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Request: can you write an imagine where you are a Deven student and Jackson Whitemore, your best friend since he has moved to Deven instead of London, and And he figures out that you have a crush on Brett, even probably taunting you with it (maybe like he did with dany/Matt), then Brett who was listening the whole time because of his werewolf hearing (the two of you didn’t know he is actually a werewolf) and ask you out or kiss you. Something with a lot of fluff :-P sorry if it’s kind of long And my English is so so bad :-/

First off THANK YOU. I love this damn idea.

You sat as quickly as you could at the lunch table Jackson sat at. He didn't bother greeting you since he knew it was you, and only you. Jackson Whitemore moved to Devenford Prep a couple of months ago. This was causing an uproar in the lacrosse games.

Beacon Hills High wanted nothing more from Jackson than to quite playing lacrosse all together. But Jackson didn't take to kindly to having someone tell him what to do.

You dug into the homework you had for History next. Making sure the final details were correct. "Are you practicing today?" You asked not looking up from your paper.

"Yeah, coach here tells me I could very well be Captian." Jackson chewed loudly, causing you to give him an unbelieving look.

He didn't bother looking at you as he wolfed down his lunch. "Not everything is about being captian. You could be in tha back having fun, making plays. Doing it for the sport." You shrugged lightly when his slitted eyes bore right at you.

"Is that a joke?" He asked in a clipped tone. You wanted to laugh at the thought of his ego being bruised.

"Jackson, shut the fuck up. Listen, some times it's better to be in the background of things. Sometimes it's better if you don't take so much pride in having to be popular.

"Don't come to my practice today if you think I shouldn't try for captain y/n." Jackson said defensively.

You rolled your eyes already used to his little dramatic outbursts. "Ok first I'm sorry." Jackson visibly stiffened causing you to slow down. Your eyebrow shot up, as you continued. "Second I think you can do just about anything. Jackson we're best friends, I know you could be captain." Jackson face turned to something more somber. He looked down at the lunch table you were at.

"Maybe you shouldn't go for another reason." He said almost bitterly. You furrowed your brow. Not understanding why the sudden change.

"Why? Jackson I really didn't mean anything by that. I just thought you could have more fun here if you laid back." You began explaining further.

"No y/n that's not what I mean." He looked right at you. Showing you it was ok, and to just listen. "I'm talking about that damn," he snarled out, "Brett Talbot thinking it's okay to just check you out like that. Doesn't he know who you are?" I saw the way Jackson's eyes looked just past me.

I turned around seeing the tall lean man looking over at me with a sweet smile. Brett mouthed 'Hi' and made you blush. You turned around quickly feeling a little hot. "Whatever Jackson. You're more upset in the fact that he's the captain and he's not gonna make this easy for you."

"Damn right. But he's not saying hi to me like that so maybe this might be to my advantage." Jackson smirked chugging the rest of his water.

You scoffed, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Jackson smiled brightly at you. "I mean the fact that you two obviously are thinking more of each other than just the high school thing." Jackson put his chin in his hand, "In fact I think this is more than a crush for the both of you. It's cute really y/n, the way you act like you want to be his partner in physics. Or how you go to practice to watch me."

You felt light a heater in the middle of winter. "I don't know what you're saying Jackson. As a matter of fact I think you've lost you damn mind. Maybe you should shut up and do us both a favor by not embarrassing yourself." You looked down and began picking at your plate of lunch.

Jackson laughed loudly. "Y/n don't think I don't notice the way you perk up when I mention him. The other day in practice you didn't even hear me talking to you, you aere ogling him so hard." His smirk rose, as did your temperature.

"Shut up Jackson!" You yelled feeling even more embarrassed now. He went too far. Teasing you is okay, but pushing this subject when you ask him not to is not. You began gathering your stuff quickly. You didn't bother to throw away your lunch tray. "I'll see you after school." You said hit jinn you bag up your shoulder.

You made sure not to look at Brett or you might turn into a tomato. You knew Jackson pissed you off sometimes and all it took was to get away from the situation. All it would take 5- 10 minutes of being away from Jackson and you'd cool down. After all your afternoon classes you were more than ready to see Jackson again. So you were off to practice to wait for him. You sat on the bleachers and relaxed out for a slight tan. You had taken your uniform off and changed into something more sun appropriate.

You looked around seeing the bleachers occupied by everyone else's friends, and girlfriends. Jackson had told you that kids at Becaon Hills High would do the same too. You perched your sunglasses on your face causing you to be able to stare at Brett all you wanted.

You sighed heavily, feeling Jackson's words come back at you. You thought you were careful in your silly little crush. This whole time you were so damn careful not to fall for this guy! "Y/n!" Your head snapped, and you saw Jackson motioning you down towards the field.

You got your things and rushed down. Jackson didn't even bother looking at you, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you away. You felt the urgency in his pace, and his breathing. You both made it to his car, and got in without a word. Jackson slammed his door, causing you to jump. He peeled out of the schools parking, and you felt like your seatbelt might not be enough to hold you down.

Getting to your conservative neighbourhood, Jackson slowed the pace of his car. Not a single word had been spoken yet, but you could tell he was a lot calmer. Getting to your house Jackson put the car in park and waited for you to get out. You reached for the door handle and pushed it open. "Are you gonna tell me?" You asked looking back at him hoping that he might just give in.

