that took on Adam and Kate's bodies cut Sam's wrists and hit the arteries. Along with the ripping his heart out and creating more gashes in his body, it didn't take long.

They killed the ghouls and gathered Sam's body. Y/N insisted on giving him a proper funeral, but Dean said "He died like a hunter, he deserves to go out like one.". He burned Sam's body. Y/N stood by him the whole time as Dean's face remained emotionless.

Typical Dean. Trying to be strong for the people he loves.

§§§

It's been two days. Dean, of course, threw himself into work. Y/N on the other hand, took care of Dean. Forcing him to at least drink and eat. Sleep didn't come easy for either of them. They were both exhausted but every time they closed their eyes all they saw was Sam lying on the table.

Y/N was also getting pissed at Dean. Not because of anything he's done, but because of what he's not doing. He hasn't cried, he's hasn't started the grieving process.

"Dean, do you need anything?" Y/N asks as she stands behind him. He's got Sam's laptop, his dad's journal and multiple newspapers.

"I'm fine." He answers, paying no mind to his girlfriend.

"Dean-."

"I'm busy."

"Would you stop for five minutes and just listen to me you jackass?!" She yells. Dean rises from his chair quickly, making it screech.

"What do you want me to listen about?!"

"You need to stop blocking your emotions out. This isn't good for you." Y/N explains. "You've thrown yourself into another case, you haven't cried, quivered, anything."

"Because I don't need to." Dean replies.

"Yes you do! Don't you get it?!" She yells. "Sam isn't coming back Dean! He's dead, we burned him. So yell, scream, cry. Just do something! Please, just let me know the Dean I know and love is still in there somewhere! Take it out on me if you have to!" Y/N cries.

Dean takes one look at the tear that rolls down her face and he immediately starts crying. Y/N walks to him and wraps her arms around him and he wraps his arms around her.

"I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing!" Dean sobs. "I'm feeling all of these things and I don't know how to handle it. Sammy is dead and I can't bring him back." Y/N pulls away to look at his face, she puts her hands on his cheeks and wipes his tears. "He's the only family I have. What am I supposed to do now?"

"You still have me, Dean. I will never, ever leave you. And I don't know what we're going to do next, but I'll be right by your side, ok? I'll always be by your side." Dean nods. "You need to hurt before you heal. You can't just push your feelings away, you're human. It's only natural to have these emotions, and I'm a woman, so your emotions won't scare me off or make me not love you anymore, so please for the love of god, don't feel like you need to be strong for me."

"I've told you how much I love you right?" Dean whispers. Y/N nods and Dean leans down to kiss her.

"I love you too Dean."

Bluebottles [Trent ‘Maxi’ Maxwell]

Description: Y/N saves a babies life and hurts herself doing so. Maxi takes care of her.

Warnings: CPR, near drowning, bluebottles.

Y/N was standing by Jesse in front of Backpackers Rip while they helped a mother look for her teenage son. She'd been trying to keep an eye on the water, but the woman was screaming and causing a whole mess.

"Ma'am, calm down, we will find him." Jesse tries to calm her down, but she continues screaming. Y/N scans the water for the boy again when her eyes land on a woman struggling in the rip. She rips her black pullover off and grabs the rescue board. Just as she does that, Deano radios from the tower.

"Bondi Central to Blue Rhino, you've got a woman in backpackers with what looks to be a baby. She's about ready to go under."

"Jesse call for backup!" She yells as she runs towards the water. The baby is her first priority. As she quickly paddles out she tries to avoid the floating bluebottles. She reaches the screaming mother and she grabs onto the board. "Where's the baby?!"

"Water!" The woman screams.

Y/N immediately jumps into the water and swims to the baby girl. When she reaches the baby her eyes are closed. She pulls her into her arms and looks up. A swarm of bluebottles has floated in by her board, and she can't avoid them, so she wraps herself around the baby and goes through them. When she breaks the surface she sees Maxi with the mother on his board. She puts the baby on her board and gets on herself. She ignores Maxi's concerned questions and catches a wave in. She drags the baby in with the board and she immediately starts CPR. Harries runs up with a bag and Jesse slides in beside them.

"Y/N you've got stingers all over you." Jesse points out.

"I'm fine." She brushes him off and keeps going.

