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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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I think... She likes Me?

Pairing: College!Willard Hewitt x College!fem!reader

Characters: Willard Hewitt, College!fem!reader, Rusty Rodriguez, Ariel Moore, Ren McCormick, Woody (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Shenanigans, the girls teaming up for Team Willard, the different teasing from the boys and girls, Willard is a sweeheart, mean librarian, Ren gets what he deserves, Willard pulling out all the stops to impress, dancing, Ren tries to help his pal, worried Willard, Rusty and reader being roomies, Willard and Ren being roomies, no one has privacy with this gang around, Willard using Ren’s car so he can save up for his dream car (TGM Bronco), Rusty and Willard felt they were better as friends, the hat being stolen and never returned, Reader makes Willard nervous

Word Count: 3,063

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“You alright?” Ren asks his friend.

Willard doesn’t respond.

“I think he’s broken,” Ariel whispers into her boyfriend’s ear, knowing that the country boy would start some sort of witty banter, but he doesn’t this time and it concerns her.

“Nah,” Rusty disagrees, setting her bag onto the table before sitting down. “The girl who sits beside him is finally partnered up with him.”

“Oh,” Ren says, as if he understands. “I don’t get it.”

Ariel shakes her head. “Remember the girl he was talking about, the one who helped him out at the welcoming party for the freshman.”

Her boyfriend nods, she can tell he kind of understands what she’s saying but isn’t fully there. “She told those boys to back off when we walked over to see what was happening.”

“Oh, the little spitfire who made sure Willie boy was okay while we were forgotten.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“So,” he turns back towards Willard. “You gonna ask her out?”

The young man who can’t seem to cut a loss with his hat, gasps. “I couldn’t- I won’t- I don’t think she likes me like that?”

“You may think that now,” Rusty starts. “But I know for a fact that she does.”

“You’re lying.”

She scoffs, “how dare you think I would lie about something so serious.”

He whines and slumps over, forehead resting against the cold wood of the tabletop.

You walk out from behind the isle, smiling when you realize who it is at the table. You take a few steps until your behind Rusty’s chair. “Uh- hi.”

The three turn towards you, the couple with looks of shock present on their faces and the girl who invited you here has the widest smile on her face. “Come on over and take a seat. Here,” she stands out of the chair and gestures for you to sit.

You shake our head. “Oh, I couldn’t take your seat.”

“I insist.”

“But-”

She grabs you by the shoulders and forces you into the chair. “There we go.”

You tilt your head, a slight pout tugging the corner of your lips downward. “Where are you gonna sit?”

Willard just about died there as he doesn’t remove his gaze from you. How can you be so sweet and thoughtful?

Ren kicks him under the table.

He leans down, rubbing his calf as he glares at his friend- or former friend, depending how mean his said friend decides to be.

The one from Boston nudges his head in your direction.

He shakes his head.

Ren purses his lips.

Willard stares at his friend, mentally sending him threats while simultaneously praying that his friend doesn’t embarrass him.

The brunette smiles, grabbing another chair from an unoccupied table, setting it besides her friend. “There, that’s better.”

“I feel like I’m overcrowding your group. I should leave.” You scoot the chair back, getting ready to stand up when he stops you, his hand resting on your forearm.

“Don’t leave. You’re not bothering anyone, and you certainly aren’t crowding us. I could us someone else to talk to,” he jabs his thumb in Ren’s direction. “He ain’t always good with conversations.”

“Hey!”

Willard turns back towards his friend with an innocent smile on his face. The boy doesn’t take his eyes off you as you cover your mouth to hide your amusement. He knows that’s one of the sounds he wants to hear from you again.

Ren shakes his head, turning towards Ariel, who just smiles at him.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“I’m not giving you any look.”

He hums, “mmhmm, sure.”

“Is there something on my face?”

He hums, hardly paying attention to anything you’re saying.

“I asked if there’s something on my face. You keep staring.”

He slowly removes his hand from your arm and keeps his eyes on the desk after he turns and pretends to work on his homework. He doesn’t realize it but now you feel bad.

