Brett Talbot Imagines

Part 31: Request #28

I'm a small person and it was hard for me to write this...lol just kidding! I absolutely had fun with this... there isn't much of the request there but I tried, i didn't know how else to show how the reader's as tall as Brett other than the reader having a background of being tall other than the fact that the reader inherited the tall genes but doing sports-taekwondo specifically in the story-that's why the legs were stretched even more. And I know other sports can make you taller... too bad I don't have much time for sports -_-'

Bear with me and my current writing skills, it's been a while since I did an imagine/request...

anon request: COULD YOU PLEASE DO AN IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS THE SAME HEIGHT AS BRETT

~~~

After what seemed to be an hour of training and sparring, your coach finally dismissed you.

"Remember, your Poomse is next week." Your coach called before you left the gym.

"Yes, sir." You called back, adjusting the strap of your gym bag on your shoulder.

Walking out of the gym room of Devenford Prep, you were greeted with a few stares from the freshmen, mostly from the girls-obviously not used to you yet with how you were only one of the few members of the taekwondo varsity of the school and just how tall you were... well mostly how you towered most of them.

Walking out to the field and to the bleachers, you sat down and squinted your eyes as you searched the field for a certain werewolf. Once you spotted him, he was stealing the ball from one of his teammates and making a quick turn of escape to pass it to another player.

With the satisfaction of making a goal and showing off, Brett jogged to where you were.

"Hey, shortie" He greeted, giving you a peck on the lips with a smile.

Oh great, here comes the name calling again.

"I am not a shortie." You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest knowing full well that you were just as tall as he was.

Brett only chuckled as you walked with him to where his bag was on one of the benches, .

"How was training?" He asked, almost done packing his lacrosse gear in his bag.

"Need to work my cardio," you said, not missing the dirty look on Brett's face when he heard your answer.

"I can help you, you know, with the cardio and-." He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"What the heck, Brett." You pinched his side as he chuckled. "Can you not?"

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer as you walked back in the school building.