His face was blank, and set striaght. "I guess that's a no."You got off the car, and looked back in. "Call me when you want to talk." You shut the door carefully. He waited there while you made your way to your front door.

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"Y/n!" You heard your mother yell through your door. You got up and looked at your clock. 9:43, and you looked down at your skimpy little pajama shorts and tank. You shrugged since it was obviously Jackson. Opening the door your mother looked you up and down. "Honey put a sweater on." She began walking away.

You grabbed the sweater hanging on your desk chair and threw it on, while walking down the stairs. You saw your family still up and about some watcghing TV, and others in the kitchen.

You got to the front door and pulled it open revealing a surprised looking Brett. "What the hell?" You asked while pushing him out onto your porch. You closed the door behind you and you sized him you. "Brett what are you doing here?"

He looked down at you, and licked his lips in a nervous manner. You realized what you were wearing and wanted to die. You grabbed the edges of your sweater and pulled across your body. "I wanted to make sure that you were okay." He said looking you right in the eye.

You motioned to your entirety. "I'm fine thanks. Now why are you here at 10 at night?" You moved to lean agiant the porch railing.

"I-I-I wanted to see you after today." He shoved his hands in his pockets. Also he studderd... which was too adorable. "After what happened at practice."

Your eyes brows shot up, and you leaned far back on the railing. "What happened?" You looked past him to threw the big picture windows. Your family was doing the same things as before.

He shoved a hand roughly threw his hair and looked away. "I just wanted to say sorry about Jackson and I difdn't want to hurt him. I was just trying to play the game."

Your mouth cracked open slightly. What the hell...? "You mean why he left practice all pissed off today?" You asked not knowing what else he could be talking about.

"Yeah, did he hurt you?" He asked coming closer to you and looking down at your arm. You could feel yourself wanting to squirm under his gaze. You nodded not willing to use your voice. "He looked like he had a pretty good grip on you. Nothing your used to I'm sure?"

His gaze held malice, and acusing. You looked at your arm, resolve set in. You took your sweater off exposing your arms. The skin looked luminous under the moons glow. No bruise in sight. "Are you trying to acuse Jackson of hurting me?" You looked right into his eyes. You felt like you wanted to scream. "Jackson my be rough around the edges but he's never hurt me. Were best friends and I know how he gets, but he would never hurt me."

Brett's hands made there way to your skin. Making it feel like you had static running around you. You watched his hand slowly inch it's way up your arm. Brett sighed. "I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to offend you." He whispered out. "I just got super pissed to see him manhandling you like that."

Soon you realized how close he was to you. And that even in shorts and tanktop you felt like you were left out on a 100 degree day. Brett's body so close to yours had you feeling like you had heat stroke. "Brett I'm going to ask you one more time, and don't lie to me. Why did you come to my house?"

He smiled palyfully and brought the back of your knuckles to his lips. He left fether like traces on your hand. "I wanted to know if you left the lunch room becuase of me. Why you didn't say hi back." He got closer and you could feel the jeans of his legs on yours. He got super close to you, bending over. A glimer in his eyes. "If you blushed becuase of me."

You just nodded. You didn't know what to do. Even though he was moving at a turtles pace, you felt like you were running a marathon. Brett laughed lightly. "Good." He nodded, smiling down at you. "There was one other thing, I wanted to ask." A smirk played at the corners of his lips. He poked you cheek, and arms. "Are you always this hot? Or is it just me?"

You gulpped down hoping it would help you speak. "B-B-Brett. Please for the love of god stop teasing me." You felt yourself want to pushback. Was he just palying with you? Why now? 

"Okay I'll stop. On one condition." He pulled his face back. He serched your eyes for any resistance. "If you'll be my girlfriend?"

You felt your knees lock, and like you were going to pass out. Holy hell, Brett Talbot just asked you out. You couldn't even behgin to think of how red you were. "Okay." You nodded, "But only under one condition." You spoke back in what felt like a low whisper. Brett perked up, waiting for you to finish. "You have to kiss me so I know you're not faking."

Brett leaned down and looked worridly at you. His index finger glided across you forehead, and tucked stray hairs behind you ears. "I'm not joking y/n." He kissed the corner of your mouth. "I wouldn't come out here," He kissed the other corner of your mouth. "At this time of night if I was." He kissed you softly and quickly on the lips.

He pulled back and looked you right in the eyes. When you didn't do anything but lazily open them, he leaned in againand kissed you a bit harder. He pulled you close to him just as the breeze began to pick up.

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Song Drabble *requested*

Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra

Also this is dedicated to my beautiful Anon. Thank you**** And here's my apology... I don't usually listen to this type of music so bare with me. I listened to this song maybe 20 times before I could write anything.

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"He needs help y/n." Lydia said in a hushed tone. Her arms were crossed and she leaned against the black truck behind her. "He needs a little push."

You scoffed and looked right at Brett. "He looks fine Lydia. Besides we had nothing going on." You picked up your water bottle to your lips drinking down the clear white alcohol. You felt the warm burn running through you.

