#briam oneshot

[swearwolf-writes]

Get On With The Damn Game, Dunbar! - A Briam Oneshot

“Either kiss or get on with the damn game, Dunbar!”

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Devenford Prep Magpies vs Beacon Hills Cyclones

It’s almost the fourth quarter and things are getting tense. The score is 8-7 to Devenford. There had already been multiple arguments between the rival team captains and the ref was really close to sending them both off for fighting.

Liam Dunbar growls low, promptly getting elbowed by his co-captain, Nolan Holloway. His eyes glow gold as he hears Brett Talbot, captain of the Devenford Prep Magpies, chuckle under his breath.

“We’re gonna kick their asses - but if you get sent off, we’re gonna get our asses handed to us.” Nolan fixes his helmet, putting his drink down. “Next quarter’s ours. Yeah?” He looks him in the eye. “So maybe quit hounding him-” “If you don’t quit it with the dog jokes, I’m gonna bite you-!” Liam playfully half-tackles the human, ignoring his complaints. “Heel-” “Asshole-” He laughs and pulls the taller teen up to his feet.

And just in time. The teams move out to the field, Liam and Brett facing each other in the middle. A smirk plastered on his face as usual, Brett leans down, watching in amusement as Liam calms himself down with the mantra.

“The sun, the moon-” “The truth.” He finishes. Liam looks up at him in surprise. “Cooling down’s a smart idea - still gonna kick your ass though.” “We’ll see, Talbot.”

The referee blows the whistles and the fourth quarter begins. To Brett’s surprise, Liam swiftly takes the ball, easily dodging him and making his way to their goal. He tosses the ball to Nolan who runs forward, through the wing area and into the attack. Deftly dodging a Devenford player, he tosses back to a moving Liam who shoots. The crowd goes silent as the ball soars through the air, collectively holding a breath till- he scored! The Beacon Hills fans leap from their seats and whoop, the team patting him on the back as they move back to their positions, Liam meeting Brett in the middle again.

“8-8.” He huffs out a short laugh as Brett cracks his neck. “And it’s gonna be 9-8 to the Magpies soon.” “Really-?”

He’s cut off by a yell from Coach Finstock. “Either kiss or get on with the damn game, Dunbar!”

Said boy blushes brightly at the comment, getting into position. Brett winks at him, the ref blowing the whistle. He quickly goes for the ball. Liam, temporarily baffled, snaps out of his stupor and takes the ball a moment before the other wolf can. He body checks him, quickly escaping him before barreling his way up the field, easily sidestepping a defender and sending the ball into the back of the Devenford goal. The crowd erupts into cheers, the team congratulating Liam.

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The ref blows his whistle, signaling the end of the game. 11-9 to the Beacon Hills Cyclones. The crowd flooded from the stands to the fields.

Mason and Corey meet Liam, his helmet in hand. He shakes his head, sweat flying off of him. “Gross- but, dude, you killed it out there!” Mason shouts over the roar of the crowd, forgetting that Liam can hear him regardless. He winces, Mason cringing lightly before apologising, Corey laughing at the pair. “If Scott could see you now-” Corey pats his shoulder and grins widely. Mason looks behind them, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who you looking for?” Liam looks at him in surprise. “Huh- who, me? Nothing- no one.” He looks into the crowd again before turning back to them. “I gotta go- I’ll see you later.” He runs into the crowd, leaving a bewildered Mason and Corey behind him. “So what do you think all that was about?” Corey looks at his boyfriend who shrugs and tilts his head. “No damn clue.” They link hands and leave the field.

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Liam escapes the crowd, running straight for the locker room and changing out of his gear. He leaves, going back outside and inhaling deeply, countless scents invading his senses. He ignores them, focusing on the one. There. He follows the scent, moving from the field, around the school and there he is. Brett fuckin’ Talbot.

He leans against the wall next to the school entrance and he looks hot. He’s in sweatpants and an old tee and he looks hot. Liam kinda wants to punch him in the face a little. “Good game.” He looks up, tucking his phone into his pocket, a small smile on his face as Liam slowly walks to him, leaning against the wall next to him. “Uh, yeah, you too.” He nods a little, Brett laughing quietly. “We still lost though.” “Yeah, yeah, you did.” Liam grins victoriously, Brett smiling widely despite having lost.

They stay there for a moment in comfortable silence before Brett tilts his head and mumbles a curse. “Fuck it-”

He turns to the boy next and leans down, holding his face in his hands and pressing a short kiss to his lips. He pulls away after a few seconds and looks at the boy, seemingly frozen in shock. “Liam…?” He wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him down, sealing the gap between their lips. Brett fumbles with hands before settling them on his hips. He melts a little. It was strange; his lips were softer than he’d imagined. Would he ever admit that he’d imagined kissing Liam Dunbar? Never.

And then things change. Liam’s hands are fisted in his hair and pulling lightly and he’s groaning against his mouth and- holy fuck- Brett gasps and pulls away to breath, Liam taking a shuddery breath.

“That- that was not how I expected that to go-” Liam’s eyes widen in guilt. “Did I fuck this up-? Shit-” “Wha- no. No, definitely not.” Brett breathes heavily and leans his forehead against his, a small smile on Liam’s face as he closes his eyes. Brett looks at him, smiling widely. Liam opens his eyes and looks up at him and- oh, God- He stares into his eyes and it’s like the breath’s been knocked out of him.

He leans down and kisses him hungrily, a small squeak of surprise escaping Liam before he relaxes and kisses back just as fervently. Brett groans loudly as he pulls his hair hard, Liam slipping his tongue into his mouth. He relaxes and lets him do as pleases, gripping Liam’s hips firmly.

