Teen Wolf Imagines.

motives./ brett talbot

You were playing a game on your laptop when the doorbell rang a couple of times, followed by a few knocks. You huffed angrily as your player died and shut your laptop a little too hard; storming down the stairs and throwing the door open to shout at the person, only to stop in your tracks and shout, "Oh my god, Brett! What happened to you?! You're hurt!"
He smirked weakly, "You should see the other guy, babe."
You pulled him in and slowly made your way upstairs to your bathroom. He looked awful under the bathroom lights. Small cuts lined his face, he had a busted lip, and you were sure there was blood pouring out of his stomach somewhere. You quickly got your first aid kit from under the counter as he sat down on the toilet. You knelt down in front of him and started taking stuff out to clean his wounds, telling him to take off his ripped and bloody shirt. He reached out to put his bloody hands on top of your shaky ones, looking down at you with a fond expression, "You know that you don't have to fix me up, right?"
"I know. I just," You sighed and pulled out some wipes to clean his face off, "Let me do this, okay?"
"Okay."
You grabbed his chin and started cleaning his face off, moving on to patch the deeper cuts on his stomach after, and finally finishing. Brett had been silent the entire time, choosing to watch your face and hating the way he had gotten you so worried. You admired your patchwork for a moment and frowned at his busted bottom lip, reaching up to rub your thumb against it. He inhaled sharply, flinching away and wincing at the strain it put on his stomach wounds. Brett noticed the flash of hurt that flew across your face and pulled you in to kiss your forehead quickly, standing up to wrap his arms around you. The two of you stood that way for a few minutes, Brett's arms around you whispering soothing words in your ear as you buried your face in his chest.
"I don't like seeing you hurt."
He pulled away and reached up to cup your face, waiting for you to look up at him before he spoke, "I'm okay, really. I wouldn't have come over but after we took the guy down, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I needed to see you..." Brett paused to push some of your hair behind your ear, smiling a crooked smile, "You make everything better for me, Y/N."
You smiled softly, your cheeks heating up as you moved back in to lean against his chest, "You're really laying it on thick tonight, aren't you? Too bad you aren't getting in my pants until those wounds are completely healed, so all that work is for nothing."
Brett huffed out a small chuckle as he placed his chin on top of your head, "Why do you like ruining our romantic moments? Like I had it all planned out and you had to go and ruin it like you do every single time."
"Romantic moments aren't really romantic if you have some ulterior motive in mind." You mumbled against his chest, pulling away and walking out of the bathroom with a slight chuckle when his hands started roaming lower than necessary.
He let out playful shout as he followed behind you, "I can be romantic without a motive! In fact, I came over here thinking about being romantic just because, but then I saw you and I was like 'damn, I know exactly what's going to make me feel better.'"
"You're such a pig." You groaned, plopping down on your bed and burying your face in the pillows.
The bed dipped beside you as Brett climbed up on the bed. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear, "And you're a pervert." You turned over to look at him, giving him a look. Brett grinned and shrugged a bit, moving his arms behind his head as he laid back, "I wasn't thinking about sex, you heathen. I was thinking about that cheesecake sitting on the counter in the kitchen."
You pulled out one of the pillows from underneath your head and smacked him in the face with it, holding back a smile and thinking about how lucky you are to have Brett in your life. Despite the fact that he is constantly worrying you with all of the shit he gets into, you wouldn't wish for anyone else to share your life with.