#brett talbot deserved better

[shiftingwithmars]

The fact that 28 was my lucky number long before I watched the show…

[bidisasterevankinard]

Brett Talbot deserved better

[jennifersdaemon]

Sometimes I just randomly remember that Brett and Lori are dead and it makes me so sad lmaoo

[thehollowprince]

AU where Brett Talbot gradually integrated into Scott's pack. He swoops in to help so much and is always around that Scott is just like "Dude, you're part of the pack. Friday is movie night" also Stiles is not there because I say so

You see, they had the perfect opportunity to make Brett a part of the pack. But like many other things on Teen Wolf, it was missed completely by Davis.

We had scenes in 6B that indicated that he and Liam were really good friends and that Brett had transferred schools (I don't see him.helping out thr Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team of he was still at that prep school) but the very next episode they killed him off in one of the most horrific ways possible. That entire last season was a clusterfuck and should be ignored entirely.

But I agree that Brett should have just been a part of the pack. If only they had taken a cue from fandom and just had movie nights or Pack Nights where the pack got together and hung out. Plus I would have loved to see him and Mason interact more.

[opaquedly]

sorry, the old Brett can't come to the phone right now.

why?

oh!

cause he's dead.

[thelittlemargox]

In case y’all forgot:

- Brett and Lorilee’s entire family died in a fire.

-They were on their own for months until Satomi found them.

- Brett was less than 16 years old when he was forced to be Lori’s parental figure, a teenager.

- Not only did Brett have to look after himself during the deadpool, he had to look after Lori.

- Brett was willing to be a human shield for Lori.

- They both were worth the same on the deadpool (250,000).

- When Brett got separated from Lori during the assassin attack (4x10), they were both frantically trying to find each other.

- Since Brett was willing to help the McCall pack, Lori was too.

- Brett mastered lacrosse in one summer because Lori was lonely at school. 

- Lori was willingly to leave Scott McCall, an injured true alpha,  ecause she was afraid her brother was dying.

- Lori completely disregarded Liam screaming at her to stop because her #1  priority was getting Brett to safety.

- Brett and Lori died holding hands because if they were going to die they were going to die together.

- Lori’s last words were the same ones had once Brett spoke to her, only it was Lori comforting Brett instead of vice versa.

- Lori had to watch her brother die because the car running them over didn’t kill her. 

- Lori Rohr and Brett Talbot were two siblings deserved better.

[thiamkey]

I’VE JUST ACCIDENTALLY REWATCHED BRETT TALBOT’S DEATH AND NOW I’M ANGRY AS HULK AND SAD AS BAMBI AFTER HIS MOTHER’S DEATH AGAIN. FUCK MY LIFE. FUCKING TAMORA MONROE AND FUCKING GERARD ARGENT. FUCKING FUUUUUUUUCK.

[cheetahswolves]

Literally one of the most aesthetical pleasing and handsome people on this planet

BRETT TALBOT TEEN WOLF (2011–2017)

[thiamdrabbles]

4 please?

4: “I’m too sober for this.”

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“Wait a second.”

Liam rolled his eyes and turned away from Theo. “What, Brett?”

Brett was staring at the two, confusion marring his features. “You two are dating?”

“Have been for a while now, but thanks for noticing,” Theo said with a snarky grin.

“When did this happen?” Brett demanded. “More importantly, how did this happen?”

“About eight months ago, and we had sex in the back of his truck,” Liam deadpanned.

Brett took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m too sober for this,” he groaned.

“Then go get drunk,” Theo suggested. He wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist and nipped at his ear.

“Okay, nope, I’m out.” Brett threw his hands up and started walking away. “Good bye, adios, please never invite me over again.”

“Just because of that, you’re coming to the sleepover we’re having with Mason and Corey this weekend,” Liam chirped happily. “Attendance mandatory.”

Brett glared at them. “I actually hate you.”

“I know you mean love!”

