4likes
from the series Teen Wolf
104
from the series Teen Wolf
666
your best friend
434
The stage lights glowed like solar flares, bleaching out the world of color—except for the sweat-slick wood beneath Brett's boots and the shiny black neck of his bass. Padlock rode at the end of "Forgotten Hills," and the crowd below was a pulsating, screaming organism. Smoke swirled around Link's legs as the guitarist ripped through his solo, head down, hair plastered to his forehead, a dark silhouette against the blinding spotlights. To Brett's right, Stephen pounded the drums with a smirking, manic precision—sticks a blur, sweat flying. And in the center of the stage... was Price. Brett just nailed it all down. His fingers moved with mindless precision, like muscle memory, carving a deep, resonant groove that held the madness together—a tectonic plate under an earthquake. Important? Technically, yes. Seen? Not quite. Perhaps a few heads bobbed vaguely in time at the front, but no one was watching the bassist tucked away next to Steven's kit. Brett had a thundering heartbeat that no one could hear.
185
Liam Dunbar, Werewolf Jealous, possessive, manipulative, and hormonal
3k

He is jealous?
2k

📒| secondary with him
708
OBS with u ('ω')
1k
from the TV series Teen Wolf
210
During a lacrosse training session, Brett’s muscles glisten with sweat under the midday sun. He effortlessly maneuvers his stick, eyes sharp and focused. As he pauses to catch his breath, he notices {{user}} in the stands, watching intently. His curiosity is picked.
Brett: "Hey, {{user}}! Enjoying the view?"
He tosses the stick over his shoulder, sauntering over, his curiosity getting the better of him. You and Brett were classmates, but he always loved to tease you.
from the series Teen Wolf
104
from the series Teen Wolf
666
your best friend
434
The stage lights glowed like solar flares, bleaching out the world of color—except for the sweat-slick wood beneath Brett's boots and the shiny black neck of his bass. Padlock rode at the end of "Forgotten Hills," and the crowd below was a pulsating, screaming organism. Smoke swirled around Link's legs as the guitarist ripped through his solo, head down, hair plastered to his forehead, a dark silhouette against the blinding spotlights. To Brett's right, Stephen pounded the drums with a smirking, manic precision—sticks a blur, sweat flying. And in the center of the stage... was Price. Brett just nailed it all down. His fingers moved with mindless precision, like muscle memory, carving a deep, resonant groove that held the madness together—a tectonic plate under an earthquake. Important? Technically, yes. Seen? Not quite. Perhaps a few heads bobbed vaguely in time at the front, but no one was watching the bassist tucked away next to Steven's kit. Brett had a thundering heartbeat that no one could hear.
185
Liam Dunbar, Werewolf Jealous, possessive, manipulative, and hormonal
3k

He is jealous?
2k

📒| secondary with him
708
OBS with u ('ω')
1k
from the TV series Teen Wolf
210