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First Heat | Brett Talbot

Warnings: Unprotected sexual Intercourse and crude language. Please do not interact if you are under 18. Alpha Brett x 1st person Reader

Brett can’t think straight. Every single part of his body felt like it was on fire, crawling with need. It’s under his skin, an itch that can never actually be itched. A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and he pants, feeling all too hot considering it’s the middle of an autumn night.

Scott had wanted to lock him up. To prevent him from coming in contact with anyone, even if they were inside the pack. Brett had been an alpha for less than a few weeks, which was adjustment enough. Scott had not wanted to fill Brett in on why he should be locked away, but the message could be found in all of Scott’s anxious whispering.              Brett would go into heat. And the only way to relieve it…

Scott hadn’t been successful in locking up the new Alpha. He had gone missing just before Scott could get to him, his heat beginning earlier than expected. 

Brett isn’t entirely sure where he’s going. He just knows that he can’t stop himself. He passes house after house, looking for something but his brain is too foggy to tell him where he’s going. He groans softly as the minutes pass, growing more desperate than he had been previously.

He rounds a corner, almost smacking into a streetlamp because he’s so distracted. And then he sees the house and he can’t enter the house fast enough.

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The music is cranked up high, almost too high. It’s just warm enough in the house that I can wear only a thin oversized t-shirt and a thin black thong. Considering the season, I can’t complain. I’m attempting to rearrange my bookshelves, which had seemed like a much easier task before I had begun. It has to be at least two hundred and fifty books, separated into piles on the floor and my desk.

I pull another stack of books from the shelf, wandering past piles to determine where the books in my arms should be sorted. As much work as it was, I could probably do it forever. Something about the smell and feel of the books was comforting.

My music stops playing, and I turn around to reach for my phone. I stop short, a scream halfway up my throat. Brett is standing in the doorway to my bedroom, his knuckles are white as he grips the frame of my door. He stares at me, eyes glazed slightly but flared red. His eyes roam up and down my body. His chest heaves with his breath as he slowly sidles closer to me.

Something is wrong. I can feel it.

“Brett?” I ask, “What are you doing here?” 

He doesn’t respond. He instead circles me, his eyes catch on the hem of my t-shirt, hitting at the tops of my thighs. This wasn’t the Brett I knew. There had to be a reason that my Alpha had entered my house in the middle of the night unbeknownst to me. 

His eyelids flutter when I look at him and I can see something there. Something wild and animalistic. He moves towards me again, so close now that I can feel his body heat radiating from him. The tips of Brett’s fingers touch my wrist, and he gives me a saccharine smile. My Alpha trails his fingers up my arm, continuing until he wraps them around the column of my throat. His thumb strokes the pulse point there.

Brett dips his head to the notch of my throat and inhales slowly, his body shivering in reaction. It hits me then. I knew exactly why he was acting like this. Brett was experiencing his first heat as an Alpha. The heats that Alpha’s experienced were more extreme, they lasted longer. He would be insatiable for the next week.

I swallow hard. “Brett.”

It’s useless, I knew. I knew that he was past reasoning. 

He’s kissing up my jaw now, his other hand coming up to snake around my body and pull me flush to him. “You smell so good.” His voice is a breath-y moan.

It’s as if a switch is flipped because he had been holding back before. Something in my scent had pushed him over the edge. He brings his hand up, wrapping his fingers around my jaw to get me to look up at him. “I won’t be able to stop.” He warns.

I suck in a breath and look into his eyes, searching for a trace of him behind his unrivaled desire. Brett is my Alpha, but he was also my friend, and his heat would be excruciating if he wasn’t able to relieve himself.

I tilt my head up to meet him, and that is all he needs. He surges forward, grabbing my face to press our lips together. The world stills for a second and all I can think about is him and this fortuitous happening that had gotten us here. 

The kiss is open-mouthed and desperate. His hands are everywhere, not able to touch enough of me fast enough. He walks us both backwards until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. In between his kisses I catch sight of his claws, starting to peek out as he fights his shift.

He uses the tips of his fingers to slice the thin strap of my thong and it falls to my ankles. His hands press up under my shirt and he grabs a handful of me under the shirt. I gasp, my back arching off the bed and into him. Something primal and old in me just wants me to give myself over completely to him. He’s rutting against me and the more that he does the more my legs fall open for him.

“Please, Brett.”

That’s all the convincing he needs. Brett growls low in his throat and then pulls away to shove his shorts and boxers down his legs. He’s back on me in a second. I don’t even have time to take in his size before I feel the head of him press against my entrance.

He presses his lips to mine and with one fluid stroke of his hips… he takes me. I gasp, nails fighting for purchase on his back in response to the sheer length of Brett Talbot.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

The pace he starts is brutal. He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss at the inside of my calf. All I can do is hold on to him and stare at where are bodies are connected.

His abs flex with each thrust and he’s chewing on his lip, staring down at me with a certain expression that I can’t quite place.

“Been thinking… thinking about you for…”

He rips out of me suddenly and I whine at the loss of contact. In a flash he’s flipped me around so that I am on my stomach. Brett wraps and arm around my hips to hold me in place while his other hand pulls my ass cheeks apart so that he can get a better view of him entering me again.

I cry out for the second time, fisting the sheets underneath me.

“So deep!”

“Look so fucking pretty like this baby. S-stay right there.” He whispers it against the shell of my ear, and it makes my breath catch.

With one hand on the back of my neck he presses me into the mattress, angling me so that the angle is to his liking. Then, once again he resumes his brutal pace. I can feel the threshold of pleasure drawing closer. It trails up my spine, just out of reach.

“Please, Brett!”

He snakes a hand around the curve of my hip, and it trails down down down until it hits that sensitive spot. I stifle a sob into the comforter below me.

I’m close. I’m so close. 

“You can do it baby. Make me proud. Come on baby, cum for me.”

I scream, my fingernails clutching at the sheets below me. My core is pulsing around him, over and over as I gasp for breath. He tucks himself against my back, still working me through my orgasm with his thumb and brutal pace. The following moans that slip from my mouth are sinful. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum this hard, let alone at the hands of a man.

Brett doesn’t even wait for the shaking to subside. He removes his fingers from between my legs and grabs a fistful of my hair at the scalp. He tugs my head up, working my body into just the right position. 

The tidal wave of pleasure is flying back to me already. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin as he works towards his own release. He drops his head to mine to start whispering those filthy little words again and that is all it takes for me to reach ecstasy for the second time. It knocks me silent, and I arch off the bed. My eyes roll back into my head and all I can say is his name over and over again like a prayer.

Brett is close behind me, managing to drill into that sacred spot deep inside me before his hips stutter and the most guttural noise leaves his mouth. He holds my hips firm against his and presses close to me, ensuring that every inch of him is sheathed in me. I can feel the thick ropes of him release into me, so much that I knew the sheets would be utterly ruined.

Brett lands a slap on my ass as he shudders again, his release drawn out more than he is used to. It takes time for me to float back to reality after two of the strongest orgasms of my life. My thoughts are jumbled, floating just far away enough that I can’t reach them. All I know is the Alpha still buried balls deep inside me from behind.

“I’m… stuck.”

That draws me back somewhat and I peer over my shoulder at him, watching him stare down at where we are connected.

“What do you mean?”

“I…” He moves to draw his hips back and I hiss at the sudden sharp tug. “I knotted you…”

I wrack my brain, trying to decipher his words. Vaguely I remember Scott mentioning that an Alpha would knot his mate to ensure offspring.

I force down the rising panic that is climbing my throat. “For how long?”

“I-I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.”

I nod and take a breath to calm myself. It would be fine. I was on birth control, and I didn’t mind Brett keeping me full. It was fine. I can feel sleep trying to pull me under, so I let my body relax.

Brett lays draped over my back, his mouth pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder blades as he waits for the swelling to go down. He tests the connection every couple of minutes, drawing a gasp from me each time. I can tell that his release has cleared his head slightly but the longer he has to recover, the less lucid he becomes. 

I’m perfectly sated and spent, feeling as if I could sleep for the foreseeable future. However, this was a week-long event. When the swelling finally does go away, he slips out of me slowly. Brett licks a line up my body and when he clears my clavicle, he’s ready to go again. Those red eyes peering at me with lust already.

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WORRY — BRETT TALBOT

REQUEST: You get hurt protecting Brett and Lori.

WARNING(S): Angst

WORD COUNT: 1,341

PAIRING: Brett Talbot x fem!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

The front doorbell had caught Deaton’s attention from the back. The jingle alerted him someone entered the clinic. He knew he had to be cautious.

“We’re closed!” Deaton called out. Though the hushed whispers of voices were enough to pique his sudden interest. He walked back to the front desk and stopped upon seeing Satomi, along with the sight of you barely holding onto Brett’s neck as he tried to keep you upright. All your shoes squeaked from the water. Lori was on your right, letting you lean some of your weight against her.

There was a loud heavy pour outside. It had been raining.

“Satomi. It’s nice to see you again.”

“I wish it was under better circumstances.” Satomi looked back at you. Black blood spilled past your lips.

Deaton opened the little gate door to let you all pass through towards the examination room. Deaton immediately cleared the center metal table and informed Brett to place you on top of it. You began to panic not wanting to be out of his hold. Your eyes grew big as you reached out for him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. I’m here.” Brett pushed you back down gently. 