Did you say something wrong? Or maybe- you take a moment to study his body language to see if he’s uncomfortable so you can apologize if that’s the case. But the longer you stare, the more you notice.

The way he’s picking at his fingers, his head down so his hat covers his face but not all of it because you can see his flushed cheeks, the same scarlet red that happened during the freshman party.

‘Oh. Ohh.’ You subconsciously bite your bottom lip to suppress your joy.

Had you known he liked you, you definitely would have figured out how to spend more time with him and get him to stop being so quiet. You’ve seen him with his friends around school and he sure as hell ain’t a shy guy.

“Moving on,” you tell yourself. “Do you want to get started on the-”

He can’t take the kicking or Rusty’s note any longer. He turns to face you once more. “Do you like to dance?”

You’re mouth opening and closing as your brain tries to understand what was said to you.

“I think she’s the one that’s broken now,” Ariel whispers to Rusty.

“Uh- dancing?”

He nods, “or we could do something else-”

You tilt your head, “are you asking me out right now? Because not even two seconds ago you were as flushed as a lobster. I definitely wanna go on a date with you, don’t think I don’t because I do. I’m just wondering where this,” you wave your hand around in front of him, “came from.”

“He just needed a little kick is all,” Ren chimes in with a smirk directed towards his friend.

All of a sudden, the one from Boston falls backwards in his chair.

Ariel is quick to check him over and help him up with Rusty’s assistance.

You through your head back and laugh as you clap your hands before realizing that one, you’re in the library and two, the librarian is the meanest woman ever and has no problem banning people even if they need to check out a book for a project.

You turn towards Willard who has the same look as you. You grab your bag and wait till he’s done shoving everything into his bag. Once he’s on his feet you grab his hand and run out.

After you two catch your breath, you turn around and stare up at the building.

“How bad do you think it is?” He asks you.

“Very but, luckily for us she didn’t see us and we’re in the clear.”

He feels his arm swinging back and forth, finding it strange he glances down and sees you’re still holding his hand. “Hey.”

You turn around to face him.

“You never answered my question about dancing.”

“I didn’t?” You ask, knowing full well you didn’t.

He squints, he knows the actions one takes when avoiding the “You want to dance?” question. He deems himself an expert in that and knows the perfect first date. “You know you didn’t.”

You pout. ‘Damn. He knows.’ “But, I think you’re gonna have a lot of fun on our date.”

“Date? When did you ask me out?” He furrows his brows, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, -I”

“I mean, I’m not saying no. I’m just asking.”

“Oh.” That certainly perked him up. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

He narrows his eyes at you, pretending not to like what you’re doing. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Now that you’ve officially asked me, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to check my calendar and- oh yes. I am free, every day after six. Isn’t that convenient?”

“Very convenient. Is it too soon to ask if I can come by your dorm tonight and take you out?”

You take a step closer, less than foot between you two. “I’d think that be nice. Just know you have your hands full with me, handsome.” You peck his cheek and steal his hat before walking away.

He nervously chuckles until he realizes what you did. “Hey!”

You turn around, a mischievous smile dancing across your lips.

“Gimme my hat back!”

You shake your head, “it gives you more of a reason to stop by.”

“Oh, come on!” He sighs, watching you turn the corner. He starts patting hair down. “I’ve got hat hair,” he mumbles.

You almost bump into Rusty, who smacks your shoulder. You reach for your injured arm and rub the sore spot. “You’re so mean.”

“That is what you get for almost getting us banned from the library.”

“Yeah, well… that’s your problem.”

She shakes her head, “I see things went well.”

“It did. I still didn’t believe you even after I sat down.”

“That boy has had heart eyes for you since the second he stared at your shoes.”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Did it- nevermind, looks like it did.”

“Wait- you two knew about this?” Ren asks, pointing between Rusty and Ariel.

“Yep. He needed a push,” Rusty adds.

“And I wasn’t told, why? I’m the guy’s best friend.”

All three of you coo at his confession.

“Knock it off. When did you plan this with these two?”

