; wesley tucker imagines [ON HOLD]

why me?

"Y/n," I hear Wesley groan from the living room couch, making me giggle while I finish putting my thick, curly hair into a low bun; leaving a few strands to fall in my face. "Can we leave now?"

"Baby, I'm almost done," I laugh, standing up and adjusting my black, cropped Thrasher hoodie. (A/n I don't skate but I still look hella fine in Thrasher).

I walk into the living room to see Wes spread out across the couch with the back of his head facing me, scrolling through twitter on his phone.

He obviously hasn't noticed my presence yet, so I creep up behind him before quickly grabbing his shoulders.

"Whatthefuck!" He yells out, almost sounding like gibberish while whipping his head around to face me with a scared-shitless expression.

I'm laughing so hard that tears are starting to drop out of my eyes, but I'm also laughing so hard that no sound is leaving my throat; leaving me looking like a constipated dolphin.

"That wasn't fucking funny, y/n!" He says, resting his head in his hands.

After about a minute more of me laughing my ass off, we finally make our way into the car and drive to Dairy Queen.

;time skip

I lead Wes over to one of the tables just outside of the doors and sit. Our table has a blue and white umbrella over it, creating the perfect amount of shade.

"Wes," I hum, taking a scoop from my Skor blizzard.

"Yeah?" He replies, looking up from his partially empty blizzard cup. Hungry bastard.

"I love you," I wink.

He just rolls his eyes and chuckles, "you're so fuckin' cheesy, you know that, y/n?" He smiles, leaning his elbows on the cold table. "But I love you too".

I laugh and I was about to say something but I feel a light tap on my shoulder, so I turn and look at the culprit.

"..Jackson?" I say quietly, not meaning for anyone to hear.

"Hey, y/n! It's so good to see y-" Jackson begins but gets cut off my Wesley.

"You know him, babe?" He asks, with a hint of irritation with his jaw slightly clenching. He glares up at Jackson, then back to me.

"Y-yeah, just an old friend," I stutter, trying to put out a fake smile; but failing miserably.

"An old friend?" Jackson laughs loudly, placing his large hand on my shoulder. "Have you forgotten what we used to have, y/n?" He asks, his voice deepening.

I try to get words out but nothing escapes. I glance over at Wesley and he looks like he's about to pounce at Jackson at any second.

"..or should I say," he almost whispers while leaning closer to my ear, but says loud enough for Wes to hear. "What we might still have?"

"I-" I start but was interrupted by the sound of Wesley storming away from the table and back around the small building to his car.

"What the fuck, Jackson!" I practically scream, turning a few heads.

"What's wrong baby?" He smirks. Oh boy, I've had enough.

My hand comes in contact with his cheek with so much force that I can kind of see a red print forming. He just stands there, staring at me in shock mixed with anger.

"If you haven't realized, I have a boyfriend. One that won't hurt me like you did," I growl lowly. "I've moved on. And you need to, also".

With that, I pick up both Wes and I's blizzards and walk to His car. He was inside with his head leaning back in his seat, eyes closed.

I open the car door, causing him to open his eyes and immediately start the car. I hop in and put the ice cream in the two cup holders in the middle compartment.

"Wesley," I sigh.

No answer.

"Wes-" I say again, but I'm cut off once again.

"What, y/n?" He says in a low, but angry tone.

"Wait, what did I do?" I ask slightly angered, turning in my seat to face him completely.

"Y/n, can I ask you a question?" He asks in a surprisingly calm tone while staring blankly out the front of the car.

Without giving me a chance to answer, he asks "Why me?"

I'm genuinely confused. Was our relationship torture or something?

"What do you mean, Wesley?" I ask lightly.

"I mean, why do you even talk to me?" He leans his head back again, closing his eyes, before opening them back up and turning his head to me. "There's so many other guys out there, so why me?"

I almost scoff in surprise but I decide to hold it back. "Wesley, is this a joke?" I ask, rhetorically. "I fucking love you, and I don't want anyone else. We've been together for two years, Wesley. The best two years of my life, actually. Why would I throw away something this pure? This gold? I only want you, Wes. I only need you," I finish, not realizing that both Wes and I are now in tears.

"I'm sorry," his voice cracks as he grabs both sides of my face and crashes our lips together, engulfing me in a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you, please never leave me".

"I would never," I smile through my now streaming tears.

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I was feeling a little edgy today so I wrote some sad ass stuff haha;)

not really that sad but hey I'm trying over here.

So um like I hate myself because I keep making up excuses but I won't be posting another imagine tonight, but tomorrow sometime throughout the day. READ MY LAST UPDATE AMD TELL ME WHICH ONE TO WRITE AND POST PLEASE!!

hope you all liked this one:)

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