“Y/n I’m going to need you to relax okay? It will make it harder if you struggle.” Deaton looked down at you. “What was she poisoned with?”

“It’s Wolfsbane. She was hit with a bullet.” Brett said.

“Wolfsbane. I thought so.” Deaton grimaced. “Well I’ll need to get it out of her system before-“ You interrupted him as you let the silver bullet clatter onto the table. Deaton stared at the bullet speechless. Brett let his mouth hang open.

“I-I already…took care of it.” You said in labored breaths. Then you fainted. Your head fell back on the table with a tiny bang.

“Very well then…” Deaton gave a tight-lipped smile to the three of them, then turned his back to search for the thing he needed. He faced the group again and lit the blowtorch up.

“Woah woah woah. What are you gonna do with that?” Brett stood up straighter, as he eyed the flames burning fast.

“Well seeing as I’m left with no other choice.” Deaton edged the torch closer to you. “I have to burn it out of her.”

“Satomi?” Brett looked to her for reassurance.

“Deaton knows what he’s doing. It’ll be alright Brett.” She nodded.

Brett looked back to Deaton and then to you.

“You might wanna hold her down.”

Brett swallowed thickly before pressing his hands on your body. Satomi and Lori followed suit. The second the flame touched your skin. Your eyes sprung open. Glowing yellow, as the pain became too much. You pushed against the hands holding you down but they only kept pushing harder.

“Hold her!”

“We’re trying!” Brett yelled.

You roared out in agony as the ache grew and grew. It didn’t take long till your body gave out and you fell unconscious again.

-

“Is she gonna be alright?” Lori asked him.

“Her wounds appear to be healing now. Slowly, but healing.” All eyes drifted down to you. Your chest rose and fell with each inhale of breath you took.

“She pushed us out of the way.” Lori held her arm. She was distraught. You were suffering because of them. You had pushed them out of the way when the blast of a gun rang out. It hit you when it should’ve hit one of them. “It should’ve been one of us lying here.”

Brett placed a hand on her shoulder rubbing it back and forth for comfort. “She saved us. Half the pack got away but most of them weren’t so lucky. I told her to run, but she stayed back with me.” Brett recalled what had happened to you.

“What the hell are you doing? I told you to run!” Brett held you at arm's length.

“Well, you should’ve told me to do something else. When are you going to learn that I’m not going to listen to every word you say in this relationship.” You sputtered as the water got into your mouth. Your hair stuck to your face. You blinked rapidly, it was hard to see in the dark, but it grew more difficult with the heavy downpour. “I mean some of the shit you say is really stupid-” Brett cupped your face.

“Shut up.” Then leaned down to press his lips against yours. He pulled back slowly before giving you a once-over. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You let your eyes drift from his chest to his face, then to his shoulders. No signs of injury. “Where’s Lori?” You looked behind you to see her standing a few feet away. “Lori?” You inched closer, but Brett put his hand out to you.

“Lori you alright?” He asked her. He stepped forward and laid a hand on her shoulder. Once he saw past her shoulder he realized why she stood so still. A red dot was aimed at her chest. Brett quickly pushed her behind him, blocking her view from it. 

“Brett…” You stepped closer seeing two more red dots inch their way up their bodies from the ground. “Move.” You risked another step. “Brett, move!” That’s when the blast rang out. You had shoved your body into their sides causing a domino effect. The bullet had made its hit, but it didn’t meet its right target. You groaned feeling pain shoot up your system. 

“Y/n!” Brett quickly helped you up. “Can you walk?” One shake of your head was enough to have him hoist you onto his back. Lori running in front of you two. “Lori go!”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary to watch one of your own get hurt every now and then. It came with life as a werewolf, the path some of you were born into. Satomi had restored what little hope you had when she found you. She saved your life. You owed her everything, and now there she stood brushing back the hairs on your face, watching your face contort in discomfort. You were in pain, and the black veins running up her arm were enough to show for it. You were one of her own. She took you in after you and your parents were on the run. You were given the chance to keep running, but it came with the cost of your parents stopping and fighting back. Satomi found you hiding in fear in a cave. She offered herself as a friend, a mentor. As an alpha. She made sure you weren’t alone.

It was rare to see Satomi show any other emotion. Her expression remained mostly stoic and reserved. Strength and anger is what most came across, but it was moments like these that Satomi let her guard down in front of her betas. She let a tear shed and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“We got her here in time, Satomi. She’s okay.” Brett spared his alpha a glance. “Besides you know how she is, she’ll be back to herself in no time, begging you to make your beef stew tomorrow.” Brett’s eyes crinkled at the thought. It brought a smile to Satomi’s face.

Satomi had let her head fall down. She spared your unconscious state a glance every now and then. She strained her ears enough to hear the slow rhythmic pattern of your heart beating. It was still there. It was enough to bring her some comfort.

“Her heart is slow.” Satomi frowned.

“But it’s still beating. That’s all that matters.” Brett put his hands out and placed it on top of hers. 

“I don’t know if I can’t take losing any more of you.” Satomi looked up at Brett and Lori.

“You’re not. Besides, we got Scott’s help now. This Deadpool will be over before you know it.” Brett offered a bit of peace of mind to his alpha, but even she knew that things were never going to be truly over. Not with the life you all lived.

“Let’s hope so, my dear boy.”

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Can I request a Brett talbot imagine where him and the reader have been dating long term (4 years ongoing) and they are at a high school party where Lori is being left out so the reader and her sisters drag Lori to the dance floor to cheer her up, maybe ends in smut where brett shows her how amazing she is? If your comfortable with writing smut for them if not then I 100% understand 💗

You're Amazing

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Fem!Reader

Summary: Brett shows you just how amazing he thinks you are.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (implied), smut, oral sex (f receiving).

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I was totally okay writing smut but if you're ever unsure I have a post that tells you all the things I will and won't write. Hope you enjoy this fic! <3

Also, after I finished writing this, I realised you asked for the reader to have sisters and I forgot to include that in the story. So if you'd like, I'd be happy to rewrite this, just DM me and let me know, or send another ask.

You were unable to pull your gaze from the familiar face standing alone across the room, the bustling crowd of teens seeming to ignore her as she stood there awkwardly.

You'd come to this party with Brett, and you were currently standing in a corner, him lazily hanging off your shoulders as you held your beer.

"What're you staring at?" He asked, his head turning to face you so that you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.

You shrugged, letting out a heavy sigh as you continued to stare at the girl across the room. "Your sister, she's all on her own."

"I'll go talk to her." He immediately said as he started to move from where he was draped across your shoulders.

But before he could walk away, you reached up to grip his arm, stopping him. "No, no. I've got it."

He just flashed you a small smile as he leaned back against the wall, taking your beer from you before you ventured off into the crowd in pursuit of his sister.

When you'd managed to push through the crowd, you tapped her on the shoulder. "Lori?"

She gave you a nervous smile, her hand coming up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Oh, hey (y/n). What's up?"

"You wanna dance?"

"Oh, I dunno."

"Come on." You urged, flashing her a grin as you reached out to grip her hand in yours, slowly guiding her towards the dance floor.

She quickly obliged, following close behind you as you made your way over to the the space where mostly couples were glued together, lazily swinging their bodies back and forth.

You could tell that Lori was still a little doubtful so you turned to her, securing your other hand around hers as you urged her to start moving with you.

At first, your movements were awkward, uncoordinated as you both struggled to find your footing.

But soon Lori was smiling, bouncing along with you on the dance floor as the music blared in your ears.

"Having fun?" You asked, your hands still entwined with hers as you danced around.

"What?!" She yelled, leaning closer to you to hear you better.

"Are you having fun?!" You repeated, your voice straining a little as you shouted.

She nodded then, a wide grin expanding across her features. "Thanks for this! My brother really picked a good one huh!"

"Yup!" You smiled, slowing your movements down as the song started to come to an end.

All the couples that were pressed together were still clumsily swaying around when you let go of Lori's hands, inviting her back to come and stand with you and Brett.

Again, she followed you through the crowd and when you finally got back to your original corner, Brett was waiting for you.

"Hey." He smiled, handing you back your beer and then directing his attention towards his sister. "You okay?"

She nodded, giving him a small smile as she stood beside you. "Yeah I'm good. Your girlfriend's a keeper by the way."

"She's amazing isn't she?" He grinned, slinging an arm over your shoulders as he leaned down to press a light kiss to your temple.

"Shut up." You smiled, shrugging him off.

"What? I mean it." He said, pretending to be offended by your response.

You all probably only stood there together for a few more minutes before Lori spoke up. "You know, you two don't have to stay here with me."

"You sure?" Brett asked.

"Yeah, I'm getting kinda tired anyway. I might just go home."

"You want me to walk you out?" He asked her, standing up straighter now.

Lori just shook her head, offering him a small smile. "Thanks, but you know I can take care of myself."

"Alright, then I guess I'll see you later." He answered, giving her a small wave as she wandered off into the crowd, leaving you both alone now.

Brett leaned closer to you then, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "You wanna go upstairs?"

"Sure." You smiled, threading your fingers with his as you followed him towards the stairs.