“Oh,” you try to think back to when this first started. “A couple of weeks after the freshman party.”

“That long?” His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Kind of. I have English and an elective with them two so when we had to do a group project, we got to know one another, and they put the pieces together.”

“Fine.” He cracks a smile. “So, when’s the date?”

You don’t want to tell them but you’re so excited, you can’t keep it to yourself any longer. “Tonight.”

The girls giggle and pull you in for a hug.

“Alright, alright. Break it up. Now you,” Ren points at you. “Don’t break his heart or else you’ll have me to deal with. Got it?”

“Crystal clear, sir.”

He sighs and walks away, “I’m dealing with a child.”

“You can’t focus on him. You’ve got a date to get ready for,” Rusty tells you.

“What time is it?”

“Almost four.”

“Oh my gosh. I’ll see you guys later.” You barrel past them and run towards your dorm.

Luckily you were able to get ready with twenty minutes to spare and rather than being on your phone you figured it would be a good idea to start working on writing down some ideas for your most recent project.

A knock on the door drags you out of your thoughts. Your brain is on overload and not properly functioning because you forgot about tonight, until you open the door.

He brightens up at the sight of you before he reads your expression. “Are you okay?”

You rub your left eye, trying to regain focus. “Yeah.” You’re racking your brain trying to figure out why he’s here and then it hits you. “Oh, shoot,” your eyes widen. “Give me two seconds and then we can go.” You run back to your desk, closing your textbooks and notebooks before reaching for your purse.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asks while you push him out the door.

“Yeah, why? Do I not look okay?”

He immediately shakes his head, “no, no. You- you look absolutely amazing. I just- you look tired, and I don’t want you to go out if you’re not feeling up to it.”

You suck in your lips to keep yourself from awing at his sweet behavior. “No,” you shake your head. “I’ve been wanting to go on this date for a while now and we’re doing this.”

You spin around, walking ahead of him.

He follows, tilting his head when he realizes what you said. “You’ve been waiting to go on a date with me?”

You can hear the teasing in his voice followed by his not so innocent teasing smile. “I didn’t say that.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”

“You’re wrong.”

He shrugs, “okay.”

The closer you two get to the parking lot, the more anxious he gets. “Fair warning, I’m borrowing Ren’s car while I save up for my future car.”

“That’s fine. As long as I can get in and out, I’m good.”

“Even if you couldn’t, I would give you a push.”

You give him a suspicious look, holding onto the door. “A push, huh?”

The smile falls from his face, “not- not- not like that.”

You pinch his chin between your index finger and thumb, “I know.” And you settle into the car.

He shakes his head and closes the before heading around the car. “You’re gonna be trouble for me, aren’t you?”

You chuckle, “it’s always the quiet ones, right?”

“Always the quiet ones,” he mumbles.

He parks the car. “Alright, we’re here.”

“Is this the part where you pretend, we’re on a date but you actually murder me because this place looks sketchy and like a perfect place to murder someone.”

“Clearly you need parental control on, so those thoughts don’t come to mind ever again.”

“You’re so mean.”

“Not mean if I’m caring about you.”

You don’t respond or look in his direction.

He smiles, pulling you with him leading you toward the empty room.

“Are we supposed to be in here?” You ask, finding it weird that the dancing hall is empty.

He shrugs. “I know someone, and they made sure this place was empty for us to use.”

“He says sounding more and more like a serial killer.”

He groans, “I’m not.”

“I know, I’m teasing and it’s certainly working.”

“Working?”

“You’re not as in your head as before.”

“You sneaky little minx.”

“Hey, hey,” you raise your hands, hiding the smile that tries to sneak its way onto your lips. “I’m just going with the flow here.”

“Yeah, well,” he clicks the button on the remote left on the table closest to the wall. “The flow is going to teach you to dance.”

You purse your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

He sighs, “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Ren’s advice.”

“No, no,” you snort. “Ple- ease,” a chuckle interrupts you. “Please use the advice. It’s great.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “I’d like to see you use your sarcasm and put it into your dancing skills.”

