#Also I just realized that Lydia’s hips in the last one look odd— I assure you- it is just construction!!

[i-really-like-phrogs]

We know you got a sketchbook. Show us.

Friend, you’re sounding a little… ominous. (Is one of my trusty doodle books going to be held for ransom?)

(*heavenly music plays as I whip out my heavily abused, sticker filled sidekicks)

And I added a few snippets for fun!

[chillassimagines]

Save A Life (Brett Talbot Smut)

(REQUESTED* they didn’t really ask for smut but most of it isn’t smut.”

“What the hell was that, Scott?!” You shouted pointing at the creature you just shot in the forehead.

“That’s what Brett let out of its tomb, accidentally of course.” Scott tried to reassure you, but you rolled your eyes.

“Of course it was you.” You glared at Brett.

“Back off, alright? I didn’t know.” Brett spoke defensively.

“Don’t sniff that puppy nose around everywhere then and you wouldn’t need to be reprimanded like a bad boy.” You mocked a pout and a baby voice on your last two words and it set Brett off. He bared his canines to you but you aimed your gun at his forehead before he could touch you. You smirked as you said, “Down, boy.” to which he snarled at.

“Stop it you two! We have to find the rest of them before all of Beacon Hills knows.” Lydia scolded at you both. Your eyes widened.

“There’s more of those freaky things?” You gestured your gun to the dead creature with way too many teeth in its mouth.

“Yes. And since you can’t get along with Brett while he’s trying to right his wrongs you’re going to learn how. You two need to go scout out some. Lydia, Liam, and I will go together. Stiles, Kira, and Malia you guys will group up.” Scott ordered.

“Why is everyone else in a group of three, but me and Brett-“

“You’ll have to work together just a bit harder then, won’t you?” Scott asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. You balled up your fist and took a deep breath.

“You’re all so lucky I’m not a wolf, because I would have ripped something apart by now.” You muttered through gritted teeth while walking away from the group. You noticed Brett wasn’t following. “Let’s hurry up now.” You called without turning your head, not wanting to look at him.

~

“Do we know anything about this ancient creature or are we just jumping into this blindly?” You asked Brett, your attitude still very present.

“Well you killed it, so that’s got to mean we can just go for it.” Brett replied sarcastically. You stopped walking and turned around to poke him in the chest.

“You may be all tall, big, and mighty, but I will kick your ass if you don’t quit it. Scott said we have to work together and as much as I might not love it, Scott is the closest thing I have to a brother, and I’ll respect his wishes.” You spoke firmly, trying to get the point across. Brett rose an eyebrow.

“What do you mean by that?” You sighed heavily and turned around to continue walking.

“Well, Scott’s my cousin by marriage. My Dad passed away and my Mom’s not around much, because she works internationally. I haven’t known him for more than a few years, but he takes care of me like any other member of this pack.” You explained calmly.

“Damn...never knew.” Brett said sincerely. You shrugged.

“We really don’t tell anyone. I prefer to not talk about it, but it’s making me not want to hit you, so why not?” You looked up at him with a sarcastic smile, but quickly look back ahead of you.

“Y/N, move!” Brett suddenly grabs your arm and rushes you both to crouch behind a truck. Soon after you see three of the slimy creatures come out of the trees, almost squawking at each other, communicating.

“Those things actually give me the heebeejeebies.” You whispered to Brett. He responded with a small chuckle before darting off to the next truck, leaving you. “Hey?! I’m still here!” You whisper-yelled at him. He shrugged. “You shit head!” Your whisper wasn’t so much of a whisper anymore, because one of the creatures looked at you. It opened its mouth and the ugliest noise came out.

You jumped into the bed of the truck and shot, aiming for its head, but it moved way too fast and you only got it in the gut. It shrieked, alerting the other two. They stalked towards you and you quickly cursed yourself. Brett jumped on the back of one and sliced it across its eyes making it cry out in pain. The others turned back to try and grab him. You shot them both in the leg to distract them from Brett so he could finish the blind one.