Lydia sighed, and shook her head. "I'm telling you he's trying to save you both. In case you go to Europe and find some hot Italian." Lydia turned to you and gasped. "Or worse. You'll get designer bags, and clothes, and forget about us all!"

You rolled your eyes. "Don't worry Lydia. This is exactly what I need." You didn't see the way Brett looked at you in that moment.

He could hear your whole conversation and hoped you'd give yourself up.

He didn't want to have to wait for you to come back. You wouldn't even be gone forever but it felt like instead of a contest winning, like his demise.

What if Lydia was right and you'd fall in love? He would just die and he knows it.

He watched you from across the lot you all stood in. Your going away party in the middle of the schools parking lot. It was the best place to see the stars. Brett had brought you out here a couple of times.

He didn't want to admit how much you going on this little euro trip has been fucking with him the past weeks.

****

You held your ticket in your hand and looked up at the monitors. You saw flight 932 leaving in an hour. You checked your phone seeing you could easily pass the time.

Your mom had gone off to the magazine store to grab some much needed reading material.

You say back in the cushioned chair ready for the long haul. You heard a small tune catching your full attention.

A guitar playing a light melody and memories flooded you. Brett had shown you the song. He told you it was your song.

You were turning around in your seat to see who was playing it. You couldn't locate anyone specific since right behind you you heard it. You glanced around thinking you might just be hearing things. Then you realized it was coming from your phone.

On your screen it flashed with Brett's name across your phone. You picked it up cutting the song off. "Hello?" You asked looking around.

"I wanted to say goodbye." He spoke softly. You sighed hearing the way he sounded. It made you feel really bad for not saying goodbye in person.

"Listen Brett, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye to you last night. I was just..." You didn't even know what to say to him. You felt like kicking yourself. "Goodbye Brett."

"Y/n please just look up." You heard a voice in your ear as well as in person. Your head snapped up and you saw Brett standing there one row away from you. You stood up instantly and kept your phone to your ear. "Tell me goodbye in person." He smiled brightly at you. You felt yourself smiling back.

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How about a song based request? Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra. It's my favorite song right now and I am slowly falling for Brett's preppy ass. 😍😘

I'm posting this in a little bit!!! I'm super excited I never heard this song before.

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brett requests

Can I get some requests???  I'm dying for inspo....

 I'd take other requests too. or at least i'll try

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Drunks at Play

Well hello. Uh, this is a rando ass Imagine of Brett and Y/N getting drunk at Lydia’s house and you sneak out to a park. Cool.

I was jumping on the bed just happily singing to a song that wasn’t playing when Brett’s voice hit me. “You look super childish right now.” A smile hit his face and there was a blush all over. I pouted and jumped down from the bed. The warmness in my stomach flopped, and sloshed around. A heat wave hit me and I huffed out a breath.

“Whatever. You’re just upset that I can jump on the bed and you can’t.” I leaned back on the bed and hit my back on it softly. He laughed out loud and walked over to me. His face was above mine and I touched his nose with more force than I intended.

“Ouch.” He said scrunching his face. I laughed childishly, and rolled over to the other end of the bed. He sat down on the corner with his back turned to me. In an odd drunken fit I threw a pillow from behind me at him. I hit him square in the head. He turned around with a smirk that I knew was trouble. I laughed out and told him to leave me alone. I tried hiding from him behind pillows, but I ended up throwing them at him. When I ran out of them I just screamed feeling like he was going to tickle me. When nothing happened I turned and saw him just staring at me. I laughed a little wondering what the hell was wrong. I sat up, still watching him. His eyes looked all over my face and a small smile reached his lips.

I sat up higher and grabbed his shoulders. “Are you okay?” I asked, as the nursing side inside of me kicked in. He nodded his head and he blankly stared. I furrowed my brows not believing him. “I’m being serious.” I reached for his neck to feel his pulse.

He moved fast smacking my hand away from him. I tried for it again and we began play smacking each others arms and hands. “Stop I won already.” Brett said getting hold of my hands. He held them both in a death grip I wouldn’t be able to shake. I slit my eyes and tried moving away from him. But he wouldn’t let me go, “Only if you promise to stop hitting me.”

“Scout’s honor.” I said, he took his hands away from mine and nodded. We both stood up and Brett’s smile widened.

“Hey, I have an idea… But you can’t tell anyone okay.” He said sounding small. He looked around the whole room and turned back to me. “Okay, let’s go to a park around here. Like around the corner, and we can go but we have to be really quiet.” I nodded my head understanding. I rubbed my hands together menacingly feeling like a rebel. Brett laughed and walked to the door opening it. The house was extremely quiet and we tiptoed through the hallways. Brain led me to a window in the living room. I was so confused I stumbled over to him.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled at him. He put his hand over my mouth and he shook his head, signaling me not to speak. Brett opened the window and climbed out. I looked down at my dress and shook my head at him. He mouthed ‘What?’ since he didn’t understand. “I have a dress on.”

“Just climb out.” His voice rose from outside the window.

“Don’t look.” I called getting my ass over the window sill. I hopped out slowly trying to keep everything hidden, from him.

