Teen Wolf Imagines.

you were my hero./ brett talbot

You made a noise of frustration, reaching up to try and reach the box that your boyfriend had set on one of the living room shelves. Maybe it hadn't bothered him because he was freakishly tall, but you definitely couldn't reach it. You knew that you probably wouldn't be able to grab it, but you didn't exactly want to swallow your pride and call him for help either. You knew he would just end up teasing you relentlessly, something you would prefer to do without for just one night.
You figured that after moving into a new apartment together, he'd have the common decency to not put things where you couldn't reach them, but apparently not. Your fingers shook as they stretched towards the box, just barely out of reach. You huffed as you looked around for a chair, but you quickly realized that you hadn't unloaded them yet.
Finally you huffed and braced yourself for all the short jokes. "Hey, Brett?"
"Yeah, beautiful?" he called back from your bedroom.
"Can you come grab this box for me?" you asked reluctantly.
Brett blinked as he popped his out of the room and grinned when he saw you standing there. He would never admit that he had actually put the box that high on purpose, even though you probably knew he had. He walked over to you with a smirk on his face and stood next to you, staring up at the box.
"My little girlfriend," he remarked as he kissed the top of your head.
"I'm at the perfect height to kick you where it hurts," you reminded him with a shrug.
Brett frowned. "I never thought of it like that."
"Don't think I don't know you do this on purpose," you told him. "You just like watching me struggle."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Brett said with an innocent grin.
You shook your head softly and looked around the tiny apartment. It was littered with cardboard boxes that were half-way unpacked and disassembled furniture was lying across the room. Despite the mess, you had never been so proud of something in your life.
"I can't believe we actually have an apartment now," you remarked with a grin.
"I know," Brett agreed. "I still feel like I'm in high school."
"I kind of miss going to all your lacrosse games," you admitted.
"I do play on a college team," he reminded you.
"Eh, it's not the same," you remarked. "Lydia's not with me anymore."
"Lydia didn't even go to Devenford though," he remembered.
You shrugged. "She was always happy to come with me. I think she just wanted to get away from all the supernatural drama for once. Malia and Stiles included."
"Hey, that supernatural drama is how we met," Brett told you. "I mean come on, I saved your life."
You rolled your eyes. "I think Blitzen saved my life."
A loud bark sounded from the corner of the room, as if agreeing with what you had said. You grinned as you looked over at the large St. Bernard sprawled out on a pile of blankets, staring at you with his tongue lolling out.
"See?" you asked. "He agrees with me."
"He helped," Brett said half-heartedly. "But I totally saved you. I swooped in-"
"Swooped?" you repeated with a laugh.
"You know what I mean," Brett said with a roll of eyes. "I scared off the omega that attacked you and you were eternally grateful."
"Eternally?" you asked.
"Well, you haven't left me yet," Brett pointed out.
"True," you said with a smile as you leaned against the bookshelf.
Brett smiled, and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. He paused half-way there, unable to stop from blurting out the thought on his mind.
"Do you ever think about that night?" he asked you.
"The night we met?" you questioned. "Sometimes. Why?"
"It's just that if it didn't happen we might not be together," he told you.
"You really think that?" you asked. "I mean, you knew Scott's pack and so did I. We would have met eventually."
"Maybe," Brett said. "But maybe not."
You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged him on the shoulder. "Don't tell me you're trying to talk about fate, again."
"You really think we weren't meant to meet that night?" Brett asked you.
Brett looked down at you with raised eyebrows, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was as wrong as you thought. As you leaned against the bookshelf, your mind wondered back to that warm night in May just before your senior year.
You sighed as you crunched along the path through the woods, keeping a loose grip on the rough fabric of the leash in your hand. You shot a glance up at the sky, noticing the full moon peeking out from behind a thin layer of clouds. An uneasy feeling washed through you, and even though you weren't that far from the main building of the Beacon Hills Humane Society, you were a little nervous.
You knew about the supernatural and you knew it was never a good idea to go walking through the woods during a full moon. Hell, it was never a good idea to go walking through the woods in Beacon Hills period, but unfortunately you worked for a kennel that bordered the preserve. The dogs had to be walked and you knew your boss wouldn't be too happy if you didn't take them out.
You had simply decided to stay on the closest walking path and shorten the walks to ten minutes, but it didn't make you feel any better. Despite your uneasiness, you looked down at the huge St. Bernard trotting along in front of you and smiled. Seeing the dog so happy drastically improved your mood and made you feel just a litle bit better.
The dog, Blitzen, had been at the kennel since Christmas, and you would be lying if you said he wasn't your favorite. Unfortunately, he had some joint problems, so walking him took a lot longer than it would another dog. That night probably wasn't the best to take him out considering the full moon, but there was no turning back now.
A twig snapped in the distance, causing both you and Blitzen to swivel your heads to the right. You shot an anxious glance towards the dog, who was now eyeing the bushes about ten feet away from you. He let out one threatening growl, and you swallowed.
"Blitzen," you warned, tugging gently on his leash. "Come on."
But Blitzen didn't move. He just stood there, poised as if something was sitting in the bushes and waiting to pounce. You swallowed thickly, knowing that if something was really there you shouldn't be waiting around for it to attack you.
"Blitzen," you repeated more forcefully. "Leave it."
Suddenly his fluffy body relaxed, and he looked back at you. You breathed a sigh of relief and let out a nervous laugh, feeling your fear slowly beginning to dissipate. You sighed and pulled on the leash, turning back around to head towards the kennels. Your body was slightly shaky from the fear, but all you wanted to do was get inside.