All amusement leaves your body after that. “You’re mean.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I... I don’t dance.”

“I know.”

“Well, if you know then why are we here?”

“I’m gonna get you those dancing shoes.”

“My boots are made for walkin’ and nothing else.”

“Keep it up and you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”

“That a promise?”

“Keep your clothes on, sweetheart. I know I'm irresistible.” He stands in front of you, holding his hand out.

“Can I politely decline?”

“Not today.”

“Damn.” You slap your hand onto his. “Don’t come crying to me if your feet are sore.”

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna whine to Ren about how the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen had me teach her how to dance.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls on campus.”

“Just you,” he spins you around, pulling you into his embrace, “sweetheart.”

You blink once, trying to wrap your head around what happened.

“That was new.”

“But fun?” he asks, his voice full of hope.

“No.”

“Are you-” he loosens his grip, “are you serious? We can-”

“I’m just joking,” you turn towards him while checking out his side profile.

“I swear I had fun.” You assure him for the millionth time tonight. Clearly you need to work on your teasing. “I just- I never thought the dancing life was for me but you, you certainly proved me wrong, and I hope that we can do more of that because you’ve started something.”

“Looks like I’m gonna have to take you on more dates in order to keep your dancing itch satisfied.”

“I’m quite sure I liked how you phrase that but yes.”

He smiles, stuffing his hands into his front pant pockets. “So...”

“Goodnight, Willard.” You unlock the door to your dorm room.

“Does this- does this mean we’re uh-” H scratches his neck (his head still bare since you’re not giving him his hat back, although he is not complaining). “We’re gonna go out again?”

“Willard?”

“Yeah?” He stares at you with those big puppy dog eyes of his.

“Would it be too early to ask you to be my boyfriend?”

“You stole my line.”

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Will.” You take a risk and kiss his cheek before rushing inside your room.

The corner of is lips tug upwards as he heads back to his and Ren’s room.

“Look at what the cat dragged,” his buddy teases him. “Is that a smile I see? What happened to “she doesn’t like me”?”

The southern boy scoffs, kicking off the boot he was taking off at his friend. “Hey! We agreed no shoes on the beds.”

“We also agreed we wouldn’t make fun of someone when they got back from their date.”

“So?”

“So what?”

Ren rolls his eyes, “how was the date?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“You two didn’t kiss so you can tell.”

“How would you know if I didn’t kiss- they were listening weren’t they?”

The one from Boston shrugs. “This is why I don’t want to tell you anything. Woody would be better than you guys.”

Ren’s silence speaks volumes.

“Seriously?”

“We were curious.”

He shakes his head, grabbing his things for him to be able to finish his nightly routine. “Can’t get any privacy around here.”

“How was it?” Ariel asks, tossing her textbooks off to the side.

You pretend to be casual and shrug, “eh.”

They raise one brow and give you a questioning look.

“We’re going out!”

They shriek and push themselves off the bed, pulling you into a jumping hug.

“Finally,” Rusty says, plopping back down onto her bed.

“Shut up.”

“Did you finally learn how to dance?” Ariel asks.

“How did you know I couldn’t dance?”

“It’s obvious, darlin’. You never want to whenever we go out.”

You mimic her answer while taking off your shoes and setting Willard’s hat on your desk. “Don’t you have a roommate to go back to?”

“Nope.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Enjoy your sweet dreams of Willard.”

You chuck your pillow at the two and they chuckle, doing what they were doing earlier.

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green-socks · 2 years ago

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Teenage Dream

Pairing: Willard Hewitt (2011 version) x f!reader

Summary: Moving back home turns out more exciting than you'd thought when you run into Willard, your crush from way back.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: rated M: car sex but not explicit, only mentioned. Aged up Willard so he's mid to late 20s in this!! They're at a bar but no one's actually drunk.

Notes: I don't know if anyone but me is into this but I just wanted to hear it for the boy. Give the boy a hand!! I love him so. Much love, as always, to @a-reader-and-a-writer for betaing and for putting up with my booty-calling ass at all times <3

If you've seen the video of Miles dancing to footloose while driving, that's 100% grown up Willard, just so you know.

