IT imagines (cast + losers)

🤡 > wyatt x reader

"Don't forget the milk!" My mom yells as I slip on my vans.

"I won't!" I shout back. I pull on a baggy flannel jacket and swing the door open, also making sure my money is safely secured in my pocket.

"Alright. Love you!"

"Love you, too!" I close the door. I take a deep breath in. The air is sharp and crisp; refreshing. It is mid-December but no snow has fallen yet, and it might have been cold if there had been any wind. The sky is a dim grey, but not grey enough to affect my mood.

I feel... bouncy. That's the only word I can think of to describe it. The store is only about a 10 minute walk from my house, so I put my phone in my pocket and play some low music.

I strut down the street, passing some people, smiling at all of them. I grab one of the poles in the middle of the sidewalk (the ones my mom always complains about being right in the centre of the walkway), and swing around it.

As I continue to skip along on my merry way, singing along to Buddy Holly by Weezer, I catch eyes with a boy on the opposite side of the street.

The boy is, I'm guessing from the distance between us, roughly 5-6 inches taller than me. He is wearing a green, striped, long sleeve shirt and jeans. He has amazingly curly hair which makes me think of ramen. He is looking at me, probably because of my overtly cheery manner.

We lock eyes, and I smile and wave. The boy is surprised and keeps his eyes on me. Then, I almost warn him in time, but he walks straight into one of the poles. I gasp, and, after looking both ways, run across the street to him. I'm laughing a little when I get there.

"Oh, god, are you alright?" I ask and put my hand on his right arm while his other holds his head.

"Yeah. Thanks, I'm fine. Jesus, who put this pole here?" He chuckles. I laugh, too.

We talk for a few minutes as he walks with me to the store. When we get back, we find out he lives only three houses down from me. I get his snap and see him off.

"The name's Wyatt, by the way." He smiles.

"Y/n." I smile back and extend my hand, which he shakes.

As he is walking down his driveway, he looks back and waves at me with a cute grin on his face.

While he isn't looking where he is going, he trips on a jagged part in the asphalt. He catches himself, and I have to cover my face with my hands to not laugh loudly at the poor boy. He sees this and covers his face and runs inside. I utter a last chuckle at him, and walk back to my house.

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~ two years later ~

"That? That's when you knew?" Wyatt asks incredulously.

"Mhmm." I mumble, grinning while sipping my hot cocoa. I bring my hand up and play with a couple loose curls hanging down in front of his face.

"Wow. That's the moment you know you liked me. Well, I hope the moment you knew you loved me is a heck of a lot more romantic than that." He says, taking my hand away from his head and holding it in his own.

I laugh and lean in to kiss him. We share a sweet, tender kiss that lasts a few seconds before he pulls away briefly, his hand on my cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby." He smiles. I hum and kiss him again. Dear god, I love this boy.