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౨ৎ —  wes bennett x fem!glasses!reader  ♡  0.5k

the rain was relentless, sticking to your skin and frizzing your hair in a remarkably short amount of time. not only did you now look absolutely ridiculous, you also couldn’t see.

great.

the rain had decorated your glasses with blobs that obscured your vision. 

why were you even out here?

oh, right.

wes.

he’d promised to meet you here. he didn’t preface why in his very cryptic text message, but you settled with the assumption that it was some ridiculous reason.

“hey!” you heard a familiar voice call.

 there he was, the man of the (very late) hour, jogging up to you on the sidewalk.

“took you long enough.” you muttered, trying to wipe the rain from your glasses. it only served to make it worse, smearing over the lenses and transforming the previously handsome vision of wes into a blurry spot.

“sorry.” he chuckled softly, a sound that always made your heart skip a beat or three. 

god, as irritating as he could be, wes had a way of igniting butterflies in your stomach. or maybe it was cardiac arrest. either way, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks in a way that didn’t feel like everyone was staring at you in middle school while the teacher lectured you.

sorry. projecting. anyway.

wes was taller than you. this was a known fact, and you were constantly reminded of it whenever he stepped closer to you. like he was doing right now. 

your brows furrowed. he had a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher, no matter how long you spent staring at his dark eyes. they say the eyes are the window to the soul, but right now, it looked like the blinds were drawn.

his hand cupped your cheek. you were stupid to think this was a lovey-dovey gesture, like the last scene in bridget jones’s diary, because once your guard was down, he took your glasses from you. plucked them straight off your pretty face.

“hey!” you protested, but quickly shut up when you saw what he was doing.

wiping your glasses, very carefully, on the fabric of his shirt. the one you’d bought him a few weeks back. 

your eyes were on your frames—it’s not your fault, they were expensive—but wes’ eyes were on you. 

“i’m not all bad.” he murmured, sliding your glasses back onto your face with impressive accuracy. both hands cupped your face this time, warm, safe.

he smiled that soft, lopsided grin of his that made your stomach do a sort of loopy thing, almost like you were on a rollercoaster. 

he leaned in. you could smell his cologne—something distinctly him. something you found yourself thinking about late at night when you can’t sleep. you were so thankful wes had a good sense of personal hygiene. 

it may seem like common knowledge, but for some boys on campus, it apparently was not.

wes’ lips brushed yours gently. it was soft at first. it always was with him. 

“sorry for making you wait.” he muttered softly. you couldn’t help but smile, standing on your tiptoes to meet his lips. 

parings: wes bennett x fem!reader.

warnings: contains spoilers of nothing like the movies.

status: not requested

a/n: set in the party scene where wes and liz meet again, but i changed some things. reader is going to have the surname “buxbaum” for the sake of the nicknames used in the book, but it will not affect anything else. the ending is awful, so never mind that. again, not proofread cause i cannot stand my own writing.

wesley bennett had the audacity to break up with you over the phone right on new year's eve. who even does that?! did all your time together not matter to him? how were you so easily discarded?

whatever the answer to those question was, did not matter. was bennett was in the past. you now attended ucla; your dream college, where you got to study all things related to everything you loved. you had found a group of amazing friends who you shared a quite enormous house with. life couldn’t be better. your ex-boyfriend was in the past, right?

turns out he wasn’t—not one bit. out of all the thousands of ucla students that could have got tickets to attend the party your roommates were organising, it had to be him. wes bennett was in your house. how dare he? how dare he attend a party hosted by your roommates while looking so damn good?

his smile was the exact same, as he laughed with wade and the other blond guy. you’d almost forgotten how tall he was—or maybe you hadn’t— but he looked even bigger now. his broad shoulders and wide chest made him look more professional than the playful boy you had once known. how was he still so beautiful? he had no right to do so, and you hated him for it.

you went outside to get some air, and lo and behold—once again— he was there. quite the funny game the universe was playing on you, wasn’t it? He was standing next to wade, apparently, a friend you both of you shared, and someone who claimed to be head-over-heels in love with your friend campbell.

wes’ breath hitched as he locked eyes with you for just a moment. you looked different, but in a good way. in a great way, actually. you were more gorgeous than he remembered, being next to you was simultaneously a breath of fresh air, and something that took the air out of his lungs.

“hey, buxbaum.” wow, what a great way to start a conversation with his ex. but honestly, what else was he supposed to say? he couldn’t just scream ‘i love you’— as much as he wanted to do it, this probably wasn’t the right time.

“wes, oh my god.” your words struggled to come together and form a proper sentence, which just caused him to smirk. the temptation to tease you was just right there, too big for him to hold himself back.

“don’t sound so surprised…” his hands reached into his pockets, nodding at your deadpan look. “are you here visiting someone?” you asked, hoping the answer would be a yes— but no, things weren’t on your side tonight.

“no, i study here now, actually,” wes replied, “back on the team and everything.” the look on your face was everything, the way your perfect eyebrows rose up as you let his reply sink in. yeah, back to playing baseball, he could hardly believe it himself.

“oh, uhm, well, that’s— that’s great, wes.” you gave him your best forced smile, and it was very easy for him to realise you weren’t truly happy. the conversation went quiet, akward, for a few seconds, and what came after wasn’t really amazing either.

talking to you, was like talking to a stranger. asking the same, empty questions you would ask that kid from highschool you never really liked, who you bumped into at the grocery store years after graduation. ‘how’s your mom?’, ‘how’s your sister?’

“i’ll uhm… see you around?” you awkwardly asked him, not bearing to be in his presence for one more second. the distance almost hurt wes. but that didn’t matter, right? he had you within his reach now. he’d done the whole ‘befriending and then dating you, despite hating each other for years’ thing once, he could certainly do it again, right?

“see you around, buxbaum.” he winked, and turned away. something was wrong with him, for sure. a wink? was that the best he could do? wes wanted to mentally slap himself. but he refrained; small steps, right? small steps.