Maxi brings the mother to shore and makes sure she's okay before rushing over to the group. Y/N absolutely refused to let anyone switch her, even though her body was covered in stings.

After four sets of sixty compressions and eight breaths the baby has a pulse, is responsive and crying. Right in time for the ambulance to arrive.

"Call the police." Y/N says as she stands up. "That was pure child endangerment."

She starts walking to the tower and about halfway up the adrenaline wears off and she's about to drop. Maxi had followed her on the quad and grabs her before she can. He wraps her pullover around her and sits her in front of him, then speeds up to the tower. Once they get up the stairs Maxi immediately grabs a pair of gloves to pick the stingers off of her.

Y/N starts brushing the ones on her chest off as she grits her teeth.

"Let me help." Maxi says as he starts picking the stingers from her neck and back.

"Who the hell brings a six month old baby into deep water, let alone a rip?!" Y/N rants as she continues brushing off stingers aggressively.

"I don't know sweetheart, but the baby is alright. That's all that matters. Now we're worried about you."

"I'll be fine." She groans. "I just need to shower."

"You're covered in bluebottle stings, you're going to hurt for a bit." Deano says as he turns around from dealing with another rescue. "You did amazing Bug." He compliments. "But you're going to start hurting, so Maxi, help her in the showers please." Maxi nods and follows her. Y/N sits on the cold tiles in the shower, not being able to stand because of the pain.

"God, this sucks." She groans.

"I know." Maxi says. He turns the water onto the hot setting and sits next to Y/N on the floor. As she sits there, hunched over in pain as the toxins reach her glands, Maxi takes one of her hair ties and puts her hair in a top knot. "Do you want to sit up?" He asks her. She shakes her head no Maxi scoots closer. "Sweetheart, your neck and back are going to hurt if you stay like that." She doesn’t reply, so, he changes his tactics. "Do you want to sit in my lap?"

She looks up.

"Can I?" Her voice has gotten much quieter.

"Anything for you." Maxi replies.

Y/N has always said that skin to skin contact, or even just being close to another person helps comfort some people, and she was one of them. So, she quickly sits on Maxi's left thigh and brings her legs closer to her chest so her feet are on the other side of them, and head lays on his shoulder. Maxi has an arm around her and a hand on the back of her head.

After they've situated themselves, they sit there in silence while the hot water streams over both of them.

Unfortunately, Maxi was called out for a mass rescue and Y/N was still in a great amount of pain.

Deano had suggested giving her the Green Whistle and sending her to the hospital, but she refused and is now curled up in the corner of the tower. Taco had almost stepped on her, because she’d covered herself in her jackets.

Eventually Jesse, and Maxi come back into the tower and Maxi goes back towards the shower to see if she was still there, and he was confused when he’d seen a empty room.

"Where’d Bug go?" Maxi asks Deano. Deano, turns and points at her.

Jesse laughs when he looks over. Maxi wants to, but he doesn’t. Covered in her black jacket and blue pullover, Y/N had pulled the hood over her head, trying to wish away the sensation in peace. She looked like a box.

"I offered the Green Whistle, but she refused."

"Y/N you know being in pain for this long from a bluebottle sting isn’t normal." Jesse says.

"Give me like thirty minutes and I’ll be good to go."

"You said that an hour ago." Maxi says, and sits in the chair next to her spot on the floor.

"At least now I can talk." She points out.

"Alright Bug, whatever you say."

Finally, three hours left on her shift and the pain has gone away. Now Y/N is patrolling North Bondi with Maxi.

"Thanks for helping me earlier, I appreciate it." Y/N says as they scan the water.

"You’re welcome, but you know I’d do anything for you." Maxi replies.

"And I’d do anything for you."

Maxi stops scanning the water and thinks.

Perfect segway.

"You wanna do something for me?" He asks, and sets his radio on the seat.

"Anything." Y/N nods.

"Go on a date with me tomorrow."

MVC [Grayson Dolan]

Description: Grayson and Y/N get into a nasty MVC. 

Warnings: Car crash, Mentions of blood, and curse words probably. 

A/N: The twins are back today!

"I can't wait to get home and get in sweats." Y/N states as she stares at the window, watching raindrops, imagining they're racing each other.

Grayson squeezes her hand that rests under his and chuckles. "Get into sweats and then pass out."

