Big Brother Imagines

brett [bb20]

"ahh brett i'm so so happy you're here!" rockstar's voice rings down the hall.

i look over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 8:46 am. who the hell even gets up that early?

"ugh," i groan to myself. like i love you girl, but i think i love sleep even more. i grab one of the pillows that somehow made it to the floor and put it over my ears trying to block out the sound of banging pots and pans. she's probably using my favorite cast iron ones too.

i try to go and fall back asleep, but sleep wouldn't come. i put my glasses back on (for all of you guys who are like me who weren't gifted with perfect vision) and take a look at the time, 9:12 am. well, i guess since i won't be able to go back to sleep anytime soon, i guess i'll have to get up.

it takes a couple minutes, but i finally drag myself out of bed and throw my h/c h/l hair up into a messy bun, and head out to the kitchen to get breakfast.

i walk out of the pink room, put my slippers on and stop in the storage room to grab two eggs and a couple seasonings. i take all of the ingredients and place them on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

finally, i go back again to the storage room to grab a skillet or pan to cook my breakfast in. i open up the cupboards, both top and bottom, and can't seem to find anything. normally there are always tons of pans, but for some reason i don't know why there is not any now.

i hear the door click, and look over and see that rachel has walked in. "good morning," i converse with her, "good morning y/n," she responds, always in a chipper mood. i swear this girl is always a ray of sunshine.

"hey uh, do you know what happened to all the pans?" i question, "the last time i saw them-," but she gets cut off and my question is answered.

bang. bang. bang.

i take a look out of the storage room and see a blur of color and hear the slam of pots and pans.

dr: oh great, here she comes again with her pots and pans. i swear if those goes on for much longer i might just lose my head.

"oh good god," i mutter underneath my break. rachel hears it and laughs at my comment.

"i'm so happy brett is here! i'm just so so so so happy!" rockstar yells around the house, going around the kitchen and the living room and dining room. this continues on for a few more minutes as i'm still looking through the cabinets to find a pan but with no luck.

"brett! i love you so much!" i hear rockstar shout from across the house and bangs the kitchenware over and over again. "okay, i think that's about enough of that," i grumble.

not in the prettiest of moods, i go and confront rockstar. "hey rockstar!" i yell over the bang of pans. she either a; doesn't hear me or b; is ignoring me, i'm hoping that it isn't the latter.

i try again, "hey rockstar!" this time a little louder and finally grab her attention. "hey y/n, what's up?" she acts like it had just been a casual day in the house and she had been doing nothing what so ever to get my in not the greatest of moods.

"uh could you do me and the house a personal favor and stop banging those pans around?" i ask trying to put on the fakest smile that i could muster. she puts a hand on my shoulder and starts laughing. "oh honey, this isn't bothering the house," she cackles like i've just told her the funniest joke ever.

"really?" i look at her impatiently and start tapping my foot. now i don't know about you but i do get hangry, and trust me you do not want to see me hangry.

"oh of course," she exclaims a little too enthusiastically.

dr: listen, i know that she has a good heart but is she trying to be like josh 2.0? like we don't need more maniacs banging stuff around in this house.

i roll my eyes and try to keep up the façade that i was playing. "honey," i mocked her in the same tone of voice that she gave me, "i think i'm in the house and i know that whatever this is," i gesture to the pots and pans that she was just banging around, "is bothering me so it would be nice if you could stop. s-t-o-p. thanks hon," i look around and see that a small group has started to form. oh great, right in the center of drama again, nice going y/n.

"girlfriend, i think you need to take a chill pill. you're honestly acting like one of my kids," she says in a very rude manner.

"oh i'm acting like a kid?" things start to get heated and my buttons have definitely been pushed a little too far. "i think everyone in the house has been hearing what you've been saying about brett!" truth be told i'm not going to repeat those things because they're honestly just insulting.

"and, at least i don't go around trying to flirt with guys that are half my age! rockstar-," i continue but i feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around my body.

"ha ha, you're sooooo hilarious y/n," she remarks sarcastically. "you little-" i start, "that's about enough of that," brett comes in and tries to break us up, guiding me outside to the backyard.

he nods over to tyler to try to get rockstar to finally stop and get out of the area.

brett slides open the door and turns me around right when we get outside. "what the hell was that y/n?" he questions me."couldn't you see how she was insulting you on a personal level?" i protest. "i don't need someone trying to defend me all the time, much less someone blowing up their game and mine too," he cups my cheeks and tilts my head so i look up into his eyes. "y/n, that's how people go home in this game," he states.

"i know," i look down glumly. "but i can't help but not try to stand up for you," i start to feel a lump form in the back of my throat. "brett, truth is is that i have feelings for you okay? i mean i already sort of have blown my game up back there so anything i do really now can't hurt me much because i have nothing to lose and i know that this is just a game but-" he places a finger to my lips. "y/n, stop talking," he says with a very monotonous voice.

i look up at him with confusion in my eyes, "ohh okay... i get it...," i trail off, and start to walk off back into the house. well. i'm screwed over now aren't i? plus i'm starving so i'm gonna go and make myself food anyways.

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time skip
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i climb into my pink ombré bed, and throw the covers over myself. so now i have at least two people that are avoiding me now, brett and rockstar, real great way to be in the game not even halfway through. just peachy.

i close my eyes, hoping for sleep to overtake me because right now i could really go for a good dose of (insert your pet's name) right now.

as i slowly drift off into sleep, i hear a pair of footsteps walk over to the side of my bed and can feel the warmth radiating off from their body. i can't tell who it is, but they lean down and softly plant a kiss on my forehead. all while this is going on i pretend to be sleeping.

"ya know what y/n? i think i might just have fallen for you too...," by the voice i could recognize the owner almost immediately; brett. that's the last thing i hear before i fall off into sleep.

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word count: 1399

authors note: sorry i haven't updated in a few days, i've had limited service so i couldn't update much.

also i apologize if i haven't done everyone's request individually, i kinda bundle a few together for the same houseguest.

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