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A/N: I love Brett so much omg haha. I like the idea of him and Theo being really good friends but I didn’t get to incorporate that into this story. It’s a little short, I hope that’s okay! Thanks so much for reading! As always, feel free to let me know what you think!

-Mod Kai

[lustfulteenwolf]

Spoiler Alert (6x13)

Someone: Are you okay?

Me: {with tears rolling down my face} I- me ptff I'm great I don't know why you would think other wise honestly why would you think I'm not okay

Me: {Internally sobbing}BRETT FUCKING TALBOT DESERVED BETTER I WILL ALWAYS BE BITTER ABOUT THAT HE COULD'VE HAD SUCH A DECENT STORYLINE BUT NO GOD FORGIVE TEENWOLF GIVING A PONTECIAL CHARACTER A GOOD STORY LINE

[abandoned-as-mustard]

Brett Tablot has survived a freakin’ dead pool but he gets hit by a car. WTF

[eg515]

catch me three years later still talking about how Brett deserved better

[salvatore-sister]

You see that person having a total meltdown on tumblr because they know Teen Wolf is officially ending and they're still in denial over almost everything. But if there's a crowd of people with pitch forks and torches outside Jeff Davis' place I'll gladly join because BRETT DESERVED BETTER

[farrah-fawcett-spray]

28

A/N: This is my first time writng Briam. And I may have sobbed a few times writing it.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Panic attacks. 

“What do you mean you’re playing Devnford first game?” Mason asked Corey. “Oh god... Liam...”

It’s been six months. Six months that passed by in the blink of an eye. Six months that  were just two breaths ago. Two blinks ago. 

Dumbass.

Liam blinked a few times as he looked over the lacrosse schedule for the year. Home opener was again Devenford. And Liam felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Every practice was hard. Every practice, all he could think about was the last time he saw...him alive and healthy, not being poisoned And not in those goddamn tunnels. Not again.

Corey noticed it first. How Liam crumpled the paper. How Liam started to breathe heavier. How Liam was losing what little control he had over himself.

It took fifteen minutes for Mason to get to the boy’s locker room. Three minutes for him to get the schedule out of Liam’s hand. And two minutes for Liam to completely fall apart in his best friend’s arms. Only a few things would ever cause him to break down about his death.

Liam never knew he could miss someone as much as he did. He never knew each time he closed his damn eyes, he would see the headlights of the cars that surrounded him as he got out of the storm drain. He never knew he could smell the stench of death, of poison, six months later.

“I can’t play them.” Liam gasped, when he finally stopped sobbing into his best friend’s maroon shirt. “I can’t see that team… no.”

He couldn’t see the green jerseys that he once wore. See the players he played with. The ones who would look at their captain like he was a god.

And he was. Built like a god. Talked like a god. Jaw line..body. Like a god. Coming from a Buddhist.

“What if someone is wearing...that number. His number.. It’s his.” Liam quickly rambled off.

Mason just closed his eyes and ran a hand through Liam’s hair. “Breathe with me.” He told him softly. He knew better than to ask those questions. Because he knew the school would have moved on already from his death. He knew there was a strong possibility that Liam would go head to head against another number 28 that would never be the one that he wanted to see.

And slowly, the young beta calmed down. Wiping his face as he stood up and went to Mason’s car. The human drove his best friend home, his boyfriend in the back seat just this one time. So Mason could keep an eye on Liam. Keep him from digging his claws into his hands. Keep him from thinking about that dark night.

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The night of the home opener was upon them. The entire school was kicked into a full fledged school spirit.

It was odd.

They all wanted a good portion of the school dead just six months ago. It seemed no one cared about the past. They all forgot. But not everyone forgave.

Liam was sitting in the gym, listening to coach getting everyone riled up for the game tonight.

And it was working for everyone but the dull blue eyed boy whose eyes were so bright just 182 days ago.

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The whistle sounded like the horns. Sounded like the tires screeching. And he could hear his body being hit again. Could hear the screams of his sister.

“Liam!” Corey yelled from the goal. He saw the look of distress on the co captain.