“What- the hell-?” Scott stands in front of them, Mason, Corey and Kira standing behind him, all equally shocked. Liam scrambles out from between Brett and the wall and stands up straight. “Scott-! Hey, thought you were working tonight?” “I wanted to surprise you after your game-” Mason waves his hand in the air impatiently, cutting off the alpha. “I’m sorry- just, dude- what?” He motions to the pair, the boys looking between themselves. “Bi-pan solidarity?” Brett suggests, Liam nodding awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, that. What he said.” “God-” Mason pulls Liam by the shoulder.

“It was- nice, I guess, to see you. There’s a pack thing- do we gotta-?” “We gotta go.” Scott nods and steers Liam from the scene by the shoulders. “We gotta go.” Corey repeats, the group leaving the scene, Kira subtly giving Brett a high five.

“When were you gonna tell us you were dating Brett frickin’ Talbot?” Corey whisper-yells. “I’m not-” “Oh, come on- you were swapping spit like 10 seconds ago-” Liam turns bright red, making Scott and Kira laugh loudly.

“I’ll call you!” He calls out, Liam turning to look back, only to have Mason to turn his head forward. “Not so fast, lover-boy.”

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[whileyoursleeping]

SOLS - Liam’s POV

I wrote a little something that will never become its own thing because writing fanfic of your own fanfic of a show is so meta I don’t wanna go there, so here you are - salty little Liam’s first encounter with Brett, from his point of view. Enjoy ^_^

Liam's nineteen and some spare change when he first meets Brett.

He's also a lot of things that have absolutely nothing to do with his age: he's broke, resolutely ignoring near-debilitating mental health issues, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge his parents, and working a job that has him under the thumb of quite possibly the worst boss imaginable.

He's also, as Hayden would put it, a great foster-dad to a range of different animals, most notably a stupidly fat tabby cat with a penchant for eating things that aren't strictly food. Like shoelaces and tissues.

Said cat has gnawed his shoelaces into almost nothingness the morning Liam sees Brett for the first time, and Liam's pretty pissy over it. That's what he gets for letting it sleep on his fucking face and use him as a living pincushion; the cat clearly doesn't know boundaries.

"Customer," Hayden hisses to Liam, just past opening. "Try and smile."

Liam rolls his eyes, flips her the bird, and hides behind his coffee machine to avoid having to talk to or look at anyone.

Liam goes about his business, making coffees and calling names. He notices when he gets to Brett's mostly because he's the only person who hasn't ordered a fucking soy chai half-sugar latte with a splash of fuck-knows what; he's just ordered a nice, simple mocha. That's it. Liam can respect that, a guy who doesn't overcomplicate shit.

"Order for Brett?" he calls tiredly, loading a croissant up onto a plate. He's half-expecting the middle-aged dude in the corner to come over and he's ready to fight the guy - dude's been drooling over Hayden all morning and Liam can probably find it in himself to break some limbs today - but instead, the guy sitting closest to the counter unfolds himself.

Liam spares him a brief glance, mostly just noticing how stupidly fucking tall the guy is - like, modelesque, really. He pushes the tray over and goes back to his machine.

"Darth Vader?"

Liam looks up, surprised. The guy's got bright blue eyes, large, almond-shaped, with long lashes. "You didn't seem like a panda kind of guy," Liam says blankly. He's kind of bewildered at being spoken to, because - well, he's the barista, which means he doesn't have to talk to people, which is why he likes this job and refuses to learn how to operate the till.

The guy smiles. Thousands of stupidly white teeth. Little crows' feet at the corner of his eyes. Pretty. Stupidly pretty. Stupidly everything. Liam would probably try to fuck him if it weren't for the fact that the guy is almost definitely straight - Liam's getting no vibes there - and his own general level of saltiness on this particular day.

"Nothing wrong with pandas," the guy says - he's got a weird accent. Midwest? Maybe Michigan or Ohio - Liam supposes he could ask the dude whether he uses the word soda or pop, not that he's gonna, because that would be fucking weird.

He shrugs. "Pandas are cute I guess," he agrees. "But Darth Vader has the force."

He kinda figures the guy'll move away in a moment, but he doesn't. He looks down at his mocha, wraps his hands around it, and leans his hips subtly into the counter between them. Liam continues to clean the machine; he's done his part in keeping up the conversation.

"So why one or the other?"

So we're gonna keep doing this. Okay. Liam's resigned himself to the fact that cute guy with the weird accent and beaten-up attitude is about to find out that he's fucking weird; he gestures at Hayden. "She keeps telling me it'll improve business if we have "flair" or something," Liam mutters, not going to any effort to hide his disdain for the idea. "I mean I'm not really an artist but business means I have a job."

"You don't like it?" the guy asks.

"You know how many fucking pandas I draw a day, dude?" Liam asks dryly.

He's not sure if he's pleased or pissed off when the guy laughs; he didn't mean it as a joke, but the guy kinda looks like he hasn't laughed in a while, so it might be good for him. "Well," the guy says, smiling. "Thanks for the effort."

Liam shrugs nonchalantly, even though the mild praise has him softening considerably. "Kids like it."

"I bet." The guy's watching him closely, and as Liam turns to wipe the counter down, he leans forward a little; Liam steps back to compensate, feeling a little nervous at the close proximity.

"McGrumpy?" the guy asks, voice measured.

Liam checks his nametag. "Oh. Yeah. Apparently I have an attitude problem." He rolls his eyes a little at the thought, and at Hayden's vaguely exasperated, but fond scolding ringing in his head. "But that depends on who you're asking."

"Do you have an attitude problem?" Stupidly Pretty guy is smiling with his stupidly white teeth.

"Yeah," Liam admits reluctantly. He knows that, he just doesn't think it's enough of a problem to warrant effort into fixing it.

"So what's your real name?"

"Liam," he says, surprised at how willfully forthcoming he is. "That's Hayden, and I'd introduce you to our manager but once again, he's shot through and left us with twenty million bloody customers and one less pair of hands."

