Teen Wolf Imagines

Brett Imagine - One and only

You fix your make up, just so
Guess you don't know, that you're beautiful
Try on every dress that you own
You were fine in my eyes a half hour ago

A sigh leaves her lips as Brett watches her toss another dress onto the floor. She'd spent the last half hour trying to find something to wear to the dance that they were having at Devenford. Before, she'd been fixing her makeup over and over, unhappy with everything. Brett didn't mind, because, as much as everyone always thought he was one of the types of guys to go for the girls who wore tons of makeup or dressed like she was attempting to, he didn't. He liked her with her hair up in a ponytail. 

Brett's favorite version of (Y/N) was when she was wearing her sweatpants or leggings, and she'd throw one of his hoodies on. For him, when she was comfortable and cute, then he was happy. Right now, she was not comfortable, and that was making him unhappy. Standing, Brett grabs one of the discarded dresses and pushes her away from the closet. He pulls the dress over her head, fixing her hair and gently brushing his thumb over her cheek. 

"There, beautiful. Now can we go?" he asks, making (Y/N) blush. 

"I tried this on already Brett. It doesn't look good and-"

"Shush. It looks perfect on you. Now please, come on."

You stop the room when we walk in
Spotlight's on everybody's staring
Tell all of these boys they're wasting their time
Stop standing in line, 'cause you're all mine

As soon as they step inside the venue, her eyes are glued to all the decorations, and Brett's are on every guy that's turned to look at her. Gripping her waist tighter, he has to hold back the growl that comes to his throat, knowing that it would only make matters worse. She'd see all of the people staring and get uncomfortable. 

"They're rather lovely, aren't they?" she whispers.

Looking at where she's pointing, Brett smiles and nods. "Very. Dance with me?" 

It's a bit later, as she's gone to the bathroom, that some of Brett's friends came over to talk with him. They're all talking about their dates or what they're doing afterwards, sometimes who they're doing afterwards, and his eyes are only watching for her. 

"Brett, (Y/N) looks pretty hot tonight," one of the guys says. 

His heart starts hammering, and he has to fight back the urge to punch them. Plastering a fake smile on his face, he turns and acknowledges said friend. 

"Yeah, but you guys are all out of luck. She's coming home with me, so paws off, alright?" Brett punctuates the comment with a harsh little laugh, and then goes to find her, wanting to make sure she's okay. 

Out of all of the girls
You're my one and only girl
Ain't nobody in the world tonight

Twirling her around, Brett smiles, dipping her and kissing her cheek. They had gotten back from the dance hours ago, and as his parents weren't home, they thought they'd have some wine. He knew it would take a lot to get her to, as she hated drinking, but now she was buzzed, and he felt nothing. Smiling, he feels her press against him, hiccuping and laughing. 

"I love you Brett," (Y/N) whispers. 

He smirks, kissing her head and nodding. Suddenly she looks up, and he has no time to stop her, even if he wanted to, before her lips are on his, fingers curling in his hair as she whimpers. She had wanted this for quite some time, he could tell. His hands move to hold her back, and he pushes her against the bed, smiling. 

"I love you more."