And that snapped him out of whatever trance he seemed to always be in. He ran after whatever Devenford player had the ball. Trying to get it back.

And then the world froze.

Some player for Devenford hit his side and Liam went down with a hard thud.

He blinked a few times as he offered his hand.

28.

28.

28.

There was someone else wearing the jersey that meant so much to him. And Liam just stayed on the grass, shaking his head. “No.” He mumbled. He blinked a few times. Maybe it was his mind tricking him. Maybe it was a dream.

But never was Scott in his dream of this. Nor Lydia. Stiles. Malia… The pack. All in the bleachers, knowing how hard this game was going to be for their pack mate.

“Liam. Get up.” Scott said soft enough that if the boy was listening, he would have heard it. Would have listened. But all he could hear was the utter silence that filled his ears once his heart stopped beating.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

So he did.

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“You know. I don’t know how many times in my life I have to call you a dumbass.” Brett said as he looked at Liam.

Liam looked up, confused as hell. “What?”

Brett chuckled a little as he held a lacrosse ball in his hand. “You know I’m dead. You know I’m not going to magically come back from the ground and be unhit by that car. I’m gone. Someone else is bound to wear that number. It doesn’t just belong to me, Dunbar. “ Liam shook his head. “Shut up. Just..Just shut up.”

Brett raised a brow. “Is that your IED I see coming undone?”

“That’s enough Brett. He’s had a bad week.” Lori told her brother. Liam wanted to throw up. They looked...healthy and alive. If this is where all his dreams would take him, he never wanted to wake up.

Brett rolled his eyes. “Fine. I won’t...be such…”

“Such a Brett to me?” Liam asked with a small smirk.

And there was that smile that he loved. That smile that let him know that everything was okay.

“There was so much I never said to you that I should have I..” Liam started. There were so many unspoken words. So many things Liam was finally starting to get the nerve to talk to Brett about.

How undeniably in love he was with the human giant.

“Li.” Brett said softly as he looked into Liam’s blue eyes. “I know.”

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Liam opened his eyes and looked at Scott. Stiles. Mason. Corey. All around him as he laid on the lacrosse field. He looked around. Saw both teams on the side lines. “What..”

Stiles sighed. “You had a panic attack and you passed out, pup.” he told him softly, removing the helmet from Liam’s head. “What…”

“Someone’s wearing Brett’s jersey.”  Liam said quickly. “Someone...is wearing Brett’s jersey and I…”

Everyone was left in silence.

Too stunned for words.

This was the first time in 182 days that Liam was able to say Brett’s name and not break down. To not clench his jaw. To not let his claws out. To not let his anger get the best of him.

Scott was the first to talk. “Where did you go. When you..you smell calmer. “

Liam smiled a little. “They talked to me. Brett and Lori.” He said.

Mason put a hand on Liam’s back, slightly rubbing it to let him know how proud the human was of this strength the beta had.

Liam got up, grabbed his helmet from Stiles and walked to the Devenford bench. All the players looked up, almost in awe. They wouldn’t ever think that Liam would talk to the team he once played for. Talk to the coach whose life he made a living hell.

“I-I just wanted to tell you guys...how… I know playing without Brett is hard. Especially this game. Just.. Play for him. “ He told the bench. “And I’m sorry you lost him.” Coach Brady put his hand on Liam’s shoulder and turned him slowly. “We’re sorry you lost him, too, Liam.”

And he handed him something.

Liam looked confused as he held the jersey in hands. The scent of Brett invading all of his senses. He swallowed hard and nodded, walking across to the Beacon Hills side.

Scott and Finstock watching their star player hold onto that green and white jersey, tracing the number 28 a few times before he nodded, slipping it on over his number 9 jersey. The maroon being covered by the evergreen.

“Let’s play some lacrosse.”

[fanngirll-310]

Me and @wups-mybad just finished TW s6 ep13. Im fucking raging, raging and soooo sad

[whileyoursleeping]

supposed to be selling gym memberships

sitting in office crying over brett fucking talbot instead

my manager can fight me i’m grieving