Moving back to Bomont didn't feel nearly as bad as you once had thought it would. Getting out for a few years felt good, sure, and seeing more of the world even better. But now it just felt nice to return home and be closer to your family. Besides, your work allowed a remote position, so it didn't much matter where in the world you were as long as the job got done. And Bomont allegedly had great internet these days, so you figured why not.

Your friend Iris from school had also moved back two years ago, so you knew there was at least one good friend there waiting for you already. It would be nice to catch up with her and be closer again.

And what better way to catch up than go out to the closest bar (which was in the next town) where the clientele wasn't exclusively well over 55. It was a good bar. They had great cocktails and gave discounts to anyone who sang karaoke, so the people were generally in great spirits.

Around midnight, after a couple of drinks that provided an unnecessarily vivid throwback to your teenage years and a powerful duet of I Will Survive, you were on the hunt for some water.

Stumbling right into the solid chest of an actual tall drink of water wasn't on your mission plan but you were willing to roll with the punches. Only before you even had the chance to raise your head and see who the chest belonged to, the man happily shouted out your name.

"Wait– Willard?"

(It really shouldn't have surprised you that in this corner of the world you always had a chance of running into someone you knew.)

That face you recognized. That face hadn't changed basically at all in the nearly ten years that it had been since you last saw him. The rest of his body was what didn't compute. The Willard from school had been tall too, obviously, but also kind of lanky with long flailing limbs. The Willard in front of you now was huge, with broad, strong shoulders and biceps that– okay yeah you were staring. But seriously, that t-shirt had to be a size or two too small.

The man himself fortunately seemed oblivious to your gawking, and instead wrapped you in a quick but enthusiastic hug.

"Great to see you! I heard you were back but didn't expect to run into you just yet. What's it been, nearly ten years? Man, time flies," he prattled on, releasing you and looking you over as if he was cataloging if anything had changed.

"Good to see you too," you finally managed, looking up at him. "Yeah, I moved back just three days ago. But you never left, did you?"

"Hey, I went to college!" He pouted in mock offense. "But yeah, then I came straight back. Big cities freak me out." This time he pretends to shiver. "If I need to experience the wild world for a weekend I go stay with Rusty, but otherwise I'm good here."

"Oh, how is she doing? I haven't seen her in years either."

"She's doing great! She lives with her girlfriend Annie now, and they have a really cute dog," Willard said excitedly.

You knew that Rusty had a girlfriend through Iris who was the one in the loop for all gossip and followed everyone on social media, still keeping up with everything. You hadn't bothered with that so much, but it was still nice to hear these updates. You hadn't been that close with Willard or his gang, but you had some classes together and became friendly enough that way.

"How about you?" you asked. "You and Ren still going strong? Still do everything together?" You smiled a little teasingly because this one you already knew the answer to. You had heard that they had mostly taken over Ren's Uncle Wes's car shop, and apparently business was going so great people came there from out of town in search of better service.

"I accidentally put on his shirt tonight because our laundry keeps getting mixed up. Does that answer your question?" he deadpanned, making you laugh.

"That explains it. I thought your arms looked about ready to burst out of that shirt."

You immediately snapped your mouth shut, feeling embarrassed. Why would you point that out?? He brought up the shirt and your mind immediately went there again, but you didn't need to say it for crying out loud.

Thankfully Willard only laughed. "I know right? I don't understand how it keeps happening, it's not like we even have the same size most of the time. You should have seen one time I put on his sweatpants to run to the store, I thought I was gonna get arrested for public indecency or something!"

You choked a little bit on your water at that mental image.

"I'm sure the old ladies at the market were quite delighted," you chuckled.

Willard snorted. "Yeah, I got some looks alright, though I wasn't sure if they were into it or if they thought I needed Jesus."

The two of you continued catching up, moving farther to the edge of the dancefloor where you could talk without having to shout. You had no idea how much time had passed until Iris came to knock on your shoulder. After greeting Willard, she turned back to you, pulling you aside to talk a little more privately.