When I got over he smiled and nodded, “Let’s go.” He took my hand and practically ran to the sidewalk. I laughed almost tripping from behind. We slow walked over to a park a block away from Lydia’s house. The moonlight fell through holes in the canopy above giving soft spotlights on the park. I got excited and ran past Brett to the swings. I squealed jumping onto one of the seats. Brett laughed running behind me and pushed me twice. He got on the swing next to me and pushed himself higher than I was. He got so high up, and jumped off. I screamed when he landed on his feet with a thud.

“Go on, jump.” He persuaded me to. I shook my head violently. “Come on.” He begged motioning with his hands.

“No!” I yelled out. He ran towards me when I swung out. I screamed and closed my eyes. I opened them when I swung back and saw him behind. I screamed feeling a little rush inside me. He laughed out loud and sat in the swing next to me. I began letting my feet hang to slow me down. I was swaying back and forth watching the way he looked void and detached. He leaned his head on the chain supporting the swing, and his eyes scanned the entire scene in front of him.

“Do you ever wonder why I’m such an asshole?” Brett sighed out. He faced me completely, looking sorry.

“No.” I said looking right at him.

He cracked a smile, “No, I’m being serious. I’ve been an asshole for a really long time. To you especially.” He began swinging sideways getting close to hitting me.

“I don’t hold grudges I guess. Or maybe I’m the asshole who didn’t care if I knew you or not.”

He nudged my shoulder and I laughed out. “That’s not nice of you.” He teased back.

“And of course it isn’t but when have I ever been nice?” I pushed him back when his swing met mine. It was a light love tap had him flying back at me with momentum.

We almost hit physically, but he stopped us by reaching out to grab hold of my swing. He steadied us, and I laughed at the could be accident. “You were always nice. You babysat me, and watched me when I fell that one night.”

I blushed feeling warm in the night, with wind hitting me lightly. There was rustling sound from the trees above us. “That’s not even genuine, I’d say. It’s like you’re hurt, and I have to help.” I said feeling really guilty.

“Ha, well it feels real. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who cares enough to help in the first place.” He shrugged lightly.

We stayed longer playing in the actual playground going down the slides. Climbing the monkey bars, and running up and down the whole thing. I swear I’d never laughed so much in my life. I felt like I had a giant gapping split on my sides from all the aching laughter.

We began walking back to Lydia’s house tired and ready for bed. It was quiet, since we both felt paranoid. We tried as quietly as possible to go through the window, but It was impossible with how clumsy I was being. When I got over into the house Brett stared at me unbelievingly. “Oops.” Was all I said, while walking past him. I went back to the room I had destroyed earlier by throwing the pillows everywhere. I settled onto the bed seeing everything was just the way I’d left it.

Brett followed in after me, and I looked at him in confusion. “Why are you in here? I’m tired.”

“I’m sleeping in here I always sleep in here.” He said kicking his shoes off. I stood up with a frown.

“Well maybe I’ll just go home or something.” I said walking towards the door. He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back.

“Why would you leave? You’re too drunk to go home. Just stay for tonight.” I was within his vicinity and looked all over his face.

“You know I swear these moments keep happening tonight and I’m not sure what it means but I can definitely count them all with two hands.” I responded looking directly at his lips. It was an honest instinct thing. He was here, he had a penis, he was a man. And hey let’s face it, I knew when I’m drunk I kinda lean towards these frilly moments.

I saw her looking at my mouth and I smirked. It was obvious this whole night that she wanted this. And I wasn’t going to lie it felt like it was inescapable for the both of us. There were too many instances where it felt like too much.

Without thinking much further Brett dug his hand and intertwined his fingers in Y/N’s tresses. He pulled her closer and rested his lips softly on hers. It was slow and quite addictive it seemed. Since the pace was controlled and continued up so dramatically, that was evident.

It was something they both had silently agreed to by continuing on becoming consistent with the nibbling.

By the way Brett grabbed hold of her firmly and she held him loosely, it was another given sign. They could both easily back away.

Brett pulled them towards the edge of the bed until his knees hit it and he sat. His head bent upwards still holding onto Y/N. She bent down letting her hair curtain around them. Soft noises made certain that it was just a kiss.

No matter how hard it was to not further the act, they both knew when it was over. And maybe the stumbling from someone down the hallway was the break. Or maybe they had the animal inside them saying it was to come again. But they both sighed content laying next to one another. Neither of them spoke, it was in a weird drunken haze, that had them feeling true. But neither of them could remember for the life of them. So how long will it take to have these feelings resurface?

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Welcome PART 2

Nobody asks for these more parts or anything I just write them because I’m bored... All the shit that gets requested is like. Better if people were to personally request them since they choose the really low noted fics I write. Also I've been gone for some time and come back to find my followers have almost doubled😳. Hello! One more thing, with no original requests I've gotten very bored with this... Smfh. Thanks for reading!

“I. DO. NOT TRUST. HER.” Brett yelled at him. “She came all the way down here to tell Scott, and Stiles. I can’t believe she would want to help us. She’s not one of us anymore.” Brett’s bitter feelings crept back up on him.

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It had been about two weeks since Y/N’s visit and the pack was running on low. I had them all running tight watch and partol runs. And we waited for the shapeshifters. They seemingly stopped at the very line of our territory. Stiles looked more and more like a zombie, and I could tell he was hiding something. There was times he would answer calls when we would have pack meetings. I didn’t think it was too harmful at first, knowing his parents. But the hushed tone, and extra precaution of leaving the room, was enough to make me watch him.