Pretty Boy - Brett, Liam remembers suddenly - leans across the counter, seemingly mindless of the way Liam steps back again. "Sounds bad," he says, and his voice is so genuinely sincere Liam's almost disgusted. He overcompensates for the niceness in his usual way - by acting like an abrasive prick.

"And he won't hire anyone else because he's fucking stingy, and doesn't want to actually have to declare employees on his tax, which is flouting about a million different laws. Probably."

His roughness apparently goes unnoticed, much like his shifty body language, because Brett replies with a simple, "You know much about law?"

"Only how to break it," Liam mutters moodily. "Which he is."

"You an expert in breaking the law?" Brett asks, only now seeming mildly concerned.

"Don't have to be," Liam says shortly. "You wanna break the law? Smash a window or snort some cocaine. It's easy."

Why the fuck, Liam? He asks himself, watching Brett open his mouth, then close it. Why? Of all the illegal shit you could've named, you picked fucking drugs. Good one.

"... Are you speaking from experience?" Brett asks, almost timidly, and Liam's so honest to God surprised the guy hasn't fucked off and left Liam to his weirdness he feels something that might vaguely resemble gratitude. If he could feel that, which, after the life he's had, he's fairly sure he can't.

"No," he says, almost quickly. "Just hypothetically. If you wanted to break the law, that's how you could do it. Or you could punch someone."

Drugs as a first example, violence as a second. If he ever had a shot getting laid with this guy, it just flew out the window. Probably broke the damn thing on the way out, too.

He's saved by his own mildly psychotic rambling in the form of Hayden pinning a new order to his machine; he sighs as he turns to it, watching out of the corner of his eye as Brett leaves to return to his table.

For a moment, Liam's focussed on his task - making the coffee perfectly, because it's fucking Mrs. Dowdle, and she's nitpicky as shit when she's in a good mood. Today, her wrinkled face is set in a disapproving scowl. She hates Liam. She's never spoken to him, but Liam's got double-pierced ears and half-purple hair, and Mrs. Dowdle wears a cross the size of his palm around her neck. The only thing he could do to make things worse for himself is get a sleeve of tattoos, and honestly, the only thing stopping him is the money involved.

"Etta Dowdle?" he calls, passing the coffee over.

He knows what her next moves will be. She takes it from him, stiffly, trying not to touch him - judgmental old witch - and sets it down gently. Takes the top off, lifts the lid gingerly, sniffs. Inspects the foam. Looks up at Liam. She hates it when he messes it up - and she hates him even more when he gets it right, because then she has nothing to bitch about.

"Double frothed?"

"Yup."

"Three sugars?"

"You know me, Mrs. Dowdle," Liam says boredly. "I lack the strength of spirit to deliberately mess up your coffee."

She sniffs. "Good."

"You're welcome," he calls as she leaves, and Hayden whacks his ass with a rolled-up magazine. "Ow, Jesus, what?"

"Be nice! She's old!"

"She's a fucking bitch!" Liam hisses. "Give her a chance and she'll be back here with an altar, bible, and holy water, trying to exorcise me."

"Look, I'm not arguing against that, because I think you might be right," Hayden says, "but you could get fired."

"God, okay, okay, I'll be nice or whatever."

"I'm not asking you to be nice. It's Monday morning and I know you're not safe for the general population until at least Wednesday." Liam has to smile here, reluctantly, because really, Hayden knows him way too well. "Just... be civil?"

"Alright, okay. Civil. You got it. Just don't hit me with the magazine again."

"Why?" She gets that stricken expression of alarm that usually coincides with her thinking she's somehow hurt him. "Did I hurt you?"

He rolls his eyes. If Hayden had her way, she'd wrap him in bubblewrap and never let him leave their apartment. "No, look," he says, "I like it, okay, you just - it embarrasses me when you do it in public, Hayds, we agreed to keep that shit in the bedroom."

Her face cracks open into a genuine grin, and she laughs loudly enough to get the attention of a few of the customers. "Okay, I'm sorry," she giggles. "I'll save it next time."

"Good, thank you," Liam mutters, and Hayden leaves him with an affectionate swat on the thigh.

The room gets busy again, then wanes; by the time Liam looks up again, he's surprised to find that Brett's still at his table. The plate that held his croissant is devoid even of crumbs, but his coffee has barely been touched.

Liam narrows his eyes. His coffee is good, and he knows that. His desire to confront Brett and demand what's wrong with his fucking mocha is exactly the reason he isn't suited to customer service, either.

Still, as he watches, Brett takes a careful sip of the coffee, then puts it back. And that's when Liam notices - Brett's got a duffel bag and backpack on the bench beside him, as well as his laptop bag. And his hands are shaking - Liam's hearing has been honed to near-perfection after years of listening for his alcoholic dad coming home from the bar, and he can hear Brett's coffee cup rattling against the saucer as he puts it down.

Damn, Liam realises. Is he homeless?

Curiosity killed the cat, but Liam slides out from behind the counter and collects Brett's plate and cutlery slowly. Brett looks at him - almost timidly, like he's afraid of Liam or something.

Stalling? Liam wonders. So we don't kick him out maybe?

They're supposed to kick people out when they're done so that non-paying customers don't leech their power and internet. But Liam doesn't have the heart to do it, so he just collects Brett's dishes and retreats behind the counter. Hayden's standing there, looking bored now that the morning rush is over.

"Is he still drinking that?" Hayden asks.

Liam nods. "I could be totally off-base," he admits, "but I uh, I think he might be homeless. See all the bags?"

Hayden looks, and her expression crumbles sympathetically. "Yeah," she murmurs. "I think you might be right."

"Reckon he's stalling?"