You both managed to find an unoccupied bedroom, and Brett quickly led you inside, locking the door behind him.

"You know I meant what I said back there." He started, a small smile on his face as he leaned against the door, watching you. "You're amazing."

"I only did what any other person would do." You excused, attempting to shrug the compliment off.

"Well thank you." He smiled, stepping closer to you. "For looking out for my sister."

"It's no problem." You answered, your breath catching in your throat when his hands found their way to your hips.

He leaned down to you then, his lips gently brushing against yours, and if he wasn't holding onto your hips right now you swore you probably would've collapsed right there.

"I love you." He said softly, pure adoration in his eyes as he stared down at you.

"I love you too." You smiled, reaching up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him toward you to reconnect your lips with his.

You felt him smiling against your lips as his arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer.

And as he guided you both towards the bed in the centre of the room, you both never broke away from each other, his arms still secured tightly around your waist.

You gasped when your legs hit the edge of the bed, earning a small grin from Brett before he lowered you down onto the mattress.

He carefully lifted your t-shirt over your head, a wide smile expanding across his features as he stared down at you.

"You're so beautiful." He marvelled, seemingly breathless as he took you in.

You immediately brought your hands up to cover your face, unable to stop the stupid grin forming on your lips.

But Brett was quick to pull your hands away, forcing you to look up at him. "Don't hide your face from me."

You smiled then as he ducked down to press a kiss just below your jawline, your breath hitching in your throat as he continued to drag his lips down your neck, towards your chest.

"You're amazing." He mumbled against your skin, his mouth trailing closer to your stomach. "I got so lucky with you."

"Shut up." You giggled, meeting his eyes when he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans, silently asking for permission.

You offered him a small nod in response, smiling down at him as he swiftly removed your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear now.

"I mean it ya know?" He spoke softly, his fingers carefully wrapping around your ankle. "I really do."

He gently lifted your leg off the mattress sightly, beginning to leave a trail of kisses from your ankle to the inside of your thigh, each gentle press of his soft lips sending chills up your spine.

And you watched as he dragged his lips all the way up to your clothed cunt, pausing to look up at you for a moment.

You offered him a small smile before he returned his attention to between your legs, slipping the thin material of your underwear down your thighs.

You shivered when he positioned his head between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy.

And when you felt the first swipe of his tongue, you were unable to hold back the loud moan that fell from your lips.

Brett hummed against your flesh, his hands coming up to grip your thighs, keeping you in place as he swirled his tongue over your throbbing clit.

"Oh." You moaned, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his mouth on you. "Jesus."

"God you're so beautiful." He mumbled against you, the vibrations of his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"I love you Brett...so much." You panted, reaching up to desperately grip the sheets in your hands.

You were helpless beneath him, and you almost jumped off the bed when he thrust his tongue inside you, his grip tightening around your thighs to keep you still.

He was no longer muttering compliments againt you now, instead he was moaning along with you, his face still snug against your pussy as he continued to eat you out.

And it wasn't long until you were reaching your release, heat beginning to pool in your belly as he pushed his tongue into you harder.

"Oh my god!" You cried out when you finally came, pleasure wracking through your body as Brett continued to lap at your clit, groaning against you.

He pulled away then, smirking at you as he wiped his mouth, before crawling back up your body to meet you in a desperate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair.

And when he pulled back to look down at you, he had the biggest smile on his face. "You're amazing."

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A/N: Just gonna say, if any part of this is innacurate to his character it's because this is my first time writing for him (same with Lori too). But I really tried to make it as accurate as I could so I hope this is okay! Also, sorry this took so long aha😅

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Betrayal

Characters: Brett Talbot x male reader, Isaac Lahey x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

"Brett! I need your help!” You called into your house when you opened the front door while your little brother was still in the car. When you looked at him - as you waited for your husband - you noticed again that your brother is not that small anymore. Big enough that you can't carry him on your own. Although these new procedures are slowly getting him back on his feet, walking or standing up without much help is still too much for him.

For a moment, you just stood in the open door, waiting for your man to come from somewhere, most likely shirtless. But even minutes later he didn't come.

Worried, you entered slowly and carefully. After all, you never knew if a group of hunters might have found your man. With your heart beating like crazy, so fast that it concerned you that all supernatural beings in a ten-kilometer radius would soon come to look at what was happening, you moved to the living room. As quietly as you could, you opened a hidden wall and pulled out one of your late father's guns. Your homemade miracle weapon is already loaded.

With that gun safely in hand, you first checked every room on the first floor, but nothing was there, no person and no sign of a fight... no signs at all. Now really worried, you started stumbling up the stairs, beads of sweat pouring down your forehead from the warmth of your body, almost obscuring your field of vision.

You took one of your hands off the gun to wipe away the beads of sweat. But it didn't help much. Soon there were more, which put even more concern in your mind.

After a few steps, you could hear a sudden noise. You couldn't really make out what the sound was, so you stopped and looked up and down the stairs to make sure no one was walking past you. At the same time, you listened carefully.

It was quiet again for a while. But as soon as the sound returned, you were already on high alert. It sounded like a groan of pain, as if someone -most likely Brett - was badly hurt.

Light as a feather, you bounded up the rest of the stairs, almost silently, your gun slightly lowered as you passed locked doors. The further you walked, the closer you got to where the sounds were coming from, making you tremble with fear that Brett was being tortured.

When you had to stand in front of the room where everything happened, your blood ran cold. It was... your bedroom? Your shared bedroom! The bedroom you are sharing with your husband! Who on earth is sick enough to torment someone in their own bedroom?

You stood there to make sure it was the correct room, and when you were sure: you yanked open the door, raised your gun, and searched the room. But once the bed you slept in just a few hours ago, with your husband by your side, is a sight you will never forget. "Mum?" Your voice cracked, calling out the only "parent" you had left.

She just looked at you lazily and grinned. At the same time, through her movement, you could see who was below her: whom she rode like a horse.

The first thing you wanted to do was shoot them both. Instead, you turned around and slammed the door behind you. Just to be safe, you locked your gun: so you couldn't shoot even if you wanted to.

Mumbling curses, hot salty tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. "Babe, wait! I can explain it!” You heard your husband's deep voice. Which just a few hours ago made you jump with lust. Now you made you want to strangle the bastard.

"I'm sure you have an elaborate, sad excuse for shagging my drug-addict mother who tried to kill me multiple times, spent the last ten years in prison, and paralyzed my brother."

He already knew all that. After all, there's no getting around not telling such important things like that. In the end, it would have come out anyway.

"She's clean and wanted to reconcile, one thing leads to another and-"

"Yet you fucked her, destroyed my trust in you, and asked me if she was the only one." At this point, you both were standing in front of your house - Brett was only in his underwear, though. "Let me guess. You two had a secret affair for at least six months. Because she is out of jail since then, she's most likely been telling you some shitty sob story about how my dad kept her away and used his contacts to get her into trouble, that she's actually the good parent."

From his silence, you could tell you'd hit the nail on the head, and you backed away in disgust. "She only loves herself. She never wanted to make up in her life, but I can tell you, she wants your money. She knows you're are loaded, and since she doesn't have access to my or my brother's money. She must have thought my hot bisexual husband might be an easier target. And unfortunately, she was right."

When you rushed over to your car, your brother sat in his seat in absolute shock. Although recent surgeries have been a success, and he has regained some control of his body, he still has a long way to go. Brett was like another older brother to him, a rock to both of you. Hearing your babble obviously upset him. But at this moment, you couldn't talk about it, too upset about the whole situation. So you just started the car, let Brett bang against the car doors as you rolled down the driveway, drove off immediately, and left him in the dust.

Kay didn't even look at you, too deep in thought. Subconsciously he played with his hands. It made you happy to see him moving at all and seeing him exercise when he was stressed made it even better. Even if he still has a lot of work to do before he can fully use any part of his body again.

For about two hours, you just drove around. But Kay began to whine about his body aching from being cooped up in the car the entire time.

You knew you had to crash somewhere. So you went to the only place you could think of. With a heavy sigh, you turned the wheel to head back toward the city you so badly wanted to leave behind forever.

Deeper into the city and not back to the outskirts, you were living a happy life until that wrench of a woman came back like the plague and destroyed it again.

You soon found yourself in a relatively newly built skyscraper. You carefully got your brother out of the car, put him in his wheelchair, and wheeled him into the lobby. The guard greeted you warmly and asked if he should warn him before you just stood to get to his door. But you waved him off and wished him a nice day after he gave you a visitor pass.

You knocked on the door quite softly; you visit so often. Someone scrambled inside but quickly got to the door. As soon as the door opened, the breath caught in your throat.

"Is everything ok?"

"Not really," you told him, almost throwing up at his feet. "Can we come in?"

He just stepped to the side because he knew you would tell him what was going on soon enough. "Can I go back to one of the guest rooms?"

"Of course, little buddy. You know where to go, don't you?" Isaac's smile was so bright as he spoke to your brother. It warmed and melted your heart at the same time.

Kay immediately used all his strength to roll over there. The moment you heard the door shut, you broke down: you cried ugly tears and fell to your knees. And all before your host could even react.

"Calm down! Your heartbeat is too fast!"