"How would you feel about me staying here in town for the night? We can totally head home together, but I have a chance to get laid if I stay here. Maybe you could get a ride with Willard?"

"You wanna go and have a sleepover with Alex?" you teased her. You knew Alex was her regular companion here, that she was kind of hoping would turn into something more, so you couldn't begrudge her.

"Could I?" she tried a half apologetic, half pleading smile. "You and Willard seem to be hitting it off." Her eyes were pointedly looking in the man's direction, who was still hovering a few feet behind you.

"Speaking of which. You didn't warn me he looks like that now!" you hissed. She was the one who was supposed to relay all the interesting knowledge to you!

"Well, I mean, he doesn't do anything for me. I didn't think it was important," she shrugged.

"But you know I was super into him in school, obviously he does it for me!"

"That was ages ago! I'm barely into people I liked two years ago let alone in school!"

"But it's Willard," you gesticulated broadly with your hands, hoping to emphasize the point.

"Alright, fine, I understand. But we're getting off track here." And with that Iris side-stepped you to talk to the man himself. "Hey Willard, could you take her home tonight? I'm staying in town, but I trust you to keep her safe," she smiled sweetly, playing all innocent.

You noted three things. One, she used the words take her home, and you were definitely going to kick her for that later. Two, Willard didn't even need to be buttered up, because of course he would help an old friend. And three, he honest to god puffed out his chest at Iris telling him he was trustworthy. Even tipped his hat, giving her his word that he'd take care of you.

Goodness gracious, you might not survive this night.

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble? And that you're good to drive?" you wanted to check.

"I've only had one beer tonight, I'm cool. And it's no trouble at all, I promise," he smiled.

With that, Iris took her leave, but not before giving you a hug, demanding you check in later, and threateningly muttering something about crushed testicles to Willard. He looked appropriately nauseated.

Clearing his throat a couple of times, Willard turned to you again. "Uh.. uhm, do you want to go home right now or, uh, do you wanna dance for a bit?"

"I could dance for a bit, yeah!" You were so proud of yourself for sounding totally cool and normal.

The dance floor was unfortunately packed because the night was at that point where everyone had had just the right amount of liquid courage to let loose.

But no one let loose like Willard.

You had never before danced with a guy, or anyone really, who was so willing to absolutely tear up the dance floor with no regard to how it looked. Of course, Willard looked fantastic – Ren was a great teacher after all – but more important was the fact that he was genuinely having fun with it.

It was infectious. Not just to you, but to the people around you as well, though it seemed Willard was unaware of the effect he had.

You were breathless with laughter, and sweaty as hell, but you didn't mind. That is until the song switched to something slower and sensual, and Willard held you so close you knew he could feel your sweat-soaked back. What had started as an overexaggerated "sexy" grind making you laugh wasn't that funny anymore. It had morphed from a joke into something actually hot, and you were breathless for a whole different reason.

Before you could get too in your head about it, the song changed again, this time to an upbeat rock song. You continued dancing, but the energy from before was gone and the crowd on the dancefloor was thinning, so you noticed another need taking over.

"I'm kind of hungry, would it be okay to leave now?" you asked, shouting up to Willard.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?"

You wanted a burger. So that's what Willard got you.

The night air felt exceptionally lovely after the sweaty bar. You ate your burgers on the bed of Willard's truck, because he was surprisingly strict about not getting a mess inside the car.

On the drive home, you talked more about what both of you had been up to in the last almost decade, while still jamming along to the radio. There was no stopping Willard.

"In college Ren dragged me to cheerleading tryouts. He had that gymnastics background and thought it would be fun, but, honestly, back then I thought that cheer was just for girls. I obviously don't think that anymore." He rolled his eyes – you did too. "Anyway, I got sucked into it. Now I coach two teams, so that's a lot of my free time spent with that. It's gotten pretty popular in Bomont lately!" he gushed.

"I don't doubt that, with you coaching," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" He glanced at you.

