posting this as promised >:))
fair warning. this is meant to take place like. in the middle of a much longer story so it may seem kind of wonky,, but i did try to explain as much as i could:))
((i'll be posting the *incomplete* map i made to help visualize the setting a bit))
st☆rgazing ... wyatt lykensen x reader
word count: 926, warnings: none :)
"The bridge tonight." The words repeated themselves in your head. His note seemed so out of the blue, especially with everything going on, and you had so many questions.
There was a loose plank in the fence around Zombietown that led into the Forbidden Forest. You and Zoey would take Zander on walks through there, usually staying close to the fence, though.
Every step you take places you further into the dark forest. The excitement's growing inside you, you couldn't really deny your developing feelings for Wyatt. Although, you were also becoming more and more afraid. Afraid of what Wyatt wants, why specifically in the Forest, the fact that every tree looks the same in the dark,
What could he want with me? At night, in the dark, this deep in the Forbidden Forest?
After just a few minutes of walking however, you manage to reach the fence you were looking for. You slip through the chain-link fence where it had been worn down and torn apart. Not much farther ahead is the bridge over the Wide Creek. It seems almost inviting as the sight of it contrasts from the rest of the forest. The trees part over the creek, allowing moonlight to shine through. The light makes the water look as if it's glowing, and the brown wood of the bridge looks like something from a book, simple in design, stained different colors over time, gnawed by animals.
You walk over to the bridge and put a hand on the wooden rail. "Wyatt?" you call out, looking across the bridge. Nothing stands out in the confusion of foliage and shadows. "Wyatt?" you try again. "Wyatt," you step onto the bridge, "are you out there?"
"Not out there," a voice startles you from behind, "but I am behind you." He looks smug, proud of himself for spooking you.
"Wyatt! Jeez, how long have you been out here?"
"Not long," he steps forward, closing the distance between you two. You stumble backwards, just a step, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. "You ready?"
You can feel your face heat up, "For what?"
"You trust me?" he asks, his head tilted down, looking up at you.
You stare almost blankly into his eyes, considering it for a moment. He seems so eager, not a hint of malice. You nod slowly and whisper, "Yeah."
He gives you a wide, childlike grin and steps past you. "Then come on," he smiles, holding a hand out to you.
You take his hand, returning his smile, and he begins to run deeper into the Forest, pulling you along. You weave through trees and jump over shrubs, staggering along behind him. The rush makes you feel carefree, the feeling fills you and you laugh.
Soon, the trees grow more and more sparse, until you're running through a field and, eventually, up a hill.
"Where are we going?!" you ask with a laugh.
"Just wait!" he calls back to you, "You'll see!"
The two of you trudge up the hill, hands interlocked the whole way. Once you reach the top, you stumble and crash onto the grass laughing, finally releasing Wyatt's hand. He immediately misses your touch, although he'd never tell you. You roll around and catch your breath. Wyatt sits beside you to your left, stretching his legs out in front of himself.
"So," you start, "what are we doing up here?" You sit up and look at him expectantly.
"Well, you mentioned once that you'd always wanted to go stargazing," then you understood, "then I remembered how some of the other wolves and I used to come up here growing up and stuff," he trails off.
"You really remembered that?" You feel warm, and very honestly surprised he cared enough to do something like this with you, especially since it was just said in passing.
"Well, I just wanted to do something nice, you know? As a thank you."
Now he's lost you, "Thank you for what?"
"For caring, about Werewolves, I mean," he shifts his gaze to the ground in front of him, "Not many people do, or ever really have."
"You shouldn't have to thank me for that," you smile. "But this is really nice, so thank you, too." He looks back into your eyes, and neither of you notice, but he's started leaning into you.
"Anytime," he says, barely above a whisper. You grin, and look up at the stars. Wyatt does the same.
"Is that a constellation?"
"Where?"
You point and lean into Wyatt, "There! See, I think it might be Andromeda," you say brightly. "Although, it has been a while since I've brushed up on my constellations," you chuckle as you drop your arm to your lap.
"Yeah, I think it is," he responds.
You sigh fondly, "The stars are so beautiful, aren't they? They're so mesmerizing, sort of elegant."
Wyatt turns to you, "Absolutely." Now you turn to him. You look away as fast you'd seemed to lean in. Wyatt doesn't move as you begin to fiddle with some blades of grass.
"Thanks again for this," you break the silence softly, never looking away from the grass in between your fingers.
Wyatt finally shifts his gaze to the sky, "We should do things like this more often, me and you."
"Me and you."
You hum in agreement. Then, smiling to yourself, you lean back on your hands and look up at the stars. "I think so, too."
Together.
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