You hate his wolf hearing, you can never lie to him, and he always knows when something is wrong. He soon came to your side and pulled you into his arms. You've been a bit distant with him for the past few years after he's openly admitted to everyone about his feelings for you. Brett had no problem with your friendship with Isaac because he knew you only loved him. But you didn't see fit to get too close to Isaac under the circumstances.

He was right. Nothing had ever happened between you and Isaac. Now you hated yourself for it. You should have followed your heart when you fell a little in love with your childhood friend after a year with Brett, but you thought Brett would be a better husband. How wrong you were back then; you should have left Brett and gone to your childhood friend instead. After all, everyone knew your husband was a player, but you thought he'd changed, that you'd tamed him enough to remain loyal, but now you know it was just wishful thinking.

Isaac only held you for a long time, later even carried you to the couch, put a blanket over you, and even went so far as to make hot chocolate with little marshmallows: just as you like it.

"So what happened?"

You feared this question. But you knew it would come sooner or later. Suddenly your eyes went dry, and your sadness turned to numbness as if nothing had happened. It sends chills down Isaac's spine to see you like this. Fear overcame him, even trying to put some distance between the two of you, but you crawled onto him as if your life depended on it.

Sitting there, a frightened Isaac, and you, clinging to him, have told your story. That you believed for about two years that your husband had multiple affairs but could never prove it; On this day, however, you caught him in the act.

Isaac tensed up at the mention of an affair, but when it dawned on him that you had mentioned several, his face twisted into one with anger. But you weren't even in the best part yet.

Isaac knows your mother and how terrible this woman was to you and your brother that even the state didn't want to hand you over to her after your father died but had no choice until she paralyzed Kay. You were then emancipated and took custody of him. With your father's money, you could easily find a caretaker for your brother when he came out of the hospital or rehab.

So when you told him how you found her in your marital bed with your husband, he got up, pushed you back on the couch, and paced the room.

He cursed under his breath, cursing Brett to death, mumbling that he gave him a chance to be with you before he would've picked you up. And if he hadn't gone to France, you would have been certain that you never married Brett, but him: your childhood friend, first crush, and first love, even if it was just on your side.

As you saw his anger spiraling out of control, as he slowly transformed, you stood up yourself, but it was too late; cabinets and closets were his victims, poor wooden things.

"I swear if I get my hands on that little rat, I-"

Suddenly a loud knocking was heard. Both Isaac and you looked at each other in shock. They both seemed to know where the other side was, and neither wanted to deal with it.

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Tent fun - Brett Talbot x M!Reader

"Why are we doing this again?" You mutter, carrying the heavy cooler across your campsite.

"Because you've never been camping before and I wanted to take your virginity," Brett laughs as he sets up your tent.

"I'm pretty sure you did that already," you grin.

"Your camping virginity nerd," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"But why couldn't we go camping in a hotel or something," you say walking back to the truck and grabbing your duffel bags.

"Because that's not camping. You need to experience cooking at a campfire, eating Smores while looking up at the stars," he says wrapping his arms around your waist, "and most importantly… sex in the tent."

"You should have started with that," you said turning around in his arms and kissing him.

You started walking backwards towards the tent but Brett pulled away grinning, "dinner first then tent fun, I'm starving."

Sighing dramatically you head towards the cooler to get the stuff you had brought to make the first night's dinner.

Brett insisted on making hot dogs over the campfire because it was what his dad would always make when he took him and his sister camping when they were kids.

After dinner you sat in some folding chairs, cuddled together with a blanket around your shoulders looking up at the setting night sky.

"It really is beautiful out here," you admit, already not hating this weekend as much as you thought you were going to.

"It's why I love coming here so much, we can get away from the supernatural hellhole that is beacon hills," Brett tells you.

"Thanks for making me go camping," you smile, leaning in and kissing him, "even if there are a lot of gross bugs, like did you see that giant beetle earlier? That thing could kill us in our sleep."

He laughs and kisses you again, this time much more intensely which leads to Brett taking you to the tent but not before properly putting the fire out.

Inside Brett had already set up the sleeping bags and pillows in a way to try to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

Brett lays you back, climbing on top of you while kissing you.

Both your hoodies and shirts were quickly discarded, running your hands down Brett's chest.

Tossing your shoes to the side you both hurried to get out of your jeans and boxers feeling the chilly night air hit your now bare skin.

Brett kissed down your body, wasting no time in taking your cock in his mouth.

He bobbed his head, getting you hard and your hand tangling in his hair.

As amazing as Brett was at this, you needed more.

"Brett," you moan, "fuck me."

He released your cock and moved back up to your lips, "Don't need to ask me twice," he smirks.

"You're so lame," you laugh into the kiss but moan when he rubs your cocks together.

"But I give you incredible orgasms," he says repositioning himself on his knees.

"You're not wrong there," you groan.

Hiking your legs up around his waist he lathers two of his fingers in spit and teases your hole with them.

He pushes one and then the other inside, stretching you out for him as you grasp as the sleeping bag.

About a minute later he feels you're open enough for him and replaces his fingers with his cock.

Your jaw clenches when he begins rocking his hips and his nails dig into your thighs when he picks up the pace.

The woods outside were quiet besides the chirping crickets but the tent was filled with your combined moans and breathy groans.

Reaching down you began stroking your cock feeling yourself nearing your release.

"Brett... baby I'm gonna cum," you say stroking faster.

"I want to cum with you," Brett says, pulling out of you, his hand jerking his own cock steadily.

Soon you and Brett were then both cumming, spraying all over your stomachs and moaning each other's names.

When your heart rates return to normal the two of you clean up, throwing on some sweats and hoodies to keep you warm during the night.

You wanted to sleep naked like you usually did with him but Brett warned you that you would regret that in the morning so reluctantly you put some clothes back on but made sure to rub your ass into his crotch as you settled into the sleeping bag.

"Goodnight baby, don't let the grizzly bears bite," he teases.

"Not funny Brett, if I hear even the slightest movement outside I'm waking your ass up," you tell him.

"And I will be your werewolf in shining armor," he smiles, kissing the top of your head.

Cuddling together as close as possible in your sleeping bag, you fell asleep peacefully in Brett's arms.

Maybe camping wasn't so bad and Brett was right, you would not have been a happy camper the next morning if he let you sleep naked.

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But Nolan lets Brett’s voice wash over him as he finds his eyes drifting around Brett, starting in the dark caramel hair, shaken and messy from the day, which halos from the sunlight shining in from the large glass windows. Brett had immediately shucked his blazer off, leaving a partially unbuttoned white button-up with the sleeves around his elbows.

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HATE TO LOVE YOU — BRETT TALBOT

SUMMARY: The reader’s hatred for Brett might be reconsidered after certain events go down.

WARNING(S): Angst, mentions of death.

WORD COUNT: 4,534

PAIRING: Brett Talbot x fem!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

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You weren’t much of a sports person, but if it meant being there to support your best friend, then being the sporty type you would be. Liam and Mason convinced you to stay after school to watch Liam do drills. You thought nothing of it until he forgot to mention that Brett would be there.

You weren’t very fond of Brett. You both got off of the wrong foot. He was rude and cocky. Not to mention, he held a grudge against Liam’s temper problem. It wasn’t his fault. Liam tried his best to maintain his anger. Yet it doesn’t always work out when he’s tempted.

“There he is. That’s the I.E.D I remember!” Brett butted helmets with Liam, laughing. “What’s it stand for? Intermittent Explosive Disorder. What’s it gonna take for you to explode Liam?” Brett stared at him up and down.

Liam glared up at him. Brett knew how to push all the right buttons. You picked up on Liam’s heartbeat, it was beating rapidly. You knew nothing good was gonna come out of this if Brett continued. You slowly stood from your seat next to Lori and Mason. “What’s wrong?” She looked at you with concern.

“Your brother’s the matter.” You let out a low growl. Your e/c irises showing their true golden color. Mason’s eyes widened as he noticed your eyes. Lori tried making you sit down, but you were much stronger against her hold. You removed her grasp and descended down the bleachers, ignoring their calls after you.

Liam’s eyes turned to gold. He glanced at Brett before rolling his eyes trying to move past him, but Brett shoved him back.

“I’m trying to help you! You’re not in control and if you don’t fix it. Someone’s going to get hurt.” He told Liam. Although Liam didn’t respond, he just continued to glare at Brett with his golden irises on full display behind his helmet.

As you were approaching them, you saw Liam walk away heading in the direction of the locker rooms with his head down. You approached Brett with quick steps and shoved against his back. He fell with the force hitting the ground. He turned on his back laying on the floor. “What the hell, Y/n!” He threw his arms out in question.

“What was that?” You gave him a grunt. He finally caught on and immediately darted up from the floor to stand in front of you. Your yellow eyes glowing down at him.

“Seriously, first Dunbar now you. You guys need some serious help. That short temper you got there is going to get you kil-” You cut him off swinging your right arm across the side of his helmet. His head shifted opposite of the force. He kept his head down while trying to remain calm. You stood there huffing from the energy you put in that swing.

Brett slowly turned his head towards you. You smirked as you saw his eyes glow golden now too. He stood up straighter and glanced down at you.

“Cute.” He said rather amused.

“There’s more where that came from.” You let your fangs come out.

Brett removed the helmet. He shook his head and smiled at you.

