brett chase

Can we agree this was one of most intense moments of Teen Wolf?

Brett and Lori were chased into the middle of the lacrosse field and surrounded by assassins. Laser lights (from the snipers), were pointed right at them and there was no where left to run. Brett stood in front of Lori, effectively blocking their vantage point of her and sealing his fate first. They were going to have to get through him first to get to his sister; he was prepared to protect her with his last breath. Lori, terrified, asked Brett what was happening and his only response was “Close your eyes”.

Secrets. Brett Talbot.

I’d like to request an imagine! Could you write one where your Liam’s older sister and you’re secretly dating Brett and he finds out by seeing you guys kissing each other in school and he throws a small fit?

It’s kinda short, but super fluffy and adorable. I mushed the request and an idea I had myself together to create this. I hope you enjoy it.

*Gifs aren’t mine*

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Brett and Y/N had been together for a few months, sneaking around behind Liam’s back. They both knew how he’d react, he’d go ballistic. Both were aware of Liam’s anger issues and they didn’t want him to lose his shit. They definitely didn’t want him to be expelled again, even though Brett and Liam were enemies. Brett deep down knew that if Liam was expelled, they’d be leaving Beacon Hills and going a new school in a new city and Brett couldn’t bare to be without Y/N. She was his anchor, his tether. She kept him grounded.

Since meeting Y/N, Brett had became a nicer person. He stopped causing fights, he only would fight with someone when they upset Y/N; he stopped sleeping around with random people, both boys and girls; and he stopped causing trouble in the pack. Everyone around noticed the change in him, but no one exactly knew why.

The only people that were aware of Y/N and Brett being a couple were Y/N’s mom, Brett’s sister and Scott and Stiles. Scott and Stiles had seen Y/N and Brett making out before one of the first lacrosse games of the season, however they didn’t breath a word as Y/N made them promise not to. Neither her or Brett were ready for the reaction they were going to get from Liam when he found out.

Y/N smiled up at Brett as he held her bag. She opened her locker and flipped her hair over her shoulder, her calming scent filling Brett’s senses. His shoulders slumped as he rested against a locker. He watched Y/N’s every move, how she sucked her lower lip in between her teeth and how a piece of her hair was dangling in front of her eyes and she kept blowing upwards to move it away. She pulled out her Biology book and grabbed her back from Brett, opening the zip and plopping it in. She slammed her locker shut, cringing when the sound echoed through the empty halls.

“I’m ready.” She turned to Brett, offering a kind smile that almost made Brett swoon and coo. She was so adorable in his eyes, everything she did was so perfect to him. “Brett, you’re staring.” Y/N giggled.

“Am I not allowed to stare at my beautiful, sexy, intelligent, amazing girlfriend or is that a sin?” Brett stepped closer, their noses brushing. Y/N’s cheeks flushed and she shook her head, making their noses hit. Brett stared down at her lips, causing her to pucker them up. He rapidly changed his mind and nudged their noses together, before sticking out his tongue and taking a long lick of her face.

Y/N cringed and shoved him away, wiping her face. “I thought you were going to be cute and you licked me, you mutt!” Y/N laughed, her delicate laugh echoing through the halls. “It’s a good thing I love you, otherwise I would’ve kicked your little adorable arse.”

“I’d like to see you try. Baby, in case you aren’t aware I’m a werewolf and you’re a human, I could easily snap you in half.” Brett challenged. “But if you’re so confident, why don’t you try?”

“Nah, I don’t have the energy. School is really draining, you know.” Y/N smirked, walking off down the corridor. Brett chased after her, wrapping her arm around her shoulders, pulling her impossibly close.

The two made it out of the school building, both laughing at something Brett had said. Liam’s ears perked up at the familiar sound of his sister’s laugh. He turned his head away from the lacrosse goal and saw Y/N and Brett hugging and giggling. Maybe they were just friends, Liam thought trying to calm himself. He could already feel his ears burning.

He nearly screamed when he saw Y/N and Brett lock lips. Brett was holding Y/N’s cheek and Y/N was holding his biceps. Liam crept closer to the pair practically making out in the parking lot. He saw Brett smile against Y/N’s lips and his blood boiled. That was his sister and she was kissing his enemy. As child and petty as it was, he couldn’t help but feel angered and agitated. He wanted to rip Brett’s head off.

“Y/N!” Liam yelled, causing the two to detach and Y/N’s calm and euphoric expression to leave her face and be replaced with horror. Brett instantly stood in front of Y/N, knowing Liam was going to react badly. Liam stormed over to the two.

“Why were you touching my sister? Actually, why were you even looking at her or breathing in her direction?” Liam hissed.