"Probably." She bites her lip. "Let's not kick him out," she says. "I don't know how we're gonna manage, Richard is meant to be back in an hour."

Liam thinks for a moment. "I'll just start making a coffee or something, I dunno," he says. "Say it's for him. That he ordered and shit."

She looks surprised. "You care?"

He narrows his eyes at her. "I do have a heart, you know," he mutters. "Just because it's covered in layers of ice and stone doesn't mean it isn't there."

She smiles. "I know," she says. "I've seen it."

He scowls at her, but she must know it's a front, because that gentle, loving expression stays on her face. It's still there when she goes back to the counter.

Brett finishes his coffee; Liam collects the mug and saucer, resolutely avoiding Brett's eyes. And when their boss comes in, Liam's fucking ready - the "He ordered," slips lazily off his tongue like it couldn't be anything but the truth, and his boss believes him.

Brett looks panicked when Liam brings the coffee - complete with a stupidly cheerful-looking gingerbread man - over. "Tall caramel macchiato for Brett," he says, voice almost sickly sweet with his desire to have Brett play along with him.

Brett looks up - dude looks like a bunny in the headlights. "I-"

He's not gonna get it. Because he's probably stupid but also probably scared. Liam narrows his eyes and wait until comprehension begins to bloom across Brett's face to say, "You are Brett, right?"

"Yeah," Brett says, stumbling over the word. "Yeah, sorry. Listening to music."

"Enjoy," Liam says sweetly, and takes his leave. Seriously. He's gonna need his heart to go back to being icy, because caring about people's welfare is too much fucking work.

#sols #briam oneshot

[lyo24boi]

Teen Wolf Week 7 Fics

Most of these are Teen or Mature.  The links go to AO3, but you can also find them on FanFiction.net as well. (I missed Week 6 because I was out of town and had trouble writing)

Updated Fics

PHAS, Chapter 4 [THIAM]

Shattered, Chapter 9 [SCEREK, Young Derek]

Tone Him Down, Chapter 2 [JETHAN]

New Fics

I Spy, Oneshot [BRIAM]

#briam #jethan #scerek #thiam #teen wolf fic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3feed

[wpfeed-sterek]

Teen Wolf Oneshots

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One Shots for Teen Wolf ships °Sterek °Scisaac °Briam °And More !! Fluff, Smut, Aus, etc. +Morey I do not own Teen Wolf

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Teen Wolf Oneshots

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#wattpad #sterek #stiles/derek #teen wolf #sterek fanfic rec #sterek fic rec #fanfiction #fanfic

[swearwolf-writes]

swearwolf-writes masterlist

Agents of SHIELD:

Fanart:

- Robbie Reyes AKA Ghost Rider

Batfam

Headcanons:

- Batfam as TMNT Characters

Criminal Minds:

Fanart:

- Penemily ft the iconic strawberry dress

Disney Zombies:

Oneshots:

- Wyatt Lykensen - Chocolate [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

- Wynter Barkowitz - Coming Out [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Fanart:

- The Moonstone Pack Den

I-Land:

Moodboards:

- i-land top 12 as demigods but with ~moodboards~: K || Hanbin || Geonu

Edits:

- Edit dump includes other fandoms

Julie and the Phantoms:

Fanfiction:

- Sunset Curve not Sunset Straight [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Fanart:

- Julie takes the boys shopping

Merlin:

Bullet Fics:

- Merlin: Magic for the Masses (fix-it fic + post-canon) [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Multifandom:

Edits:

- Edit dump - Red Velvet, ATEEZ, I-LAND, WAYV, NCT DREAM

Bullet Fics:

- A Bond Between Villains (poly!julesmickrian) - A Bond Between People/Et Band Mellem Mennesker (Alex Hogh Andersen), Villains (Bill Skarskard, Maika Monroe)

NCT DREAM:

Fanfiction:

- Doppelgänger Masterlist [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Edits:

- Edit dump includes other fandoms

Supergirl:

Oneshots:

- Today Is a Gift - Monwinn (with poly!monwinnayla (Mon-El, Winn Schott, Ayla Ranzz)) [CROSSPOSTED ON AO3]

Teen Wolf:

Moodboards:

- LGBT+ Moodboards Masterlist

Drabbles:

- Teen Wolf 2020 post-canon [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Oneshots:

- Get On With The Damn Game, Dunbar! - Briam [CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

- Whenever You Need Me - Brett Talbot x Nolan Holloway  [part of my Teen Wolf 2020 au || CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier:

Gif Sets:

- Sam Wilson: in a suit bcs dayum || Captain America (ep 1)

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies:

Fanfiction:

- The Paradox Masterlist

Wandavision:

Gif sets:

- Aesthetics

- Wanda x Vision: (1) || (2)

#my works #masterlist #tvd #tvd fanfic #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries fanfic #the originals #the originals fanfic #wandavision #disney zombies #zombies 2 #disney zombies fanfiction #wyatt lykensen #wynter barkowitz #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fanfiction #nct dream au #mark lee #lee donghyuck #haechan #lee jeno #na jaemin #zhong chenle #huang renjun #park jisung #supergirl #supergirl fanfic #supergirl oneshots #teen wolf

[lyo24boi]

Teen Wolf Week 1 & 2 Fics

Most of these are Teen or Mature.  The links go to AO3, but you can also find them on FanFiction.net as well.

Updated Fics

As Time Passes By, Chapters 5 & 6 (now complete) [SCISAAC]

Bloodlust, Chapter 10 (rewritten 8 &9) [SCISAAC]

New Fics

A Dream and a Night, Oneshot [SCISAAC/SCEO]

Party of the Year, Oneshot [BRIAM]

PHAS, Chapter 1 [THIAM]

Shattered, Chapters 1 & 2 [SCEREK, Young Derek]

#briam #sceo #scerek #scisaac #thiam #teen wolf fic #ao3feed #ao3 #fanfiction

[whileyoursleeping]

asdfghjk Just thought you should know I made some kind of excited-distressed-happy noise when I saw you're planning to write another fic. I don't know what we did to deserve such a blessing, but thank you so much. You're the sole reason my Briam cravings are fulfilled.