"You know, 'cause you're so likable. You're the kind of person who gets others excited too, and I'm sure you're a really great coach."

"Oh. Thanks."

Willard was trying to hide his smile, but there was no hiding that blush. You thought it looked adorable.

As the conversation went on, you moved from trading stories to light flirting and playful banter, the mood in the truck relaxed but cheerful. At one point you made Willard laugh so hard he had to pull over to an empty lot not too far from home to avoid crashing. After the last giggles subsided into quiet hiccups, you just continued talking. It took you nearly thirty minutes of conversation to realize that a) Willard never started the car again and you had just been standing still in that same spot where he pulled over, and b) you two had drifted closer to each other while talking, so much so that Willard's face was mere inches from yours.

Which made you realize your gaze kept dropping to his lips a whole lot. They just looked so.. kissable. You'd always thought so. His lips looked so soft and plump, his smiles so warm, that you desperately wanted to lean in and get a taste.

It was nearing two am but you were wide awake, nerves alight with excitement from Willard's proximity.

And unless you were much mistaken, his pupils were fairly dilated, looking at you just now.

"In my experience, if someone looks at your lips a lot it means they want to kiss you," Willard murmured quietly.

You couldn't even bother to pretend to be embarrassed about getting caught.

"Yeah, I think that's true," you breathed, looking into his eyes that were now boring into yours.

"Do you think it's true or is it true?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Yes, I want to kiss you."

"Oh thank god," Willard groaned and cupped your cheek, pulling you in the rest of the way.

2:24 am

"Should we stop? You said you don't want your truck to get messy," you panted.

"I've had a shift in priorities. I no longer give a shit about my truck," he murmured into your neck without even stopping the movement of his hips.

Your text to Iris at 2:59 am:

I may have just lived a teenage dream of mine and fucked Willard Hewitt in his truck. Now home ok. Talk tomorrow❤️

You fell asleep immediately, and let the responding reaction gifs and exclamation points be tomorrow's problem.

#willard hewitt #footloose 2011 #willard hewitt x reader #let's hear it for the boy #i accidentally wrote something #miles teller fic

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The Boy From Bomont

pairing: willard hewitt x fem!reader

warning: sexual harassment/assault, fighting

A/N: basically footloose 2011 in a different way.

Y/N’s POV

I don’t what it is about Bomont, it’s odd to me, we’re not allowed to listen to music including dancing. I’ve never been to a place like this or live in a place like this. My aunt, uncle, my cousins and I have to go to church, I’m not really a religious person but I’ll try to respect the church if I can.

I go to Bomont High School which their traditions at this school is nothing what my last school had. No school dances and no music allowed anywhere at this school.

I meet Ariel and Rusty in my ELA 3 class and Ariel reminds me of a girl who I went to school with, really rebellious, not a goody-goody I can tell, and has a boyfriend who looks like a college kid. Rusty is like me, not what Ariel is.

Rusty took me to the drive-in and everyone was really nice and really dirty minded, like my friends back home. I met Willard, he reminds me of a boy from my last high school. Really southern and really kinda has a good heart.

“What do want from the menu?” Woody told me.

I look at him about to speak but his girlfriend interrupted me.

“Leave that girl alone, so there’s a lot of good food on the menu, I suggest the hot dog.” She says.

I chuckle, “I think I’d like the hot dog with nothing on it.” I said to Claude.

Claude gives me the hot dog and says to Woody, “Now, I don’t want a fine, and you don’t want to get another ticket.”

“Wait, you got a ticket for dancing?” I asked Woody.

“He got two tickets for dancing, one more then you’re off the team!” Woody’s girlfriend said.

I get my stuff and go outside to see what’s going on, I hear music from the speakers.

“Holy.” I go to where Rusty and the rest of her friends are at.

Everyone continues to dance and I’m amazed by this, everyone hates the fact that dancing is against the law.

“Y/N, come on let’s dance.” Woody’s girlfriend says to me, leading me to the middle of the huge crowd of people dancing.