Y/N whimpered from behind Brett, she wasn’t ready for Liam to ruin everything. She loved Liam and he was one of her best friends, but she didn’t want him to find out about them just yet. She knew that he was going to either make them break up or completely lose his shit and probably get expelled, again. This would result in their family moving and Y/N having to leave the town, making Brett and her relationship almost impossible. “Liam, we’re dating. I love him. Why can’t you just put your differences to the side and let me be happy? Please, Liam, this is all I ask for.” Y/N stepped out from behind Brett, her eyes watering and her nose slightly red from the cold. “I really love him and we kept it from you so that you wouldn’t get hurt. He’s not a bad person anymore, I promise.”

Liam let out a huff. “I still don’t like him and if he hurts you, I’ll rip his head off. But I suppose you can continue dating, just don’t make out in front of me, it’s disgusting.” Liam jokingly gagged.

“Really? You’re one to talk. You and Hayden kissing is horrifying. It’s like watching to tentacles rub against each other.” Y/N chuckled, pulling Liam into a hug.

“Eww, don’t touch me.” Liam scrunched up his nose.

“Shut up, you love it.”

Y/N and Liam pulled away and Brett slipped his hand into hers, entwining their fingers. He smiled down at her, before sending a thankful nod in Liam’s direction. He was glad he wouldn’t have to hide his love for Y/N any longer. His gorgeous, amazing anchor.

Devenford Prep Part 16

So links are being funny on here because of the update, but parts 1-15 can be found here along with other : Brett Fics

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“I Won’t Fight It” -  Andrew Belle

M83- We Own the Sky

Sorry for how long this update took to get up! I was busy with working on research for paper. I hope you like this update…I did a little bit of Brett’s perspective in this one.

You lay awake feeling restless, possibly running a temperature, you were too hot, heart racing, and sweat drenching your t-shirt even though it had been cold out. Ever since you had spent the night over at Brett’s house it had been difficult to go sleep in your own bed, the sheets were feeling too rough, or your comforter made you too hot, or the mattress was making your back hurt. You turn onto your right side, resting your head onto your pillow and close your eyes, but still felt wide awake. You turn onto your left side to see Brett’s flannel shirt hanging off of your desk chair making a strong whiff of his scent directly in front of you. Clinching your jaw you turn onto your stomach to see if that would be a comfortable position, but no, it made your chest hurt. Quickly you flip onto your back and start kicking your legs up into the air angrily and pounding the mattress with your fists. Finally you just kick your covers off exposing that you are just in t-shirt and underwear.

Right at that moment you sit up in bed scanning your dark room, you had a dull string of lights hanging from your wall above your desk that kept the room lit enough to see your furniture and the floor. Slapping your palms onto your face you stay there for a second then force yourself out of bed increasing your rage and anger. You walk over toward your window and stand in front of it just staring at it, your room was hot, but you were afraid of waking up naked on your front lawn again. At that point that didn’t seem too bad to you. Quickly throw open the window and peer out into the dark distance of street lamps that outlined the neighborhood walk ways. There was a faint breeze that was carrying the sweet scent of crisp fall leaves and pine needles. With parted lips, you take in a deep breath trying to calm your fast pace heart and mind. Brett’s face appears randomly. You violently shake your head attempting to erase the image grabbing onto the ends of your hair. His faces plastered with his usual smirk pops up again and you kick at the air. Standing still you in another deep breath, but something other than the scent of leaves filled your nose. Brett.
Eyes wide you walk over toward the desk chair, grab the flannel shirt, and hold it up. You fling your right hand out and grow out your claws so easily that time and ready yourself to shred the fabric. Slowly you bring your claws closer, but stop when your claws retrieve involuntarily. 

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The moment the stranger lifted up the lacrosse stick ready to hit Brett and Liam, your best friends, you couldn’t stop your feet from running forward. In a matter of seconds, you dove in front of them, the lacrosse smacking straight into your arm. You fell to the floor, a burning pain ripping through your arm; you couldn’t move it. Brett looked up at the guy, visibly furious, and the man turned and ran, Brett chasing after him. He wasn’t going to let anybody hurt you. Ever.
Liam bent down next to you, pulling you into his arms. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, eyes sweeping over your body to look for any sign of damage. You were hurt, he could feel it.
“I’m fine.” You whimpered, but both of you knew you were lying.
“What is it? Is it your arm?”
“I think it might be broken.” You didn’t really mind though, it hurt, but seeing them get hurt would have hurt more.
“Don’t worry, Brett will catch the guy who did this and we’ll break both of his arms, and probably his legs too. No one hurts you and gets away with it, not when we’re around.”