Ahhh thank you so much! I’m so glad you guys are still enjoying my writing :D I really hope this new fic doesn’t disappoint! It’ll likely be a long oneshot or a four-parter :) 

[ao3feed-briam]

Party of the Year

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by lyo24boi

A Briam oneshot, Liam and Stiles attend Lydia's birthday party to drink away their sorrows from their breakups. Beacon Hills students aren't the only ones that showed up.

Words: 3488, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Liam Dunbar, Stiles Stilinski, Brett Talbot, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin, Hayden Romero, Malia Tate

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Brett Talbot

Additional Tags: Birthday Party, Recreational Drug Use, Post-Break Up, Clothed Sex

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#briam #brett x liam #liam x brett #brett talbot #liam dunbar #teen wolf #ao3feed

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Teen Wolf Oneshots

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One Shots for Teen Wolf ships °Sterek °Scisaac °Briam °And More !! Fluff, Smut, Aus, etc. +Morey I do not own Teen Wolf

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Teen Wolf Oneshots

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[wpfeed-sterek]

Teen Wolf Oneshots

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One Shots for Teen Wolf ships °Sterek °Scisaac °Briam °And More !! Fluff, Smut, Aus, etc. +Morey I do not own Teen Wolf

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Teen Wolf Oneshots

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[wpfeed-sterek]

Teen Wolf Oneshots

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Teen Wolf Oneshots

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[whileyoursleeping]

The Morning After

I know I haven’t posted any actual fic in AGES so here’s something until I update Decibels!

This takes place after that oneshot in which Liam and Brett go to a bar and then end up having sex and I couldn’t find a link on my blog to link it to because my organisation skills suck but hopefully you guys remember lol

Enjoy!

When Liam wakes up in the morning, Brett's gone from the bed.

He sits up, slowly, and looks around. He's wearing his own boxers and one of Brett's baggy t-shirts; he feels comfortable, sated with sleep.

Until he remembers that they fucked last night, and then everything comes crashing down - shit is different, now, and Brett's probably regretting ever getting that close to Liam. Which is probably why he's not in the bed.

Liam closes his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath to try and stem the flow of tears threatening to escape. He can't do this. He can't do this anymore. He feels like he should just stay the fuck away from everyone until he gets his shit sorted out - which, right now, feels like it may never happen.

He stands up and gets out of bed; his phone is plugged into the wall, charging, but he can't find his clothes - they must still be in the dryer after last night's ocean frolic.

He heads out into the hallway, chest clenched with anxiety. He can smell something delicious cooking; Brett must be awake. He endeavours to move quietly.

"Liam?"

He freezes. Brett's appeared in the hallway, looking surprised. "Hey," he says brightly. "You're awake. That's awesome." He gestures to the kitchen with a spatula. "I'm making breakfast," he says. "French toast and eggs. You wanna - hey. What's wrong?"

Liam swallows; his eyes are stinging. "I'm sorry," he says.

"Huh? What for?"

Liam twists the hem of his shirt. "Just, I," he says uncomfortably. "I uh-"

"Is this about last night?" Brett asks gently. "I haven't changed my mind you know. Still wanna take you on a proper date. But for now - well, I figured you'd be hungry. I made breakfast. You look kinda skinny."

Liam swallows. "Haven't been eating much," he mumbles, looking away.

"I know. I kind of figured." Brett steps a little closer. "Hey... it's okay. It's just me, Liam."

Liam takes a deep breath. It's just Brett. Brett, who's been his best friend and supported him through everything that's gone on in the last month. Brett's not going to leave him. Brett knows his damage better than anyone and he's still here.

"Yeah," he whispers, and his voice cracks a little.

Brett smiles softly. "C'mon," he says. "French toast. You like Greek yoghurt?"

"I uh - I haven't tried it."

"Okay, well, you want to? Tastes good with berries. And there's eggs." Brett's heading back into the kitchen; Liam follows, amazed at all the food sitting out on the breakfast counter. "Don't eat it on its own, though," Brett continues. "Tastes gross on its own. Always have berries."

"Okay," Liam says blankly.

"Here." Brett pushes a plate of French toast towards him with a smile. "All yours."

"You didn't have to make me breakfast," Liam mumbles shyly. "Thank you."

There's a pause. "You could really use some TLC," Brett says finally.

Liam pauses. Nobody's ever really talked about it openly like that before - they've alluded to it, but never openly acknowledged that he's in pain and could really use some help.

"Yeah," he says finally. "I guess I kind of could, huh?"

Brett smiles. He looks almost proud. "Well, I'm here. I'm great at TLC."

Liam tries to smile back. "Yeah. I can see that." He takes a deep breath; he's still feeling really wobbly and off-centred, even though Brett's being really nice to him and Liam knows he's safe here. It's just Brett. His best friend. Brett's not the problem; Liam doesn't trust himself right now. He doesn't feel like himself and that person feels further and further away from him every day.

"Eat something," Brett encourages.

So Liam eats a bite of toast, surprised by the flavours that burst across his tongue, chews, swallows, and then takes another. Brett watches him for a bit, and Liam lets him - he doesn't see the point in telling Brett to stop really. He knows Brett's just worried about him.

"Good?" Brett asks.

"Yeah. Thank you."

Brett nods. "Hey, I just want you to know, Liam, I..."

Liam looks up, nervous. Brett smiles at him. He seems to be concentrating on being gentle.