Scott was now roaming around solo at times, which was my last and final straw. “Where’s Stiles?” I asked as Scott was about to leave after he informed me of his patrol.

He looked up at me confused, “At home?” He asked as if it was acceptable.

“No, I mean as of late? He doesn’t seem to be hanging around you. Does he have a girlfriend?” I asked playing along to not knowing.

Scott shook his head. “He’s around Liam, I just need space. With this whole Alpha thing I get angry kinda quickly.” I nodded my head letting him go.

Before he could open the door, I called out to him. He turned with a gaurded look on his face. “Let me know if you hear anything.” I turned to walk away before Scott could react. He knew I was implying something. About what was enitrely up to him to decipher.

I was leaning agianst the doorway, watching her. She was the best person to give advice to these people. She knew so damn much, and these boys needed to listen for once. And I was glad to have her teach my pack on whatever it was they had questions on. I didn’t mind having her input with anything. As a woman who could deal with me, I let her deal with a lot. She had to be my beta, if she was a wolf. The boys stood up in unison and thanked her. She pulled them both in for a hug. “Next time Stiles, I’m going to tell your parents if you keep slipping up.” He laughed and let go of her. 

 It was my turn to walk into the room and let my presence be known. “Guys.” I said nodding my head to them. Letting them know it was ok for them to dismiss themselves. 

“Liam, and Issac are in the kitchen.” She mentioned. Letting me in on us not being completely alone. I nodded and they must’ve heard her. They both walked into the room. 

 "Hey Brett.“ Issac said nodding at me. I crossed my arms and nodded at the both of them. ”

Are you training by chance, Liam?“ Y/N asked walking closer to them.

Liam looked at everyone before answering her. He looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah I actually have a question and all.” He said quietly. He looked around at everyone agian before looking back at Y/N. “I want to ask you alone.”

I sighed uncrossing my arms and rolling my eyes. “Stop being like that Issac, we all train together anyway.” I said with slight agitation. Y/N’s laugh interrupted my scowling, she held her stomach and grabbed Issac’s hand.

They both headed outside, and I looked on through the window in the kitchen. I saw Liam motion a take down, and point to an area on his leg. I couldn’t hear them so I assumed they both were barely whispering. “You know she’s really fucken awesome, Brett.” Issac said from behind me. I turned to see him gazing lazily out the window. “She’s super patient, but she has dicipline. You know everytime I talk to her I learn something new. Whether it be about myself or other supernatural creatures?” He leaned agianst the counter and crossed his arms. “I swear I don’t know what you’re waiting for. You need to change her. She could get bitten one day and be her own Alpha.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t give her a vulnerability, it’ll just put a gap between you two.”

I looked back out the window to see Liam laughing picking himself off the ground. Y/N laughed for a second before patting him on the back. Little did Issac seem to know, that was already a problem.

Y/N hadn’t been sleeping with me all night. I’d wake up from a nightmare to find her missing from my bed. Last night I found her outside on the balcony. When she noticed something was wrong with me she held me. But I keep finding times where she wanted more.

And being a werewolf was something she wanted. She voiced that to me many times. And I have been considering it lately. If I ever left, the town, for god knows how long. I wouldn’t be around to protect her. And if something was ever to happen to me. I wouldn’t have to worry about her. The front door opened, and Liam called for Issac. It slammed behind them, leaving me alone with Y/N.

She didn’t even say a word to me as she walked right past and into the livingroom. If I was in this situation a couple of months ago I’d think she was mad at me. But it’s just how it all was now. I was so damn in love, and she acted like she didn’t fucken need me, and hell I believe it.

I walked after her seeing her sit on the couch. I followed and sat in a chair furthest from her. I stared wondering what it was she was thinking. It seemed like the roles have switched. Except if she looked at me, catching me stare she looked on confused, not like I had with a smile and in love. “Do you hate me?” I asked letting my guard downand the tears begin to sting my eyes.

She looked up at me lazily, and realized I was getting emotional. She scooted down the enitre couch, and grabbed my hands. “No, Brett.” She shook her head.

“If you don’t want to be here you can go. I will not make you stay here if you don’t want to be here.” I said looking her directly in the eyes. She sighed and let go of me closing her eyes.

“It’s complicated Brett. I don’t know if I can tell you without hurting someone.” She said sounding frustrated.

My brows furrowed wondering what the hell she meant. Who else would she hurt besides me? “How can you not? You don’t seem to be happy, and that’s what I want.”

She shook her head, and chuckled humorlessly. “What the fuck have you done to me?” She asked herself not looking at me until she was done talking. “I love being here. I love being around everyone. I love this place.” She stood up, and kneeled in front of me. “I love being with you.” She smiled steading herself by holding onto my kness. “But Brett, you can’t push me okay? This my seem weird but it has to be slow, everything in time will reveal itself.” She grabbed my face and searched it. Her eyes began to water. “I love you. I love that smile only I get to see. I love when I wake up you’re holding onto me for dear life.” She leaned in closer to me, whispering.