"Hey, you got me food and now my tummy is full. I'm a happy girl." Grayson smiles lovingly at her and pulls her hand up to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to it. 

"I love you Y/N Y/M/N."

"I love you Grayson Bailey."

Life is great. His job is amazing. He's got great friends, family, and the perfect fiancee. Why would he ever think tonight things would change?

The SUV in front of them hits the brakes and skids into the next lane and hits another car.

"Oh my god." Y/N gasps.

Then the car turns. The force from the impact sending it into the left lane.

Grayson's lane.

The car is facing them, as if they were playing chicken. It rams its passenger side into the wall and stops.

"Fuck!" Grayson exclaims as he presses down hard on his brake.

He was going to fast to stop from hitting the car.

He couldn't stop it.

Grayson turned the wheel to the right so his side would take the impact. The back of the Porsche scrapes against the dividing wall, sending sparks flying through the air.

"Gray!" Her first reaction was to reach out for him and hold on for dear life.

Then they felt it. The impact. The turning of the small car. Then the front of it hitting the wall. Glass shattering. Then the car flying into the oncoming lanes. Landing in the middle of it all.

When the car finally stops. Y/N looks over at Grayson.

"Gray?" She asks shakily. His head is leaning against the broken window and there is a gash on his head. "Grayson!" A pain erupts in her lower stomach and she clutches it with her bloody hands. "Gray! Please wake up!" She cries.

Eventually the pain in her body becomes too much, and she loses consciousness.

§§§

Grayson wakes up in the hospital with a searing pain in both his head and left ribs.

"Hey you're awake." Ethan says and gets up to sit in the chair beside his twin.

"Where is she? Where's Y/N?!" Grayson freaks out after he realizes what'd happened.

"She's in another room. They wouldn't tell me anything or let me see her." Ethan explains.

"That's bullshit." Grayson groans. "She's practically your sister."

"It's a legal thing bro." Grayson sits up in his bed with Ethan's help. "Do you want to go see her?" Ethan asks. Grayson nods and grips his ribs.

They really fuckin' hurt.

"Ok. Press your call button. Your nurse knows where she's at."

Grayson presses the button and a couple of seconds later a older woman wearing dark blue scrubs walks in.

"Oh you're awake! How are you feeling Mr.Dolan?" She looks over the heart monitor and writes down what she sees.

"I'm fine. Where's my fiancee? I need to see her." He asks.

"Y/N is on the fourth floor. She's stable."

"Is she alone?"

"She is, but she's asleep right now."

"I want to see her."

The nurse nods and grabs the folded wheelchair from the closet in his room. She helps him into it and gestures for Ethan to come along.

Once they get to the fourth floor Grayson notices something. The hallway is decorated with posters about babies, and labor.

Why would Y/N be here?

The nurse stops in front of the room and gets a doctor.

"Mr. Dolan, this is you and your fiancée's Doctor, she is going to fill you in on your conditions." Then she pushes him into the room and Grayson's eyes divert to Y/N's peaceful face.

She's passed out in a hospital bed and she's still absolutely beautiful.

"Mr. Dolan I am Dr. Lee, I'm glad you're awake." She shakes his hand and then she shakes Ethan's.

"Is she ok?" Grayson asks.

"How about we start with your condition." Grayson reluctantly nods and Dr. Lee continues. "You have a nasty gash on your head that I stitched up, a mild concussion and three bruised ribs on your left side. Your ribs will heal, and your sutures will dissolve on their own, but in a week you'll have to have someone check your head. Other than that, you're perfectly healthy."

Dr.Lee takes a breath and turns to Y/N “As far as Ms.Y/L/N, she’s got some scratches and bruises, but the baby is ok.”

Grayson looks away from his fiancee and to Dr.Lee with wide eyes. “Baby? She’s pregnant?”

“Yes she is. About a month and a half along.” 

Grayson’s eyes well up with tears and Ethan puts his hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. 

“They’re ok Gray.”

“She is going to have to be very, very careful and not stress, but they are both really strong.”

“Thank you.” Grayson says. 

“You’re welcome, I’m going to leave you two with her, if you need anything just press the all button.” She smiles and then walks out of the room. 

It was silent for a few moments before Grayson turned to his twin. 

“I’m going to be a dad, E.”