"I don't think of you any differently now we've had sex," Brett says. "I just want you to know that, okay?" He's smiling shyly at Liam. "It was fun. Felt really good. I'd uh - you know, after maybe you're a little less heartbroken, and if you decide you like me that way... maybe we could do it again."

Brett looks like a nervous teenager, sitting next to Liam and avoiding his eyes while blushing. It brings a smile to Liam's face; he wants to try with Brett. It seems like Brett might be good for him, and willing to wait, and to help Liam work through his emotional baggage.

Liam leans forward a little - and Brett moves back, looking confused.

Liam tilts his head, wondering if Brett's going to stay still this time around. This time, he makes his intentions clear - he lifts Brett's chin with his hand and kisses him softly.

Brett slackens where he's sitting, leans forward a little, and makes a pleased murmuring noise into Liam's mouth - which is pretty much the cutest thing Brett's ever done, and the list is ridiculously long.

He pulls back, and Brett chases him, putting his hands on Liam's thighs. Liam smiles.

"I like you, Brett," he says. "I really like you. Thanks for being there."

#i might continue this eventually #mopey stuff i wrote while i was mopey #briam oneshot #sort of lol

[whileyoursleeping]

Paper Planes Outtake #3

I know I kNOW I SHOULD BE WRITING DECIBELS

(And I am, just, very, very slowly)

Background - Liam was with Garrett for 2-ish years before getting together with Brett; Garrett was a dick (as per Briam stories seem to dictate, lol, but Garrett really IS a dick.)

Enjoy!

It’s the first night Liam’s spending at Brett’s place, and Brett’s sort of nervous.

He’s not sure about what, exactly; Liam seems perfectly happy to move at whatever speed Brett dictates.

He watches as Liam almost slinks into his bedroom, his glasses still on even though his eyelashes are wet from washing his face. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweats, and if Brett didn’t know better, he’d say Liam was nervous as well.

Which is ridiculous. Because Liam’s got loads of experience sleeping with other dudes and Brett has absolutely zero. Liam isn’t nervous, surely?

“Hey,” Brett says. “You wanna grab the light switch?”

“Sure,” Liam replies softly, flicking the light. The room is immediately plunged into a muted golden light from Brett’s bedside lamp.

Liam pads over to the bed slowly. Brett’s sort of expecting that Liam will take at least his shirt off, but he doesn’t - he removes his glasses, slowly, and puts them on the bedside table, checks his phone, and then rolls his shoulders back. Now that Brett’s looking, Liam’s noticeably tense, keyed-up; he’s not sure what’s going on, or how to fix it.

He’s just about to open his mouth to say something when Liam pulls back the covers a little and slides into bed with him. He still looks nervous, even though Brett can see his pupils swelling up with the effects of his Risperdal.

“Thanks,” Liam says awkwardly. “For, um, for letting me stay.”

Letting you stay? Brett wonders. “I wanted you to,” he says.

Liam fidgets. He still hasn’t laid down, and he’s sitting about as far away from Brett as he can. Brett still can’t work out what’s wrong. Has he somehow said or done something that’s offended Liam, or scared him off?

“You gonna sleep sitting up?” he asks quietly.

Liam gives him a timid smile and slides into the sheets properly. He’s still about as far away as he can get, though - he’s gotta be on the edge of the mattress.

Brett stretches out his arm towards Liam and cards Liam’s hair softly. Liam gives a brief, but violent shiver, surprising Brett so thoroughly he removes his hand.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to, uh...”

Fuck, Liam looks really upset; he’s not meeting Brett’s eyes and he’s so wound up Brett thinks he might leave at any given moment.

“Hey, uh,” Brett tries. “Hey. Why don’t you come here?” He holds out his arm, offering up his chest and shoulder for Liam to rest on. “You don’t have to, but I would like it if you did.”

Liam finally meets his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks quietly.

Brett blinks. “Yeah, of course. C’mere.”

Liam shuffles over to him and rests against Brett’s chest and shoulder; he’s still sort of tense, so Brett winds him in close and closer until Liam’s forced to roll right up against him.

“Hmm,” Brett sighs. “You’re so warm and snuggly.” 

“You don’t mind this?” Liam asks.

“No way, dude, cuddling is the shit. Why?”

Liam picks at a loose thread on Brett’s flat sheet. “I uh,” he says. “Garrett used to... I dunno, Garrett used to say I wasn’t affectionate enough, but then when I’d, uh... you know what, this is a really sad story, and I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, so-”

“I wanna know if you wanna tell it,” Brett says quickly.

Liam takes a breath. “Okay. Well, Garrett would say I wasn’t affectionate enough but then when I’d try to get close at night - you know, like this, to cuddle or whatever - he’d push me off and roll his eyes and say I was being too needy and clingy. And I never got it.”

Liam sounds so hurt and confused in that last sentence that Brett’s heart breaks a little. “I think you’re plenty affectionate,” he says. “And I like cuddling. So don’t worry about... what you think I might do, because I’m not Garrett, okay? I’m not gonna confuse you like that.”

“So you really don’t mind?” Liam asks.

“Nope. In fact, you should take your shirt off. Did you know that skin-to-skin contact promotes the release of oxytocin, which fosters feelings of relief, happiness, and love?”

Liam smiles as he strips his shirt off. “I didn’t know that.”

“Well, you do now. Of course, you have to test it, so-”

Liam lies back against him, and he’s deliciously warm against Brett’s skin, his own soft and smooth and almost hairless, apart from his snail trail and the patch on his chest. He curls up close, his head back on Brett’s shoulder, and smiles.

“Yep. I can feel it. All that oxytocin...”

Brett laughs.

#briam oneshot #oneshot #fluffy fluff fluff #goodnight world ^_^

[whileyoursleeping]

Prompt #124

Otherwise known as “actually what happens at least once a month in my everyday life, but I fictionalised it because feels”.

