; wesley tucker imagines [ON HOLD]

period buddy

"WESLEY," I yell at him from up stairs. God, I've missed my period for a month and a half (a/n this is normal, I get it all the time) and it feels like all the pain and cramping have come together this month to pay me back from the month and a half of freedom I've had.

Not to mention me running out of 'products' on my second day. Super fucking fantastic.

Did I not just call this boy upstairs?

"WESL-,"

"What!" He appears in the doorway of my room, finally. It's been a good eight seconds since I first called him. Took him long enough.

"I just wanna let you know that I love you so, so much," of course I mean that as a platonic thing.

As a response, Wes groans in annoyance and turns to walk away. Does he really think he can walk away from me?

"Wesley Fucking Tucker," I say loudly. "Get your ass back in my room".

"Seriously, y/n," he groans once again.

"I need lady things," I smiles sweetly.

"A dildo?" He asks me with a confused and kind of disgusted look.

"No!" I yell and laugh. "Tampons and shit, ya know?"

"Nope," he says bluntly. "Nope, not doin' it. Sorry".

Perfect. I immediately look down and force a few tears out; not too much. Just two or three. I look back up at him and sniffle lightly and take out my phone.

"I get it, it's ok," I say, making my voice crack in the slightest bit.

"Y/nnnn," he whines.

"I'll call someone else to help me with the hard time I'm going through right now, go do whatever you were doing". I say, scrolling through Instagram and not actually looking through my contacts.

"Fine!" He yells, widening his eyes and raising his hands in defeat. "I'll go!"

I wipe away my fake tears and smile up at him. "Great! Thanks, Love ya Wessy," I blow him a kiss with both hands.

He walks away after mumbling something along the lines of "yeah, whatever," and goes downstairs to leave to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up my things.

"Wes!" I yell.

"What now!" He yells back louder.

"Can you get me a quarter pounder with cheese combo at McDonald's!" I yell back twice as loud. "Sprite to drink!"

"Fuck you!" He replies, and with that the door slams and he's off.

Now I kinda feel bad for him. How's he supposed to get through the rest of this week being my servant?

Who am I kidding, he's fine.

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A/n okay I really hate this and it's super short but like a started it a few days ago and I thought to myself today "why not just finish it? You have no other ideas you uncreative fuck," and with that, I present to you this piece of shit chapter:')

Thank you for 300+ reads.

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