“Come and get me, uglies.” You grunted as you jumped onto the ground. One lunged at you and scratched your arm before you shot it in the side of its head. You moved to shoot the other one, but the bullet didn’t come. “Shit.” You moved to get your other gun out of your boot, but the creature knocked you on your back.

Its saliva was dripping onto you while you were trying to keep it from eating you. At least that’s what it looks like it wanted to do. Then it started choking on its own blood and the pressure of it on you was lighter. You rolled out from underneath it in time to see Brett toss its heart aside.

“You do that to all the ladies?” You asked while panting. Brett walked over to you and wiped off his hands before offering you one. You took it and he pulled you up to him chest to stomach.

“Only the ones I really like.” He winked at you.

“Haha, so funny. Can we go patch this up please?” You held up your arm for him to see.

~

“First Aid stuff is under the sink.” You directed Brett before carefully peeling your blood and green saliva stained shirt off and tossing it in the garbage you had in your room. You hissed as the fabric rubbed against your wound.

“Found it.” Brett spoke before looking up at you in surprise.

“Never seen a girl in a bra before? I’d be shocked if you said you hadn’t, so don’t lie, and just help me out.” You brushed off his teenage boy horniness and sat on your bed. He wordlessly sat beside you and began cleaning out your wound. “Shit! Ever hear of a countdown or something?” You seethed in pain.

“Sorry. Here, squeeze my hand as hard as you need to.” You looked at him suspiciously. He scoffed. “C’mon. Don’t tell me you’ve never held a guy’s hand before?” He teased with a small smirk.

“I should punch you in the throat.” You said before taking your hand and grabbing his hand. His body heat felt so warm against your hand. You totally forgot how warm werewolves were. He continued cleaning the wound and oddly you didn’t feel any pain. You noticed black veins running up his arm and your eyes widened.

“Calm down. Scott’s never showed you this? I can take away your pain.” Brett assured you. You vaguely remember the topic coming up.

“Don’t you have to actually care to do that?” You questioned with an attitude once more.

“I mean, I’m not heartless, Y/N.” He stated. You bit the inside of your cheek out of habit as he wrapped the bandages around your arm.

“I feel like I don’t even need this.” You smiled slightly, feeling no pain. Brett packed up the first aid kit.

“Wouldn’t want it to get infected, I promise you.” He chuckled and you joined him.

“Uh...thanks for helping me out, Brett. Also, kind of saving my life.” You felt odd thanking him, but he really deserved the praise.

“Remember to reload before heading out next time. Also, I’m sure Scott wouldn’t like it if I let his family die.” He joked before standing. You stood up with him and squeezed his arm making him look down at you.

“Sorry for calling you all those names and stuff. It kinda gets put into perspective when someone saves your life.” You bit your lip and Brett’s expression turned solid.

“Don’t do that.” He commanded. You were taken aback.

“What?”

“Bite your damn lip...don’t, don’t do that to me.” His muscles tensed up under your hand and the tension in the room rose. You don’t know what compelled you to say your next words, but you were pretty sure you were crazy.

“What if I want to do that to you?” You asked. Before you realized how stupid you sounded, Brett tossed the First Aid to the side, grabbed your waist, and pressed his lips to yours. You began partaking in a very heated make out session. You unconsciously wrapped your hands around his neck and his hands gripped your thighs to hoist you up and let you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You’re too hot.” You complained, stripping Brett of his top as he pressed you against the wall. He began planting kisses a little above your cleavage.

“I want to do more, than this.” Brett spoke suggestively. You nodded as his mouth worked on your neck.

“I want you to do more than this.” You moaned as his teeth bit your bruised skin lightly. You heard the sound of him ripping his pants and you feared for yours.

“You sure?” He asked, before slowly ripping the seam of yours.

“Yes, Brett, fuck me.” You demanded. Before you knew it your bottom half was stripped away from all of its clothing. His eyes glew dimly as he slid inside of you.

“Never did I think, I’d be doing this.” He chuckled before snapping his hips against you.