“I think you better keep it on Brett.” You muttered.

“Is that a threat, Y/n?” He smirked, taking a step forward getting up real close to you.

“You don’t scare me.” You avoided his gaze. 

“What? Can’t look at me now? Oh come on Y/n I know you better than that.” He taunted. “If you think you’re all that then hit me again.”

You scowled at him. You clenched your fist feeling the tips of your claws pierce into the skin of your palm. “Hit. Me. Y/n.”

You scoffed at him and turned around. You felt liquid running down your hands, but you didn’t care. Brett quickly caught your wrist. Frowning as he saw blood drip through your close fist. 

“Let go of me!” You growled under your breath.

“This doesn’t actually help does it?” He questioned.

“Works fine for Liam.” You tried taking your hand back but he kept his grip.

“Ya know, Satomi has shown us many ways to control our anger. Other methods which don't involve self-infliction.” He looked into your eyes. You visibly relaxed under his gaze. Your shoulders slumped and mouth agape as you felt an immense sense of relief leave your body. You chanced a glance down at his hand gripping your wrist and barely caught sight of black veins shifting from you into his arm. “Feeling better?” He teased you.

“You took my pain away. Why?” Brett released his grip and let you take your arm back. You put your arm to your chest subconsciously rubbing where his hand was. 

“I’m not a monster, Y/n.” He laughed.

“Bit of a misconception but sure…” You quipped back. “You’re not a monster.” You gave him a tight lipped smile.

Brett's eyes twinkled with amusement. “You know it’s okay to let other people in. Especially me…werewolf to werewolf ya know. I could help you learn how to get control of the shift during the full moon. You’re still having trouble right?”

“No!” You grew defensive. “I’m fine.”

“And I’m a freaking unicorn.” You rolled your eyes at him. “You could seriously hurt someone with that temper of yours. Let me be of help.”

“I said I’m fine.” You glared at him.

Brett raised his hands up in defense. “Just offering my help.”

“No one asked you to!” You scoffed.

“Would it really be such a bad thing?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Cause I hate you.”

“You hate me?” Brett smirked. “You don’t hate me.”

“Uh yes I do!”

“No. I think you like me.” Brett was sure of himself.

“You don’t know what I feel.” You crossed your arms.

“I think you like me…” Brett added again.

“I think I hit you too hard.” You laughed out in disbelief.

“Nah. My head is rock solid.” He knocked against the side of his head.

“You’re something alright…” You muttered under your breath.

“What if I like you?” 

“What?” You had never turned your head fast enough. Your heart was not steady after that. 

“What if I like you?”

“Umm…stop.” You looked at him crazily.

“No, I don’t think I will.” Brett shook his head. He placed his helmet back on and started walking towards the center of the field again. “See ya, Y/l/n.”

What the hell just happened?

-

You didn’t realize how late it got until you saw the parking lot quite empty and dark. You were waiting for Liam and Mason, mostly Mason since he was your ride home.

“Come on Mason pick up.” You groaned in annoyance. You were about to consider walking the long trek home until you noticed a similar silhouette walking to his car. You considered your options and honestly a ride home from someone you couldn’t stand was better than walking home alone in the dark. That and what he said earlier messed you up that you couldn’t think straight. You stood up from the sidewalk and started approaching him. “Hey, Brett?”

“Hey, I think you dropped this?” A voice spoke up as you did. Brett looked at you then at the woman who you now identified as your guidance counselor Ms. Monroe. You found it strange seeing her this late. Most of the staff left mid-day.

“Ms. Monroe, what are you doing here?” You furrowed your brows at her skeptically. You got a bad feeling. Your protective instincts kicked in as you slowly walked over to Brett standing in front of him.

“Oh I was going over some files before heading home and I noticed a lacrosse ball in the street and was hoping to return it.” You heard her heart skip once then go back to a steady rhythm.

“Couldn’t you have done that during the drills?”

“I guess I could have, but you’re here now so…” She threw the ball and you reached out to catch it, but Brett seemed to be one step ahead of you since he caught it. He rubbed the white plastic and purple powder puffed out from it. The smell reached his nose and he fell to the floor. “I’m sorry I should have told you…it’s wolfbane.”

You bared your teeth at her letting your claws come out and your eyes change. This crazy bitch was out of her mind. Ms. Monroe said how you and Brett didn’t deserve to have that much power. She got you a couple times before giving Brett a few beatings of his own with his lacrosse stick or what was left of it.

You managed all the strength you could muster and knocked her out. You made sure she was unconscious. You pulled Brett up to stand.

“Keys?” You asked him to try to keep him upright.

“What?” Brett groaned out.

“Your keys dammit, Brett. Give me your keys.” You adjusted him so that he could lean against the car door. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and handed them over. Just as you had them in your palm, you heard a groan behind you two.

You and Brett looked over at Ms. Monroe getting up slowly. 

“Brett?” You backed up slowly.

“Y/n, I need you to get out of here.” He turned to face you.

“What no!” You glanced at her still struggling to get up.

“Y/n get out of here!” He stared at you with his golden irises. You were shocked. 

“Bret you-” Your sentence got caught off short as Brett planted his lips against yours. He pulled away quickly, to your disappointment at the loss of contact. You were left with your mouth agape. You heard Brett growl before you saw him run off towards the woods leaving you standing motionless. You still had his keys in his hand. You saw Ms. Monroe clutching her neck. You hurriedly got in his car hoping to find Liam and Mason or anybody. You were overwhelmed with what happened, but you weren’t so bad...Brett’s lips on yours still lingered.

-

You were driving off in the direction of Scott’s house because none of the boys seemed to want to pick up. It was killing you not knowing if Brett was okay or still alive. Every bit of worry had started clouding your mind that you almost didn’t notice a figure standing in the middle of the road. You barely hit the brakes in time to not hit the person.

You ran a hand through your hair for not driving with caution. Something that you always did. You finally looked up and saw Lori with a worried expression and a stick in her hand. It smelled of blood, but not just any blood, it was Brett’s. You swiftly got out of the car. 

“Lori what the hell?” You exclaimed.

“You have Brett’s car? Why do you have his car? Where’s Brett?” She questioned with worry.

“Brett told me to run.” Your heart skipped a beat from the memory just previously. “Before he ran into the woods…” You explained to her.

“Then you know he’s hurt.” She raised the stick in her hand.

“Yea…” You bowed your head down.

“We have to look for him, he could die if we don’t get to him!” She said.

“Well we’re wasting time just standing here!” You motioned to the door with your thumb. You arrived at Scott’s, parking out front before getting out of the car. The two of you were heading towards the front door before hearing an engine go off. You both glanced at each other and started jogging up to the driveway. Scott was slightly reversing until he hit the brakes, noticing Lori standing behind the jeep. He got out of the jeep.

“I found this. It’s Brett’s, and he’s missing, and I heard gunshots.” Lori rambled quickly.

“How do you know this is his blood?” Scott questioned.

“Because he’s my brother, it’s mine too,” Lori stated.

“And I may or may not have been there too.” You grimaced as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Scott grabbed the stick from her hand and inspected the half bloody broken lacrosse stick.

“Scott, we have to find him.” You muttered.

“Alright, but we’ll need everyone’s help.” Scott stood up tall and spoke with his true alpha tone.

“Let’s go find your brother Lori.” Scott smiled at her.

-

Liam aligned his hand with the arrow plunged into the tree’s trunk and followed its end. He moved his arm down and noticed something in the dirt.

“Here!” He pointed to what appeared to be Brett’s phone. “I think he set a trap?”

“He’s fighting back,” Scott said.

“And now we know he’s alive.” Malia pitched in.

 “That’s good, that means there’s still time.” You nodded, trying to stay optimistic.

Lori pushed past Liam and took out the arrow. You caught a glance at the arrow she was holding.

“But he’s still hurt, we need to find him, he needs to know we’re here.” Lori took a death breath getting ready to let out a roar until Malia stopped her.

“You want the hunter to know we’re here too?” Malia asked.

“He’s new, we can take him.” Liam nodded.

“What if Brett howls back? He’ll lead the hunter right to him.” Malia protested.

“No, we could find him first. There’s no human that can track sounds faster than we can.” Scott argued. “We got the advantage, we’ve done this before, we know what we’re doing guys.” 

“How come I can’t catch his scent?” Malia questioned. 

“He’s masking it,” Lori responded quickly.

“Well, can someone tell him not too!”

“H-He went this way!” Liam broke off into a sprint with Lori running after him. You, Malia, and Scott all glanced at each other.

“So his traps didn’t work?” Malia stated.

“Maybe this hunter’s not such an amateur?” Scott stared at us.

“Or maybe he’s learning?”

“Either way we have to get to him before they do.” You informed them.

They agreed and started running after Liam and Lori. You follow close behind them. Liam said he smelled blood and started following it, which made you feel uneasy. 

“His trails gone,” Malia said after you five followed his blood, then ended up stopping, but it didn’t go on from anywhere else.

“Uh, maybe he just stopped bleeding?” Scott said unsurely.

Liam suggested that all of us split up, but Malia told him that if he wanted to suggest something stupid and wanted to die, then he should go right ahead. They broke into an argument before Malia gathered Scott’s attention. Although Scott was too busy at the moment to deal with them. “Hunters? He’s covering his track.” Liam looked at the footsteps that Scott uncovered.

