#bttm

but i'd marry you

with PAPER RINGS!

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. 

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"And when my eyes are closed, I see you for what you truly are... which is UGLY!" you toss the line out, eyes glancing at him and back to the screen.

Your boyfriend turns to look at you, unimpressed, but fully amused. “That felt targeted,” he says, brow raised.

You keep your eyes on the movie, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, well. Take a hint.”

A laugh leaves your mouth as the scene plays out in front, and you readjust the blanket covering both of you, tugging it higher over your legs.

His gaze lingers on you, eyes warm and unreadable. “I don’t know why I even bother,” he says eventually.

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