it imagines.

wyatt

wyatt imagine because he's a doll
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"c'mon, wyatt, you've gotta hurry."

he scrambled out of the window, attempting to be silent; emphasis on attempt. while climbing out, he accidentally knocked over his piggy bank. i gasped and covered my mouth with my hand, and he looked at me nervously. briskly, he stood up and shut the window.

he grabbed my wrist and tugged on it, signaling for me to follow him. curious, i followed a few footsteps behind him. we walked for about five minutes in the pale moonlight before i got tired of walking. once we were well away from his house, i jumped onto his back, giggling.

he stumbled but didn't fall, gripping my thighs tightly. i heard him murmuring something under his breath.

"wy, did you say something?"
-"nope, just talking to myself."
"how far away is this place anyways?"

he huffed, obviously annoyed with all the questions. i settled back into silence and rested my head on his shoulder. i shut my eyes and matched my breathing with wy's.

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"hey, y/n, wake up. we're here."

i blinked open my eyes and yawned. "where are we?" i mumbled, getting off wyatt's back. he just grinned and started up a set of stairs. i followed him, drowsily singing santa monica & la brea by blackbear. i tripped quite a few times, and wy waited for me every single time.

eventually, after about four flights of stairs, we walked out onto a roof. wyatt walked over, very obviously excited. "y/n, what do you think?"

i scoffed, "wy, this is a roof for an old abandoned factory. it's cool and all, but what are we supposed to do?" he rolled his eyes and walked over to me, tugging my wrist again. he took me to the highest point and laid down, wanting me to join him.

"ok, fine. i'll lay with you on your weird roof."

i laid really close to him, and gazed up at the sky. it was extremely dark, and there were barely any visible stars. to me, at least. wyatt seemed super into it, though.

he moved closer to me, and my breathing hitched. i felt his hand slowly feeling around until it found mine. we interlocked our fingers, and i thought he could hear my heart beating from out of my chest. he could.

he chuckled lightly. "y/n, i can hear your heart from here. you don't need to be so nervous." he turned onto his side so he was facing me without letting go of my hand.

"y'know, y/n, your hand is a great size. it fits in mine perfectly." he murmured, blushing bright red. i turned to face him as well, and looked deep into his eyes. the moonlight reflected off of them, which was breathtaking.

"oh my god, noodle boy, cut it with the stupid pickup lines and fucking love me already."

i scooted closer to him and closed my eyes, nuzzling into his chest. i felt him run his hands over every single inch of my body, before letting them rest on the back of my upper thighs. he kissed my forehead and held me even closer to him.

"fucking finally, noodle boy," i whispered, before drifting off to sleep.