“There’s another,” Scott revealed the second set of tracks.

“Two of them?” Malia said with her arms crossed.

“Maybe more?” Scott shrugged.

“How many hunters have you seen out here before?” Lori asked us.

“A lot.” Scott nodded

“Still wanna split up?” Malia turned to Liam again.

“We can deal with it,” Liam assured us. “We just need to find Brett’s trail.”

“No, we don’t, rock balancing. Satomi taught us. It’s him, and I know where he’s going.” Lori turned and faced us smiling.

-

Lori leads the way to the tunnels. It consisted of long corridors of pipes and different sections. We all followed her and watched as she bent down to inspect the black puddle in front of her. “He’s been poisoned!”

“That’s why he’s not healing,” Scott said.

“What if he only has a few hours to live?” Lori’s eyes showed with worry.

“We are not going to let him die, we’ll find him, Lori.” You placed a hand on her shoulder.

“If we howl we could find him.” Liam looked straight ahead of us.

“It’s too risky.” Malia shook her head.

“Who cares about the risk, he could be dying!” Lori retaliated.

Malia walked past her motioning to the black blood that kept going on.” He’s still moving.” 

“We just need time to think,” Scott told everyone although that wasn’t what we needed to hear. 

“I need him to know that I’m here, that I’m coming for him,” Lori said.

“Lori’s right.” Liam turned to Scott. “He has to know we’re here.”

“Liam, wait!” But it was too late, Liam already let out a roar that you were pretty sure the whole town could have heard.

“Why didn’t he answer?” Lori asked as we kept moving down the tunnels.

“Maybe he didn’t hear us.” Liam responded.

“Maybe he can’t.” Malia stated.

You all kept walking forward until Scott yelled out. “Lori no!”

Lori had triggered a trip wire that was placed on the floor. An arrow flew out of the wall beside us and lodged itself into Scott’s stomach. It caught you off guard.

All four of you started pulling and tugging trying to remove the arrow from his abdomen. You four grunted, but gave it another try and removed it. Scott immediately slid down to the floor. Liam wrapped an arm around him to steady him. Malia bent down and placed a piece of her ripped shirt on his wound to reduce the bleeding.

“They knew we were coming.” Scott grunted.

“Don’t talk, just heal…and let us figure this out.” Malia told him.

“They’ve been a step ahead of us the whole time…” Scott breathed shakily.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t wait around, we have to go.”

“We’re still three to two, we're faster, and stronger.” Liam began.

“And smarter...” Scott finished.

“I don’t care who’s smarter or faster or whatever my brother’s going to die!”

“Something’s not right?” Scott muttered. “That arrow, the trip wire, the poison. These aren’t amateurs.” Scott breathed in and out.

“But they’ve never fought us before.” You furrowed your brows feeling confused.

“And you’ve never fought hunters, Liam.” Scott reminded him, “We all need to stick together.” 

“I need to go.” Lori said.

“No, you’re not going alone. I’ll go with you,” Liam stutters.

“Me too.” You nodded at her.

“Liam, you don’t know who they are or what they’re capable of,” Scott said.

“Look, I know who we are. We never give up, especially when it’s someone innocent, when it’s someone alone, when it’s one of our friends.”

“Okay, go, go. All of you, I’ll catch up.” Scott muttered, leaning his head against the pipe.

“Go, Malia, go with them. I just need a minute, go.” Scott groaned.

“You just need to shut up.”

-

“Which way guys, there’s gotta be something?” Liam looked both left and right of the tunnels.

“Did he leave anything for you to find, like, like a signal, or, more rocks?” Liam listed off.

“I don’t hear anything…I don’t see anything.” Lori sighed.

“Well find something, Lori.” You gave her a small smile.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Liam informed her.

“How do you know?”

“Cause, cause he’s strong.” Liam nodded while Lori sighed. “He’s really strong. He’s knocked me down on the lacrosse field more than once.” Liam started saying.

“No lie there.” You scoffed. Liam gave you an annoyed look before continuing on.

“Now, when I see him coming, I do everything I can to get the hell out of the way.”

“Brett actually started playing lacrosse for me.” Lori opened up as a tear fell from her eye.

“For you?” Liam asked softly.

“I didn’t have any friends at my old school. Devenford Prep needed lacrosse players, and Brett practiced all summer, and he got a scholarship and told them that they had to take me if they wanted him.”

“Of course he said that.” You smiled fondly at the thought. “He loves you so much, Lori.” You reassured her.

“We’re gonna find him.” Liam rubbed a hand slowly but reassuringly on her right arm. The three of you then turned your heads in different directions, your faces twisting in disgust, your noses scrunched due to an awful smell.

“Do you smell that? It’s, it’s sour.” Liam faced the left of the tunnel.

“It smells like something’s rotting.” Lori said.

“I think it’s poison.” You stared at them.

“That’s how we’ll find him.” Lori let out a nervous chuckle.

You then took off in the direction the smell was coming from. Every turn you took felt the same to you, and you're pretty sure Lori felt the same way as well.

“They all look the same, are you sure we’re going the right way?” Lori questioned.

“Yeah, Liam I feel like we came down this way already.” You pitched in.

“I’m positive. I’ve gotten lost down here before, more than once. Just follow the scent.” Liam said while walking with quick steps.

“I hate that scent.” Lori complained.

“Wait. I hear something.” Liam stopped abruptly. You all stopped and listened with your ears. “It sounds like-”

“-A heartbeat!” Lori finished.

You all looked at one another before taking off in a sprint. You all made a sharp left before entering another path of the tunnels. There was a big opening up ahead which made you halt to a stop when Lori exclaimed happily.

“Brett!” Lori sighed falling to her knees next to him. You and Liam sighed in relief. You slowly approached him and sat on your heels on his right. 

“You found the rocks.“ Brett muttered.

“Yeah, I found the rocks.” Lori chuckled.

Brett then noticed you. “Y/n? You came back for me?” He gave you a smile.

“You told me to run, you never said I couldn’t save you. We don’t leave behind our own.” You reached forward and gripped his hand tightly. You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. His blood turned black and stained his pink lips. He didn’t look good. “Besides, you got some serious explaining to do about that kiss.” You started smiling a little seeing him hang his head bashfully. Brett smirked a little. He squeezed back your hand in his. You glanced at your hands intertwined before pushing back his hair and caressing his cheek. He leaned into your palm.

You leaned in and pecked his forehead. Brett closed his eyes at the feeling. You just wanted to get him out of here. Get him to Deaton so he could help him.

“I’m sorry did I miss something?” Liam motioned between the two of you.

 “Liam?” Brett looked up at Liam.

“Hey, we’re gonna get you out of here.” Liam grabbed Brett’s hand pulling him up onto his feet. 

“You’re a dumbass…for doing this.”

“Oh, is that your way of thanking me?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“No, that’s my way of calling you a dumbass, but thanks.” Brett breathed out. You and Lori both stood at his sides, trying to steady and keep him upright.

Liam turned around to the tunnel furrowing his eyebrows until there was a flash of light and fog started filling up the tunnel.

“They’re coming!” Lori informed you.

“Okay, go I’ll hold ‘em off,” Liam said.

“I’ll go with you!” You told him.

“No stay with Brett and Lori, just get him out of here.” Liam said.

A shrilling noise started going off hurting your ears making you cover them. Brett and Liam covered their ears before Liam yelled over the noise. 

“Go, go!” Liam growled.

You got on Brett’s right side again and helped Lori. You kept turning corners and struggled to keep Brett on his feet.

“Lori which way?” You shouted over the device that was going off.

“Just a little further, we’re almost out of here,” Lori said as Brett still had his ears covered. You turned another corner and continued walking straight. You then felt Lori stop. You followed to where her gaze was which was towards a ladder.

“Brett, come on let’s get you out of here.” You and Lori made sure he was alright as he pulled himself up slowly. You held your hands out in case he fell. Once he reached the top he removed the disk.

“Okay, go Lori.” You watched as she climbed her way up and out to where Brett was.

You followed shortly after her not even to the top of the hole when you heard Liam shouting.

“Lori, no! Y/n, Lori, wait!” You could hear the fear in his voice. You saw him come around the corner.

“Liam?” You stared at him wide-eyed until you glanced up at the hole.

“It’s a trap, Y/n!” You immediately climbed out. Once you were out you noticed the front of a truck run into Brett and Lori. Their bodies hit the street with a thud.

“No!” You cried out as you ran to them. You dropped to your knees. “Lori!”

Upon hearing your cry Liam’s eyes turned gold and he leaped out of the hole. His eyes and fangs and claws on full display. He slowly turned around and watched as you had placed Brett’s head in your lap and Lori gazing over her brother with tears in her eyes. She grasped his hand. You had reached out both of your hands. One gripped tightly in Brett’s and one on Lori. Black veins protuding up your left arm only and into your body. Your breathing became labored with each harsh inhale you took. Lori was in so much pain.

“Brett, come on please!” You pleaded. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you!” You gripped his hand tighter but nothing was happening. You glanced at Lori and watched as the veins in her hands slowly started to vanish. 

“Close your eyes.” Lori spoke to him.