She looked right at me and waited. “I love you.” I said with an utter determination. “I don’t know what you mean, but I’ll wait.” I nodded.

She nodded to, and smiled. “How long would you wait?” She asked putting kisses along my jaw.

I let her touch me however since she always had a preferance. And I always respected her whishes, and what she wanted. “I’d wait forever.” I said as she reached my lips. A smile graced her lips before she pressed them onto mine with a passion I hadn’t seen but always felt.

She knew how I felt about being touchy feely, around the pack members. And this always happened behind closed doors. Only a couple of times had I slipped. Claiming her in public. But we were both really good at taming the beast within. Him more so than me.

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"Then why are you telling me this?"

Oooooh this one stung a lil bit to write lol.

No. 13

I can’t break the rules just because I like you more than anyone else. You say shaking your head. A little amused that you’re even talking about this.

“That’s exactly what that means! Y/N we have something here okay. I know it’s tough for you to believe that maybe something could come out of this but you have to trust me.” Brett said barely holding your attention.

You couldn’t let him win. What kind of woman were you to drop it all because he made you feel good? “The thing with temptation is that, you may never get that chance again.” You shook you head with a bright smile. “I like you a lot Brett, but there are just some things going on in my life that I can’t give up just to be with you.”

“Then why are you even telling me this?” He sounded frustrated with you. Brett wasn’t some dopey little kid who wanted to find love. He just wanted to do what’s right and survive. This wasn’t apart of his plan at all, but you were relentless. You didn’t even want to hear what he had to say.

 “Because I’m trying to be fair with you and give you my side and this is it.” You spoke honestly. Brett my be only a few years younger than you but you couldn’t bring yourself to see past that. Being Liam’s older sister was a job on its own. Plus your school and your actual job. You couldn’t begin to think how messy things would get if Brett fell in love. Which is what would happen. No matter how much Brett didn’t want to admit it he thinks he just might be in love right now.

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"I'm all wet now!"

NO. 17 

Issac had some very valid points but there was no way you were going to fall for it. “Okay, but you’ve never seen him live?” You asked again. Issac smiled and stopped his talking. He shook his head at you continually smiling brighter. “Well then I rest my case. If you have the pleasure, then you will see why it’s my only defense here.“ 

Brett wonders what the hell was so damn fascinating with Lahey. How come you were so busy talking to him, when you two had a thing? He couldn’t over hear much with the music playing, the splashing of the pool, and other conversations. So if Brett was going to get over this feeling of jealousy he’d have to take matters into his own hands. 

He snuck up behind you two casually walking by. Then rushed and picked you up by your waist. 

You reacted quickly by grabbing a hold of the first solid thing you saw. A deck chair. It came quickly out of your grasp, and you screamed knowing the next step in this plot. Feeling Brett’s arms squeeze you a little tighter you shut your eyes ready for the impact. 

He let you go in the water, and you came up fast hitting him in the process. "What the hell, I’m all wet now!” You wanted to laugh because as much as you didn’t want to admit, that was fun. Brett’s smile was infectious and made you feel giddy. 

“I had to get your attention back to where it belongs.” He pulled you closer to him as you both swam in the pool now. You felt yourself flush at the thought of him picking you up, just to get your attention. 

“You’re a jerk. I didn’t want to get my hair wet.” You didn’t even try to break away from him since this is ideally where you wanted to be.

“You don’t come to a pool party and not expect to get wet.” He leaned in closer to you teasing you lightly. He put his lips on your neck, obviously teasing you in more ways than one. 

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"Despite the cliché, it's not me, it's you."

No. 9

Okay but it’s not super words right? Always when I’m with you I catch him staring. Sometimes he doesn’t look away so obviously he’s looking at you.“ You said to Lydia as you both stood at her locker.

She snorted and shook her head. “There’s no way. Honey you don’t see it do you?” She said in a loving manner.

Your brows furrowed and you saw the way Brett was furiously blushing. How could that be possible? You always caught him staring when Lydia was around you. “See what? It’s obvious Lydia Brett has a huge fucken crush on you.” You practically screamed at her.

She laughed loud at you. Brett seamed to have heard you both and looked right at you locking eyes with you. “Despite the cliché, it’s not me, it’s you.” She finally closed her locker and leaned against it. “See he’s blushing now that he can hear us.” Lydia waved politely at him. Brett looked like a deer caught in the head lights. Eyes wide, and a stoic shocked look on his face. You scowled still unsure of Lydia’s remarks. Brett stuck a hand up, but didn’t wave he seemed frozen. He turned and looked like he was running away from the situation.

“I don’t see it.” You say with a frown seeing Brett practically trip over his own feet and bump into random students in the halls. Even him dropping his things wasn’t enough to et you to see you made him extremely nervous.

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"It looks like you haven't  slept in days."

No.4

“Okay, but you can go now.” You eyes his bag suspiciously while closing opening the door for him. Brett stood his ground shaking his was at you.

“No way.” He hiked his bag up higher on his shoulder. Without giving you another glance he walked past you and to your room.

You followed him desperately trying to get him to understand. “You cannot be here okay? No boys are allowed to stay the night. I don’t know where you got it in your head that this was okay?” You spoke to him quickly trying to usher him out of your house.