Sick fic. Fluff. Pure fluff. Enjoy <3

124. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

~*~

"Don't leave me," Liam whines.

Brett sighs, but he smiles to himself as he turns around to look at Liam. Liam, who's curled up in the middle of their bed, a handful of crushed tissues clutched in his hand, Fudge nosing curiously at his face.

"Liam," he says, "it's only for a few hours. They just need me to help run some tests on blood samples."

Liam stuffs his face into the pillow and mumbles something; Brett sits on the edge of the bed.

Big mistake. Liam shuffles over to him and wraps an arm around Brett's hips, puts his face on Brett's thigh, and sniffles miserably. Brett - who's a total sucker for the pouting, puppy-dog eyes Liam's giving him - tugs the duvet up around his back and shoulders.

"I'm sick," Liam whines pitifully. "I'm dying."

"Jesus, Liam, you aren't dying." Liam's almost died on a few occasions and he's never, ever actually said it aloud. "You've got a seriously bad case of needing to harden the fuck up."

Liam moans thickly, sniffs again, and burrows back into Brett's lap. Brett strokes the back of his neck fondly; Liam came down with a bug yesterday afternoon - sniffing, coughing, feeling headachy and feverish - and Brett's initial panic (he wondered briefly if Liam had some kind of haemorrhagic fever, or swine flu, or some other untold and violent illness) has given way to exasperated amusement. Liam's not dying; he's got a cold, and he's not dealing with it well at all.

"My ears are blocked," Liam complains.

"Blow your nose."

"I can't, it's too stuffy."

Except that sentence comes out more like, "I cab't, id do duffy" and Brett laughs. Liam glares up at him weakly, eyes red and streaming.

"Fuck you. You don't care."

"Oh, shut up," Brett laughs, gathering Liam closer. "Of course I care. Look, if you let me go to work, I'll bring you back some cold and flu medicine, okay? Maybe even some decongestants."

Liam hesitates. Brett knows he's weighing it up - would he rather be warm and have Brett, or would he rather have a quick-fix for his cold?

"Okay," he sniffles wetly.

"Okay." Brett gets off the bed, but he leans down to kiss Liam's forehead. "I'll be back soon, alright? Have a shower. Make it really hot. Might help with your ears and nose."

Liam lays his head back on the pillow. "Okay," he says miserably.

"Stop saying okay."

"Okay," Liam replies with a small grin.

Brett shakes his head fondly as he leaves.

His shift at the infirmary goes quickly; Tamara's called in a few other people to help test blood samples, and so after three hours, Brett's able to snag some cold and flu tablets from the store room and head home. On his way, he stops at the inventory hall and snags some apples too - Liam loves apples, and they're bound to cheer him up.

When he opens the front door, he's greeted by the sight of Liam, curled up on the couch, piled under blankets and pillows and looking only marginally healthier than when Brett left.

"Hi," he croaks.

"Hey, Li." Brett shuts the door. "You feeling any better?"

"No," Liam says miserably. "I had a shower though. It sorta helped my nose."

"Good." Brett goes to the kitchen and finds their powdered PowerAde, mixes some up, and brings it over to the couch. "Here. Found you some cold and flu medicine."

"I love you," Liam breathes.

"I know. Drink up."

Liam takes the pills and drinks half the glass before putting back on the coffee table and closing his eyes. "I'm still dying," he wheezes. "Didn't work."

"Here. I'll spoon you till you're better." As Liam peels back the blankets surrounding him, Brett catches sight of his shirt - or rather, he catches sight of one of his shirts, drowning Liam in its fabric. It's an older one, navy blue and so worn it feels almost like silk, and it's a little too big for him. The sleeves are almost reaching Liam's elbows, and he has to tug it up Liam's shoulder to make sure it doesn't fall off him.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" he asks teasingly.

"You weren't here and I was sad," Liam says, sniffing.

Brett smiles. "You know you're pretty much the cutest thing ever, Liam?" he asks.

Liam glares at him - which would normally be intimidating, but the effect is softened by the cocoon of blankets and how red Liam's nose is. "I am not."

"Yeah you are. Now move over." He crawls up onto the couch behind Liam and wraps Liam securely in his arms. "That better?"

"Mm, yeah." Liam wipes his nose on a tissue; Brett winces at the squishing noise his nose makes. "I'm still probably dying."

"Oh, shut up."

#briam oneshot #oneshot

[whileyoursleeping]

Prompt - Bagels

So, this was sort of the other part of the prompt. In which Liam is equally as bemused, but the situation involves a fully clothed Brett, Snapchat, and two bagels.

Based on this photo.

“Brett!” Liam calls. “We gotta go!”

Nothing. Not a sound. Liam huffs, quelling the urge to throw a tantrum, and closes the door of their hotel room behind him.

Coachella. He’s pretty excited to be here; he and Brett have saved most of the summer and arrived in the city today. They’ll be camping on the grounds tomorrow, when the festival’s actually started - but for now, they want to do some sightseeing, and they’ve booked the hotel.

They’re due to catch a bus soon. Except… Liam’s boyfriend is nowhere to be found.

“I literally went to go get fucking ice from the damn vending machine down the hall and he’s fucking gone,” Liam mutters to himself, putting the bucket of ice in the freezer. “How? How does a six foot three manchild just go missing? How do I not notice?”

He’s gonna suck at his job. If he loses the one person he loves more than anything or anyone, there’s no way in hell he’ll be able to keep track of anyone else. Maybe he shouldn’t do law enforcement.

“Beeeegels!”

Liam freezes. Straightens up. Turns towards the bathroom, which, now that he’s actually looking, has the door cracked open. Brett’s suitcase is open on the bed. His phone charger’s missing from it; Liam knows the only other outlet is next to the sinks. Which is poorly designed if you ask him. (No one did, and Brett was less than enthusiastic about the topic when Liam brought it up.)