“Lori?” You whispered not wanting this to happen. You shook your head as tears spilled from your eyes. You moved your hand from your arm up to caress her hair.

Lori rested her head on Brett’s stomach. “I couldn’t take away his pain...” She looked up at Liam, her breathing was labored and becoming even slower. “L-Lori?” You whimpered as you hear her take her last breath. 

Liam let out an anguished roar. Everyone around you watched with fear in their eyes.

They were scared.

You couldn’t move. All you could do was stare at their lifeless bodies. Every inch of your body felt numb to the pain. This shouldn’t have happened, you thought. They didn’t deserve this. You choked up a sob and the tears started flowing down your cheeks. “Noo!” You cried in agony.

You didn’t care if everyone was giving you looks. You would never get the chance to express to Brett how you felt about him. He was gone, Lori was gone and he wasn’t coming back.

You didn’t bother moving from your place. You looked down at Brett’s motionless face and stroked back his hair slowly. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and saw it fall on his cheek. You were never going to get the chance to tell him that you loved him. You wanted all the pain to go away, yet you felt so numb that you didn’t feel the only remaining sense of humanity in you disappear. Someone was going to pay.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Ok I loved your Brett imagine and I have a request if you are taking them still where the reader is studying to be a doctor and working alongside Melissa at the hospital maybe during med student experience and they bring in a member of the pack and they’re all amazed at how calm and level headed the reader is and Brett is so proud when he hears members of the hospital calling her Dr? 🥹

Doctor

Pairing: Brett x Fem!Reader

Warnings: brief mentions of blood.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I'm so glad you liked my other fic and I hope you enjoy this one. Also, I'm always taking requests but if you're ever unsure, it'll tell you on my pinned post whether my requests are open. (y/l/n = your last name)

It had been a slow day at the hospital. People had been filtering in and out every so often with minor injuries but nothing too serious had happened thus far. A sense of restlessness crept over you as you slumped over the front desk, watching Melissa McCall tending to a patient. You'd been working alongside her as part of your med student experience, and needless to say, she was brilliant. You admired her.

But as much as you loved it here, you had to admit that you did wish things were more hands on. Most days, you were confined to the front desk, filing papers and arranging appointments. It was pretty rare that you were able to deal with patients. But you didn't mind much, because the times that you did deal with patients, it was gratifying.

However, it seemed things were about to get a little more 'hands on' when paramedics came crashing through the doors with someone on a gurney. And when you heard the name of the new patient, you immediately sprung into action.

"Oh my god, Liam?" You called, slipping out from behind the desk and making your way over to him.

When you saw the blood, your first instinct was to freak out, because he was your friend and it seemed like he was severely injured. But then you remembered, he was your friend, which meant you had to stay calm. You had to keep your composure if you wanted to do this the right way.

Voices seemed to clash together in all the commotion, but you were able to discern the voice of your attending as they asked you a question. "Doctor (y/l/n), taking into account the patient's injuries, what do you suggest we do?"

You quickly swept your gaze over him, desperately racking your brain for a response. You could see clear head injuries, which gave you only one answer. "We need to take him down to neuro for a CT."

"That's right. Well done, Doctor (y/l/n). Are you going to accompany us down to neuro?"

You gave your attending a quick nod, before helping them escort Liam down to neuro for a head CT.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Is he gonna be okay?"

You turned to look at Scott, who was watching you nervously from the other side of Liam's hospital bed, offering him a small smile in response. "Well his healing seems to have kicked in, so I'd say he's gonna be just fine."

Scott released a breath then, relief washing over him as he stared down at his friend. He was pretty beat up, but he was going to be fine.

You gave Scott a reassuring nod, before leaving him alone in the room with Liam. And when you approached the front desk, you were surprised to see Brett leaning against it, a small smile appearing on his face when he saw you.

"Hey." He grinned, his hand immediately reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair.

"Hey."

"So uh, I hear you're a doctor now." He smiled, his fingers still absently trailing through your hair.

"Oh, so you heard about Liam huh." You assumed, considering that was probably the only reason he was here right now.

"Is he...is he okay?" Brett finally asked after a moment of silence. "I heard it was pretty bad."

"Yeah, he's fine. Do you...wanna go see him? Because Scott's with him right now, but I'm sure you'd be okay to go in."

"No, no, I'm...I'm good." He paused for a moment then before his lips twisted into a smile. "Doctor (y/n)."

"Shut up, I'm not technically a doctor yet."

"Yeah, well you're a doctor to me." He smiled, his fingers coming to brush along your cheek. "I'm proud of you."

[Main Masterlist] [Brett Masterlist]

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always, Only. You. 29.1 REVISED

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital

That scent that you had caught back at the car had followed you all the way to the hospital. This person didn't have any malicious intent tied to their scent, but they were new. And new hardly ever meant good news. The two girls walked towards the nurse behind the counter.

You kept back, glancing at every single person as you entered to place where the smell was coming from. It had gotten stronger, meaning the culprit was closer. What worried you, was that neither girl had caught or even noted that they were aware of a possible stalker.

"He's on the third floor." Erica informed.

"Ok," you nodded. "You two head up. I'll meet you in a bit. I'm gonna get something from the cafeteria." You lied.

Erica nodded. She grabbed Cora's hand and began walking backwards towards the elevator.

You waited until they were out of view and then headed in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. The scent was fading. Whoever it was, knew you were tailing them and was leading you downstairs.

You continued down towards the basement of the hospital. The scent you had followed down was now stronger than before, meaning, the culprit was in and waiting.

You let out a low whistle as you walked in to the dimly lit basement of the hospital. The heartbeat of the culprit was steady, and the faint sound of their footsteps almost echoed in the room. The culprit, walked closer, slowly exposing themselves to you.

"Hello, handsome." You smirked, upon seeing the culprit fully. He was just a teenage boy. And he was handsome; tall also. Younger than Scott and the others though. He was definitely a werewolf just like them; and part of another pack. It just made you wonder. "Who sent you? Why are you following us?"

"Im part of Satomi's pack."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. Was he looking to join another pack or was he sent to you by her? But why wouldn't she come see you herself?

"I was looking for her. Does she know that?" You asked.

"If she did, do you really think she'd send me to come talk to you instead?"

"Alright, smartass. Then tell me, what do you want?"

"A man found us a while ago. He told us about an Ultima here in Beacon Hills. Full grown. Stronger than any alpha he's ever seen or met. And he told us, she can help. That we should trust her." A pause. "Satomi and some of the others from our pack have gone missing. No clue where they could have gone or if they're even still alive.”

"And you need help finding them, is that it?" You asked him.

He shook his head, "She often talked about a well respected alpha. A Hale. She had children and among them was a great and strong alpha. Here in Beacon Hills. So I came to find him." He took one step forward. "Some alpha he turned out to be." He scoffed. "Couldn't even keep his pack together and then he runs off and gets captured by hunters-"

"Watch it." You warn him. "Derek made his mistakes but he's made up for them."

"I'm sure he did." He took another step. "Remind me, what happened again? Why were you in the woods?"

You took one step forward. He was really starting to get under your skin. "I let you run your mouth enough. So the next thing that comes out of your mouth better be an answer to my question." You snarled.

"I'm just a teenage werewolf." He shrugged. "Without a pack." He added.

"So you are looking for a pack?"

"Temporary." He answered. "I wouldn't have come to you if I had any other choice." He confessed. "I mean you are the reason most of our pack is dead or missing."

"I didn't know any of that was going to happen."

"I know. That guy told us everything. Thats why i'm here."

"Guy? What guy?"

"He said his name was Deucalion."

"Ok, so what?" You were annoyed now. "You need help finding the rest of you pack, is that it?"

"I may be a werewolf but i'm also a teenager." He stated. "We just need somewhere safe to stay until Satomi comes back."

"We?"

"Me and my sister. If you won't take us both, at least take her in. Please."

You know exactly what could happen to omegas and betas without packs. But hunters were searching, possibly already coming, for you, there were weird shadow warriors coming after werewolves and you were horribly reminded how easy it was for you to lose your temper.

"I'm sorry," you began, "but I can't. You wont be safe around me. You should go to Scott."

Brett chuckled. "I'm not going to put my life or my sister's life in the hands of another kid. Please, we'll mostly be taking care of ourselves, we just need someplace safe to stay."

"Fine." You finally agree. "But if I say it's time to leave, you leave."

Brett stared at you a moment before finally nodding his head.

******

"Those girls. So are they part of your pack too?"

"I dont have a pack." You remind him. "We were part of the same pack though." You both stepped out of the elevator. "Those girls are pretty, and they will not hesitate to eat you alive." You snorted.

A familiar and triggering scent hit your nostrils. You held your hand out, stopping Brett from walking ahead of you. "Do you smell that?" You asked him.

He took a couple whiffs of the air. He slowly shook his head and looked to you. "No. Why? What are you smelling?"

You ignored Brett's question and continued following scent down the hall.

"Here." You stopped Brett. You were in front of Stiles' room, and the smell was practically engulfing the room. You didn't waste a second to open the door. Erica and Cora were motionless on the floor and Stiles was missing.

You stripped the blanket off the hospital bed and rushed to lay it over the two girls. And to confirm you suspicion, you knelt down and looked behind both of their ears for the mark.