“It looks like you haven’t slept in days Y/N. I’m not going anywhere because I know what you need. Now hurry and get ready for bed.” Brett set his backpack down and began stripping down.

You turned away shielding your eyes from him. “Okay no. There’s no way this is happening right now. You have to go, if my parents find you here they’ll completely-” Brett stood in front of you with only sweats on and his glorious abs on display. If there was anything you loved about him was his obvious caring, and attraction for you. He stepped closer to you hugging you tightly.

“Y/N, don’t make me watch you suffer and expect me to do nothing.” He spoke into your ear. You hugged him back and sighed liking the way he felt against you, more than you should.

“Fine. But you use that super hearing of yours and if they so much as take a step towards this room you hide.” You smile up at him.

He tucked some hair behind your ear. “Deal.” He kissed you quickly. “Now come on you need to sleep.” He pulled you to your bed, while climbing in himself. He pulled you close to him and cradled you in his arms. Nuzzling into your neck he smiled causing you to get ticklish. “Goodnight babe, go to sleep.” And with his warmth and presence it was the remedy for what you needed to fall asleep. The supernatural life you lived stressed you out enough to keep you up. And Brett was your protected of sorts, that was enough to let you sleep for tonight.

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Hey this is the third time i request number 18 with brett , and you arenot posting it :( why arenot you posting it ?!:( iam so saaaaaaad :( if you have time can you please post it :"(

Got ya. Been movin’ this week. Haven’t had much time. Thank you for requesting, thank you for reading. 👇

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No. 18

You laughed at everything he was saying. Had nothing to do with getting anyone jealous, or drinking. It was just the conversation. You noticed the way he latched onto you, and maybe the Halloween costume you had on made it more believable. But as of right now, Luke was funny, cute, and totally interested. You didn’t really walk in here together so to speak. It was just they way people moved in and out, and soon you two struck up a conversation. You didn’t even think about what was going on in your personal life at the moment. This was just God working in mysterious ways, right? You, and a cute boy, at a party? Divine intervention.

That is until Brett walked into the quiet room. Interrupting the exchanges between you two. He didn’t even put his eyes on you. He simply walked in and looked straight at Luke. The only interaction between the two, was Brett raising his brows, and Luke nodding. A smirk on Brett's face, as Luke moved silently.

And he was just gone. Not a single word spoken from Brett and not any sort of real communication. Luke didn’t say bye, or give you any final dismissal. You looked up at Brett to see a smirk rest on his lips.

You slit your eyes at him. He was playing at something here. “What was that?” You asked still shocked at what happened.

“What was…?” He let the question hang between the two of you.

“What happened with Luke? Why’d he leave?” You shook your head.

Brett shrugged indifferently, “Maybe he couldn’t handle a little competition.” Not looking any bit of worried by your expression of anger.

“Well I was actually enjoying his company.” You leaned against the wall and sighing.

“Come on.” Brett fingered the hem of the very short outfit you had on. “You’re dressed up like a princess and I’m obviously your Prince Charming.” He cockily spoke back to you.

You refrained from laughing at the cheesy remark. “Yay! Looks like it's pat midnight now I can go home.” You kicked yourself off the wall just to have him follow behind you. You had no idea that he could do this all night.

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"It could be worse."

No. 7

You shrugged out of the dripping wet sweater you had and felt the cold whip violently against your body. A shiver ran through you and a groan escaped your mouth. This was not going to be fun.

If only you hadn’t been sent out to go look for clues and such in this terrible weather. “Hey don’t worry it could-”

“Don’t you dare say it Brett. That’s how this always turns worse when you say that phrase in particular.” You leaned father into the little cave you were both cornered into.

“Well someone’s a little superstitious.” He teased with a smile on his face. How he was smiling was beyond your own comprehension. You were stuck out here, hiding from Berserkers, and a witch while it was pouring. “So you don’t like black cats? And ladders either?” He joked around holding onto himself for warmth.

You slit your eyes at his playful demeanor. “Why are you so happy right now?” You asked incredulously.

His smile became soft. “Because.” Was his simple answer. You stared at him for a long time seeing the way he just stare back.

Blushing you looked away from him. “Alrighty then.” You kicked the damp ground beneath your feet. You never spent much time around Brett since he was new. Actually didn’t spend much time around the pack in general, you had a lot of college classes and sometimes left to the college to take them. How you made time to go on these little missions was a miracle. But Scott understood when you couldn’t. And that’s what made you say yes to tonight. Even with the little knowledge you had about the wolf in front of you.

Thunder cracked illuminating the entire night sky. You stared out using the lighting as a tool to spot anyone nearby. A burning sensation on the side of your face caused you to turn to your right. Brett’s face quickly moved to looking outside of the cave. “We’re you staring at me?” The words slipped out of your mouth.

 The promiscuous Brett getting caught staring? Normally he’d want to be caught but by the look of his reddening cheeks you’d say he wasn’t planning on it. He turned slightly toward you shaking his head. “No, I’m just checking that side of there.” He pointed towards the left of you.

You smiled and nodded your head at him. “Whatever you say.” You teased back in an unbelieving manner.

The silenced settled over you two. The rain came down harder and you decided to make some decisions before you both froze out here. As you turned to Brett he turned to you and asked. “So what if I was staring at you?”