He wonders, briefly, if that’s Brett. Then again, he doubts any other loser would be in their bathroom, affecting a high-pitched voice and trilling about bagels. He only knows one person who’s crazy enough to do something like that… and he spends at least forty percent of said time with that person on his back, getting pounded to within an inch of his life. So who’s the real idiot there?

He pushes the bathroom door open, taking a moment to appreciate just how good Brett looks in plain blue jeans, sneakers, and a black t-shirt. He’s grinning happily, holding his phone up to take a selfie - Brett’s fucking addicted to Snapchat - and has a bagel in his other hand.

“Begels got me begging please, no,” Brett crows, taking a bite and getting icing sugar on his nose and lips before continuing, in a muffled voice, “no, nooo, noooo!”

Liam wants to snark, to say something sarcastic… instead, he leans against the doorjamb and watches, fondly amused, his heart swelling with affection, as Brett continues, for a few minutes, to Snapchat his bagel-eating adventure.

I love you. You dork.

“Have fun?” he asks when Brett’s finished the bagel.

Brett whips around - he’s still covered in icing sugar. “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough.” Liam slides into the bathroom, suddenly unconcerned about whether or not they miss the bus. He swipes his thumb across Brett’s lips to collect the icing sugar sitting there.

Brett smiles at him hopefully. “Did you think it was cute and not weird?”

“You pull it off,” Liam says, pulling Brett down to kiss his nose - and lick the sugar off it. “Good bagel?”

“I got you one as well,” Brett says sheepishly. “It’s in the microwave.”

“Why is it - never mind. I don’t care. Thanks.”

“Maybe we can continue the thrilling saga?” Brett asks hopefully. “Except this bagel is his wife.”

“Dude. I’ve never eaten a woman before, and I’m not gonna.”

Brett laughs.

#briam oneshot #oneshot

[whileyoursleeping]

Prompt - Karaoke

I hate the word “karaoke” because the way it’s spelled makes literally no fucking sense, BUT. Here we are. You can all thank the lovely @untillambsbecomelionss for this prompt :)

(Also, I feel kind of like I owe you guys a fuckton of fluff. So. Here it is).

Oneshot - Grumpy/bemused/barely awake Liam stumbling in on Brett and his bathroom antics. Based off this gifset.

Liam's not sure what pisses him off more - waking up before his alarm is due to go off, or waking up to a noise that isn't his alarm.

He lifts his head sleepily, glaring at the doorway. He's got sleep in his eyes and he can barely see, but it's cracked open, and he can hear the bathroom fan whirring. When he rolls over, about to tell Brett to tell Pete to knock it the fuck off, he finds Brett gone.

"What the fuck," Liam mutters, sliding out of bed clumsily. He's awake now, and there's one hell of a racket going on in the bathroom, and Liam's about to fucking rain on someone's parade. Then eat a bagel and go back to bed.

He blinks as he stumbles towards the bathroom. He's barely awake and he's pretty pissed off about it, too. "Hey," he complains as he enters. "Dude-"

He stops. Brett's standing there, wearing nothing more than a towel, his hair already perfectly coiffed and holding what looks like a shampoo bottle to his lips, singing what Liam thinks might be an awful rendition of Lady Gaga's "Poker Face". The only positive thing Liam can say about the entire scene is that a) Brett is wearing only a towel, and b) he's gyrating his hips so obscenely Liam feels like maybe his stupid boyfriend missed  his calling as a male stripper.

Liam stands in the doorway. Brett knows he's there - he makes eye contact with Liam in the mirror and grins, tripping over the next verse of the song - but he doesn't stop. Liam blinks. Looks around. For some stupid reason, he's the one who feels out of place here, wearing Superman boxers and a plain t-shirt.

"Care to join me?" Brett asks smoothly.

"What the fuck is happening?" Liam asks bemusedly.

Brett laughs. "Didn't I warn you? Fridays are karaoke days."

"I - what? No."

"What do you mean, no?" Brett giggles.

"I mean - you woke me up at this fucking ungodly hour-"

"It's half past eight, Liam-"

"With - with - you're not even getting the words right!" he splutters.

"Yes I am," Brett says cheerfully.

Liam recognises that he's being baited, but he can't leave it the fuck alone. "No," he says, flustered. "You aren't. It's "she's got me like nobody" not "she's got me on her body". I work in a fucking music store! I hear this God-awful sugar-coated dime-a-dozen horseshit all day, every day-"

Brett finally stops singing, but only because he's bent over and wheezing with laughter. "I guess," he chokes out, "if you know the words, you're gonna have to sing for me."

"I'm not taking part in this. You're probably going to hell,"Liam says moodily, crossing his arms over his chest.

"If I go to hell, this won't be the reason." Brett's smiling as he drags Liam into the bathroom. "C'mon. You're already awake and you're such a cute little sourpuss. Let me lighten you up a little bit."

"Calling me a cute little sourpuss wasn't a good way to start," Liam snarks.

Brett pouts at him, now, obviously changing tack. "I'll let you suck my dick," he pleads.

"You'll let me suck your dick?" Liam says disbelievingly. "Don't you mean you'll beg me to suck it?"

Brett grabs his hand and slides it between the folds of the towel; he's already half hard, just from Liam showing up in his stupid Superman boxers and arguing with him about Lady Gaga - and nope, Liam's not touching that particular part of Brett's psychological makeup with a ten foot pole.

This pole, on the other hand... he squeezes, and it swells in his grip, weighty. Brett leans his forehead against Liam's, smiling impishly.

"Okay, fine," Liam mumbles. "Where's the fucking shampoo bottle, you freak?"

#briam oneshot #oneshot #this was such a nice thing to write after all the angst lately haha #bonus round may be coming soon so watch out for that