"Stay here." You told Brett as you stood up. "Call Derek. Tell him where we are and Erica and Cora were both marked." You hand him Cora's phone.

"What? Where are you going?"

"I think I know who their next target is."

**********

"Stiles!" You yelled as you ran down the hallway.

It was odd. You caught his scent inside the room. But there was another smell as well, that was stronger. That masked Stiles' scent almost making it undetectable. And since it was one of the strongest scents in the room, you followed it. All the way to a surgery suite.

The scent finally ended at the pair of swinging doors leading into the room. And through the small windows you could see Stiles, just standing in the center of the room.

"Stiles." You slowly pushed opened one of the doors. That horrible smell tickled your nostrils and the tiny hairs all over your body stood up.

Stiles slowly turned around to face you. He looked confused at first, and then relieved. He blinked once. That once strong scent that had lead you down here was now gone. "Y/N?"

"Yeah. Are you ok?" Your body was fighting against you to take a step closer to him. There was something different about him. You could feel it.

"Yeah," he answered unsurely. "Are Erica and Cora ok?" He asked.

"Yeah," you gave him a tight lipped smile. "They're ok."

He took a step closer to you, causing your heart to jump. "These things showed up out of nowhere. What were they?" He was frightened, well appeared to be frightened, but he wasn't. Thats not what he was feeling at all.

"I don't know." You tilted your head and stared at Stiles. Every nerve in your body was tingling. Your instincts were screaming at you that something was wrong, very wrong. "You smell different? Are you sure you're ok?" You asked.

"Like what?" His tone was different now. His expression remained the same, confused. But his eyes, his eyes held a different expression; one that could make your skin crawl.

"What?"

"What do I smell like?" He asked slowly.

"I-I meant seem." You stuttered. "You seem different."

Just then Scott was walking in to the room. He noticed you and Stiles and glanced between the two of you, his eyes landing on Stiles. "Everything ok?" You turn around after Scott asks.

"Yeah." Stiles smiled to his best friend. Unexpectedly he stands besides you and places a hand on your shoulder.

You gasp at the contact. A chill was sent down your spine. You slowly turn to look at Stiles, he was already smiling at you. But there was something odd about his smile. There was this uneasiness you felt around him. You couldn't quite place it though.

"Yeah." You answered Scott as you faced him. "All good."

"Stiles," Scott averted his attention to his friend, "your dads going to be here soon. We should go down and wait for him."

Stiles patted your shoulder a couple times and then walked ahead to his best friend. The second he stepped out of the double doors, that feeling of uneasiness still lingered. You grazed over the area on your shoulder that Stiles had touched. Just that one area felt burning hot to the touch.

You thought you heard clicking behind you, so you slowly turned as you looked over your shoulder. There was no one behind you. You turned completely. "What was he doing down here?" You wondered. You took a step forward feeling something squish beneath your foot. You lifted your foot to see what you had stepped on, finding it odd for a sterile environment, only to see a burst of black smoke erupt.

You whipped your head around back towards the doors. You were starting to think maybe you weren't imagining the sudden uneasiness.

*****

You, Scott and Derek were circled around in what used to be Stiles' room in the hospital.

"Ok," you pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes, "These Oni, demon warriors, are searching for someone possessed by a dark spirit known as a Nogitsune?"

Scott nodded. "I thought they were after Kira at first. But its not her."

You sighed out. "Ok, but why go after your dad? Why not just mark him like they did with you guys?"

"He got in their way?" Scott more questioned than asked. "He thought they were intruders and they attacked back."

"Ok, but I got in their way when they tried to go after Aiden."

"Isaac made sure Argent didn't mention you when they spoke to Katashi. For your safety." Derek chimed in.

You only nodded. There was a small moment of silence between you three. You had remembered something from earlier that you wanted to ask Scott about. Maybe his answer as well, would confirm your suspicion.

"Hey, Scott. You called out. "How did you find Stiles earlier?"

Scott's face scrunched up a bit, "I don't know," he shrugged, "I followed his scent."

"What did you smell? Did you smell anything weird down there?"

Scott averted his gaze he began to think. Derek gave you a weird stare but you only shrugged back at him. "Weird how?" Scott asked.

There was knock on the door that had your attention. Brett was standing there, this time there was a girl, you assumed his sister, was standing next to him.

"Uhm, we'll talk. Later." You told Scott. "Derek." You nodded. Derek watched you questioningly as he watched you approach the two teens and then leave with them.

"Do you know them?" Derek asked Scott.

"No." Scott answered. "I thought maybe you did?"

"No. But I'm going to find out."

[evan-peters-is-my-husband12]

How you met Brett talbot

Your stiles younger sister and your brother is super protective over you even tho you know he won't have the guts to do anything he will still try to intimate them with his  super amazing baseball bat.

You just moved to beacon hills after living with your mother so your new to the school. "Good morning class today we have a new student please welcome yn" your teacher says. "Yn you can go sit up there next to Scott, scott please.raise your hand so yn knows who you are" the teacher adds. scott puts his hand up and you sit down next to him. "Hey yn I haven't seen U in forever but U should come see our game this afternoon were versing our rival school Liam's old school" scott says with a smile.

Later you visit the game and see the other team stretching and one particular boy catches your mind. He's tall and has icy blue eyes and really nice abs. He winks at you and you blush. After the game he.comes up to you "hey ik we haven't met before but your really pretty can I have your number"  you blush "thanks and here" you give him your number. After that you go home and.get a text from an unknown number

Brett:Hey it's Brett the guy from the lacrosse game

Me:hey I'm yn by the way also that's for the compliment

Brett:no probs

Me:igtg to sleep but I'll text U later bye!

I put the phone down on my bedside table  Brett wow that's a cute name

[parrish-imagines-tw]

I’m active again!!! Will be taking requests for all characters in Teen Wolf. Shoot me a message!

[salvatore-sister]

So I’m not gonna lie I just finally watched the trailer for the new teen wolf movie and here are my thoughts

First and foremost I knew the Nogitsune would be back, I legit wrote a fanfic about it years ago.

Second how dare they forget about Issac who was the last person seen with the Nogitsune

Also how can there be a plot involving the Nogitsune, Oni and kitsune but no Kira.

And I hope they explain where the hack Stiles is because he’s essential

[derpylittlenico]

fave teen wolf rarepairs: brett talbot x stiles stilinski

.......idefk y'all, this ship came aT me in the rudest way, and I love them for it.

[echoalyssa]

Jordan with an s/o who also plays football. Imagine he takes the team to meet his gf at a game and the teams asking him which one of the cheerleaders is his gf and he says your number and you take off your helmet and there all shocked, oh and along with the team can you add Olivia and Layla??

Authors Note: I fucking love this request. Thank you for submitting it! I actually played boys football for a sec and I did a similar imagine with Brett Talbot from Teen wolf!!

The lights of the stadium are almost blinding, the noise and rumbling of the spectators is calming to him. He'd grown up around this, it was all he knew. He can feel it radiating through him, giving him that buzz that only football does. It's different watching in comparison to playing though.

It was the bye week for Beverly Hills which meant that tonight was the night. Jordan spots his friends in the stands where he'd previously left them so that they would have the best spots. Spencer nudging Olivia's side and pointing at cheerleaders.

It's like a big guessing game to them because Jordan was normally an open book but not about her. They didn't even know her hair color.

Layla is tapping on her phone muttering something about 'finding her on instagram.'

JJ loops an arm around his neck, whooping loudly and probably a couple shots in.

"So where is she?" Asher calls to him.

Jordan smiles, finding her easily in the sea of practicing bodies on the field. She moves different to the rest of them, more graceful. She slips between the bodies like she's dancing.

"I know! I know!" Yells Layla, pointing to a pretty blonde stretching on the sidewalk. She holds up her phone which displays the girl's instagram.

Jordan chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the mystery. He had nothing against the cheerleaders, band kids, or the color guard, but none of them compared to you.

If his friends just looked harder, they would see her.

Layla shows him a few more before he finally takes pity on her.

"Alright alright. It's number seven."

He sticks two fingers into his mouth, whistling a sharp whistle.

Spencer, Layla, Olivia, and Asher crane to look, confused as to how a cheerleader could have a number.

She turns to the noise immediately, knowing his signal to her was unique.

Jordan's friends are all still peering around curiously, somehow still missing the football player making a beeline towards them.

She slinks up beside him, tugging off her helmet and shaking a mess of hair out of the way. Jordan loops an arm around her waist, pulling her into him.

Layla screams behind him, somebody is smacking the bench and he can hear someone's ringer snapping a picture.

He lets her go, knowing that his friends will want to meet her. She greets them all with her usual magical smile.

"Guys! This is Y/N!"

His twin sister sweeps towards his girlfriend, wrapping her up in a hug and telling her they she's going to be the best sister in law ever.

Spencer is still staring in shock. Jordan's girlfriend is one of the top running backs in California.

Asher chuckles, "I fucking knew it man."

Asher had asked ONCE if Jordan had thought Y/N was hot.

Jordan continues to laugh, holding her helmet while she gives all of his friends hugs. Introducing herself even though they already know her.

"I can't believe you chose my brother!" Olivia calls to her and Jordan reaches over to smack her.

Y/N would fit in great.