You shrugged. “So nothing. I thought it was cute that you did that. No harm, no foul.” You smiled at him.

He laughed offhandedly. “Uh, so what were you going to say?” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was going to say we should make a run for it.” You laughed at him. “But what about the rain, we have to be half a mile away from where we parked.” He said shaking his head at the thought of being pelted by rain for that long.

You thought about it for a minute and shrugged your shoulders. “It could be worse.” You smiled at him before running out into the open.

Heyyyy I been on my laptop yo!!!!!

Got a request from a wonderful Bananon🍌. Going to do it real soon. I've been moving and my room is lovely as fuck.

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"Get that the hell away from me!"

No. 14

It was all fun and games right? Just let everyone tese the shit out of you and hey, why not shove a caterpillar in your face. “Please for the love of God.” You backed away feeling grossed out just lookig at the pudgy little worm.

Brett laughed hard at your reation, and brought the insect closer to you. “Come on Y/N. It’s just a catterpillar. They turn into butterflies, don’t you like butterflies?”

You shoved him lightly before turning to run away. “I don’t care if it turned into Prince Charming I’m not going anywhere near that.” You yelled over at him. Since you were now about ten feet from him.

“Brett as cute as it is to see you guys flirting we have things we need to do.” Stiles said to him without looking up from what he was doing.

You had all come out here to look for the buried relic of sorts when Brett decided he’d rather toture you. “Get that the hell away from me!” You yelled running away now that Brett went after you.

“Will you two be serious for once?” Stiles sighed at the sight of you both frolicking through the dense foliage. But in reality you were running to save your life. And as soon as that caterpillar was out of Brett’s hand, he’d be running for his.

“Come on Y/N, he wants to meet you. I’ve been telling him how beautiful you are.” Brett teased on last time with a wild gleam in his eye. He could catch you and make you pet the little worm.

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UPDATED! Look at all those pretty little stories...

Master List

So here’s my BS ass masterlist. I honestly can’t beilive how long it took me to do this? And here’s my FAQ, for info on shit… Happy reading appleseeds!

Song Drabble:

2 part Song drabble: Leona Lewis, and Cobbie Calliet

Sam Smith- Life Support

Crazy in Love- Beyoncé (Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack)

Fame Is For Assholes- Hoodie Allen

I’ve Told You Now- Sam Smith

Lay me Down- Sam Smith or Sing

Drabble:

Rabbits Foot

  Prompt List: XXXXXX

Number 1

Number 2

Number 3

Number 4

Number 5

Number 6

Number 7

Number 8

Number 9

Number 10

Number 11

Number 12

Number 13

Number 14

Number 15

Number 16

Number 17

Number 18

Number 19

Number 20

Imagine:

Bossy

Fantasy Football

Spider

Be the Good In Me…

Smile

Sly Disguise

Welcome

FWB

Who’s On your Mind?

Good Morning       Good Night

Staring Pt. 1         Pt. 2         Pt. 3!

Tattoo

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"Have you lost your damn mind?"

Hello, so I'm going to completely finish the Prompt list before I put up any more imagines. It would be fucken lovely to get some requests, maybe?

 NO. 6

“There is absolutely no fucken way he’s going and I’m not.” You followed Scott through this house. He had his bags in his hands and hadn’t answered you while you were ranting. He knew it was best if you deflated like a ballon before reasoning with you.

“It’s not really up to me Y/N. We need all the man power. And Stiles can go, so I need someone here to keep him here. It’s nothing personal I just think it’s what’s best.” You followed him outside to where a car was waiting for him. Liam, Lydia, Parrish, Malia, Kira, and Brett all stepped out of the large hunk of metal helping Scott put things into it.

You glanced over at Brett quietly wondering why he decided to do this. You didn’t know why he stopped talking to you either. It’s like he wasn’t having any of your pleading so he just stopped talking with you. Your eyes watered slightly and your frustrations became unbearable. You tangled your fists into you hair ready to pull it out. “Scott I’m your family and you’re not going to let me go through with this? Have you lost your damn mind?” It didn’t matter now that your cousin and boyfriend could potentially get really hurt. But every other friend of yours was going away.

His eyes became hard and he walked over to you. “I believe we’ll come back Y/N. Don’t worry too much this isn’t like Mexico. I’ll have him all taken care of.” He mentioned Brett and you looked over at him with your arms crossed over you. He was staring intently at you. Obvious to being pained by the way you were hurting.

You nodded and looked away from Scott feeling like you were going to break down anyway. The girls came over and all assured you that everything would be okay. Malia made you promise to keep Stiles safe, even though you both knew he’d be fine. You said bye to the rest of them, except for Brett.

You both just looked on at each other, knowing that if he came close to you, you’d probably never let go of him. Your gazes were locked for ages, until Scott told him they had to leave. Brett nodded at him and gave you one last head nod before getting in the car. The window rolled down and you had to watch them leave. Out of instinct you brought a hand to your lips and blew a kiss to him with tears in your eyes. Brett caught your flying kiss right before you could see them anymore.

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20 with brett pls. I love your writting btw.

Thank you. It's up/ 👇. I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's okay I was stressing waaaay to much over this one.