"Come on, boy," you said, just as a huge dark shape jumped out of the bushes.
You screamed as you stumbled back, tripping over the leash in the process. Blitzen shot forward and began to bark crazily, leaving you to do nothing but scramble back on your hands and feet. The thing, which you guessed was a werewolf, darted forward, but Blitzen met it half-way. He snarled at it and managed to land a bite in its leg, but he was quickly being tossed into the bushes with a yelp.
You let out a scream, completely unconcerned for your own life as you watched the dog disappear into the foliage. Your eyes briefly flickered back to the figure in front of you, but you knew you couldn't run or defend yourself. You weren't like Scott and his pack, you weren't a fighter. The gravel of the footpath dug into your palms as you balanced precariously on them, terrified out of your mind.
Bright yellow eyes were most of what you could see, along with sharp teeth oozing drool and a mess of hair. The thing snarled at you, but just as it lunged forward, another shape slammed into it. Your eyes widened as you watched the new shape, a guy who would have seemed totally human aside from the claws and fangs, throw the other one against the tree.
The monster fell to the ground, but once the guy let out a deafening roar, it quickly scrambled up and ran back into the woods. The guy looked back at you, and you could just see his teeth beginning to turn back to normal. In the light of the moon, you could tell he had curly dark hair and light colored eyes, although you weren't sure of the exact shade.
"Are you okay?" he asked slowly, holding up his hands to show you he wasn't a threat.
"Oh my god!" you exclaimed suddenly, jumping to your feet.
"I know it's a lot to-" he started, but before he could finish you were shoving past him and tearing into the bushes.
Brett Talbot blinked as you pushed past him, a little confused as to what you were doing. He had never saved anyone before, but he had at least expected a thank you. He might have even appreciated a terrified nod, on account of what you had just seen, but you didn't seem to be bothered by the werewolf at all.
"Blitzen," you cried as you shoved aside some ferns.
The dog popped his head up from the bushes, breathing heavily and glancing up at you like nothing had even happened. He tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he barked happily, but as he rose to his paws you saw that he was limping. The leash you had let go of trailed behind him as he limped over, and you grimaced.
"Shit," you swore. "I just killed your chances of ever getting adopted."
"Uh," Brett asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
You looked back at him, as if you were just remembering he was there. "Me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
"Oh," he said with a frown. "You're uh, not gonna ask about what just happened?"
You blinked, looking over at the stranger to your left. "Look, uh-"
"Brett," he informed you.
"Look, Brett," you told him. "I'm guessing you're new to this whole hero thing?"
Brett nodded slowly.
"You know Scott McCall?" you asked him.
"Yeah," Brett said. "But how-"
"Well I do too," you informed him. "I kind of already knew about this. Never actually thought I'd be stupid enough to get caught up in it, but things change. Thank you for saving me. Seriously, I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for you, but I really have to take him back to the shelter."
"Oh," Brett said, a little disappointed. "Right."
You flashed him a small smile and turned back to the dog, trying to figure out how you were going to carry him all the way back. You didn't exactly go to the gym on a regular basis and the dog was huge, but you told yourself you'd just have to figure something out.
"Are...are you planning on carrying him all by yourself?" Brett asked as he watched you think.
"That was the plan," you told him as you looked back at him.
"I could do it," he offered. "I mean, I've got supernatural strength. You don't."
"You don't want to go after that thing?" you asked him with raised eyebrows.
He shrugged. "My pack members are probably cutting him off right now. Full moons can get a little out of hand.
"You're telling me," you muttered. "Well, I guess if you don't mind..."
Brett walked forward and scooped the dog into his arms, causing the thing's tongue to dart forward and lick his cheek. Brett made a face and you laughed slightly, still a little shaken up from the incident earlier.
"So," Brett said as you crunched through the path. "I never caught your name."
"Y/N," you said with a smile. "It's Y/N."
"Huh," you said as you thought back to that night. "Maybe you're right."
"See?" Brett asked smugly. "I knew you were going to fall for me that night. And I bet you knew it too."
"Actually," you told Brett. "That's not when I knew."
"It's not?" he asked with a frown.
"Nope," you told him with a smile. "It was when you came in the next day with your sister and adopted Blitzen."
"Well the dog did help save your life," Brett told you as he shot a glance towards the St. Bernard. "And he kind of got hurt because of me, so it was only fair."
"No one at the shelter ever thought he was going to get adopted," you admitted. "No one wanted him because he had so many health problems."
Brett shrugged. "What can I say? He was pretty cute. Even though he drools enough to flood the place."
You grinned. "You know you love him. You know you might have saved me the night before, but when you walked in that day you were my hero."
"And am I still your hero?"
"I don't know," you said as you looked pointedly up at the box on the shelf. "Are you?"
Brett reached up and grabbed it, handing it down to you with a smile. "Always."
He leaned forward and pecked you on the lips, but it quickly turned into a full on kiss. He took the box from your arms and placed it on a lower shelf. With his hands now free, he reached forward to wrap an arm around your waist. You smiled against his lips, leaning into his warm body until a resounding bark echoed through the spacious room.
You both pulled away and looked over at Blitzen, who was staring at you with his tongue half-way out of his mouth.
"Alright," Brett said. "He sleeps in the living room."
You grinned as you reached forward and pulled his lips back onto yours, happier than you had been all night. It had been a few years since the night you two had met, but there was no denying that Brett would always be your hero.

Happy Valentine's Day guys! hope it was a good one. mine was really good ☺️☺️