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Friends- Wyatt Oleff

Because I love Ramen Noodle Lookin Ass, he is a smol, and should be protected. As you can tell by the title this is inspired by the song "Friends" by Chase Atlantic (I love how their music is so angsty omf). Song above. I know it literally talks about him not caring if he's with with her or not, but for the sake of  all the fluff included in this imagine, it's going to have a happy ending :).

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, abuse scene, language, fluff, angst, and violence (all my favorite things to read in an imagine rolled into one.
(Set when older, cause their in high school, lets say around 15-16, not smutty or any shit, just decided they should be aged up.)

          Wyatt slammed his locker closed, wishing for the school day to be over. He glanced over, there she was, Y/N L/N, his old best friend. She leaned against the lockers, also looking bummed out, as her group of friends gossiped around her.

         'What does she see in him?'Wyatt thought as he eyed the tall, jock, and not to mention, bastard, who called her his. He saw he eyes shift from the floor, as she looked annoyed at her friend Andy (if this is your name, feel free to change it cause this Andy of irrelevant.)
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop herself from blowing up. Her gaze shifted from Andy to Wyatt. The two made eye contact, and she smiled ever so slightly, making butterflies erupt in the noodle- haired boys stomach.

        A hand slammed against the lockers beside her head, just inches from hitting her face. Y/N looked petrified, as she stared into the angry eyes of her boyfriend, whom she started to no longer live because of his recent abusive behavior.

        "You look at me when I'm fucking talking to you." The jock growled, "Ok?!" He shouted her face. Y/N nodded vigorously. His hand left the lockers, and he caressed her cheek, making her shiver, before walking off. Y/N's friends bid her goodbye, in shock of what her douchebag boyfriend had just done.

       Y/N slid her back down the lockers, her face tear stained, and she sobbed hysterically. Wyatt found himself walking in her direction. He sat beside her, and she scooted away from him, and shook with fear. She was afraid. He slowly, gently brought his hand up to her face to wipe her tears, and she flinched away. He sighed, and leaned his head against the lockers.

      "You shouldn't let him hurt you, you're better than that." He whispered. "Am I?" She whispered bitterly. "I- I can't l-leave him Wyatt, I'm a-afraid of what he'll d-do." Wyatt nodded, although that was still dangerous. "Look, I gotta go to 6th period, thanks for talking with me, see ya around Wyatt." Y/N said, standing up wiping her eyes. She fast walked towards her next class, and Wyatt watched as she disappeared into the crowd of students waiting to get into their classrooms.
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        It was nearly the end of the school day when Y/N walked down the hallway, stopping when she saw a group of people surrounding a group of lockers, chanting, "Fight! Fight!" Curiosity got the better of her, and she pushed through the crowd of students around the lockers. She gasped, her boyfriend, was holding Wyatt by the collar of his shirt, and Wyatt was bruised.

       Y/N pushed through the crowd, "B/N, stop it!" (B/N means boyfriend name). B/N did not listen and continued to pummel Wyatt. "B/N STOP IT!" B/N still continued to ignore her. That was it.

         Y/N grabbed B/N and punched him straight in the nose, the crowd of children gasped as an audible CRUNCH! was heard. "I told you to fucking stop, and you didn't listen," Y/N growled, shoving B/N to the ground, "We're through cocksucker." She grabbed Wyatt's  hand and ran out of the school building.

      Once a safe distance from the school, they stopped. Y/N turned to Wyatt, looking at the several bruises on his face. She moved toward him, cupping his cheek, and moving his curls to find more bruises. She shook her head, "I should've got there sooner." Wyatt shook his head, "Not your fault." He croaked out.

      Suddenly, the two realized their finger were still intertwined and they didn't seem to really care. "You should probably get out of here before he finds you." Wyatt said, and Y/AN nodded. Slowly their hands separated, and once again Wyatt found himself staring at her as she walked away.
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(Bout to get fucking graphic, trigger warning, abuse. Just skip to the next set of '*'.)

        Y/N ran as fast as she could. 'Godammit, how did he find me so fast?!' She thought as B/N chased her. "You're gonna get it bitch!" He yelled.

       B/N tackled Y/N to the ground, and began beating her senseless. Her slapped, and punched her. Eventually resorting to wrapping his hands tight around her throat, blocking her airways. Y/N wheezed, trying to suck in oxygen, but was unsuccessful. She moved her hands, and tried to pry B/N's hands from her throat.

      Y/N's vision began to blur, and black spots clouded her vision. The constriction of her throat stopped, someone had thrown B/N off of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she blacked out.

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       Y/N woke up with a start. She glanced around the room, seeing that she was in a hospital. "Woah, woah, take it easy." A man, who Y/N presumed was the doctor said. "What happened?" She asked. The doctor explained how she had nearly been beaten to death by her ex boyfriend, and how Wyatt had come to her rescue.

       "You have a couple broken ribs, a broken nose, you have 12 stitches in your right cheek, and your wrist is sprained." Y/N nodded. There was a knock on the door, a woman peered in, "Miss L/N, you have a visitor, Wyatt Oleff?" Y/an nodded, telling her to let him in. The doctor left the room so Y/N and Wyatt could talk alone.

      Wyatt rushed to Y/N's side, tears already forming in his eyes, "Oh Y/N, I thought I lost you. You were out cold, and I-" Y/N silenced him. "I'm okay, you saved me, he nearly beat me to death." Y/N took Wyatts hand in her own, "And I am forever grateful for that." Wyatt smiled. "I love you." Y/N whispered hoarsely. "I love you too." Wyatt said. "If I want so hurt, I'd kiss you right now." Y/N laughed. "Well, then you better heal up, cause it's your token of gratitude." Wyatt joked.