I start to dance and I get into it and I hear people cheering, I don’t know why for me or for another person. I continue dancing and noticing no one is dancing, just me. I got kinda nervous but I continue to dance. Ren starts dancing with me, I follow his lead, until I notice Ariel so I stop and faked a reason why I’m going to Rusty and the rest of her friends.

“Attention. Attention. Ariel Moore, will you please come to the front of the diner? Your daddy is here for you.” Claude says in a speaker.

Ariel leaves with her dad. “Daddy’s gon’ take her out to the woodshed.” Willard says.

“What does that mean?” I said looking at him.

“It means she’s in deep shit.”

What is wrong with the county?

I got to know Rusty friends a lot better, especially Willard, he told me about his personal life and what even happens at this county. I can’t stop looking in his eyes but I can’t help it. He seems like a sweet guy to me.

Ren gets in an invite to go to the speedway and Woody, Willard, Rusty, Woody’s girlfriend and I go to support Ren and I notice the gang, they are creepy to me. I get uncomfortable by approaching them and Willard notices me get uncomfortable so he holds my hand. The words I’m even hearing right now get me uncomfortable. I don’t want to be here.

“I love that lil dance you were doing last night. Noticed that you can swing your hips like, what are they called, a stripper.” Chuck says to me.

He’s friends giggle.

“Thank you, didn’t notice a maggot was looking at me being a pervert.” I said back.

He wants to kill by the way he’s looking at me.

“Now, how about you start dancing with this.” Chuck says to Ren getting in a tractor.

I hate this.

The race starts and I get nervous because some of Chuck’s gang get in three buses. I hope Ren survives this. My friends and I get up to where the flags are at.

“Go Ren!” We all say.

Ren is winning but we saw the most terrifying things I’ve ever seen. The buses tipped over and destroyed. Ren tries to stop and Woody and Willard goes out there to save him. Ren jumps out with Willard and Woody.

“Holy shit!” I say. Rusty laughs at my comment.

THE NEXT DAY

I get to the library to study for some things in some of my classes and I notice someone in the corner of my eye and it’s one of the guys from yesterday.

“Can I talk to ya.” He says.

I ignore him.

“Listen, yesterday was cool wasn’t?”

I stay silent.

“You’re actually kinda cute. Wanna somewhere more private?” He says.

“I don’t want to.” I said to him.

“Come on, a girl like you, might get a baby in her belly.” He says with a disgusting smirk on his face.

“I gotta go.” I get my things and try to leave but he stops me and tries to touch me.

“Let go of me you creep!” I struggle and kick his dick.

“Excuse me?” A librarian says.

I look at him and he takes me to the principal’s office.

AT THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE

“Now Ms. Y/L/N, why did you kick Rich?” Principal Roger says to me with the librarian and a cop in the room.

“Rich tried to touch me! And he, he wanted to rape me.” I said.

“Now Y/N, tell us the truth, what did he do to you to make you hit him.” Principal Roger says.

“What I just said.” I say looking in his eyes.

“Well he said that he was trying to help you with your homework.” He says to me.

“He’s lying!” I kinda yells.

“Now Y/N-“

“He told me that a girl like me can get pregnant!” I interrupt him.

“Then why did you kick him?” The librarian says.

I make a big sigh and say, “He sexually harassed me!”

“I know Rich won’t do that.” The cop says.

“Are you kidding me? Does anyone in this town understand about sexual harassment or assault?” I question.

“We do Y/N.” Principal Roger says.

Bullshit.

“Y/N, here’s your ISS slip and have a good day.” He says.

I take the slip out of his hand and look at it and look at him.

“You guys really don’t know what’s going on with women today don’t you?” I says and walk out of the office and went outside to get out of this hell hole.

“Y/N/N!” Ariel says to me but I ignore her.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” She comes close to me.

I look at her, “Had the worst god damn day of my life.” I say.

“You wanna talk about it?” She says.

“I prefer not to, you won’t believe me.” I walk away.

“What happened?” She yells at my direction.

“You won’t even care!” I yell back.

I get in my car to drive at some abandoned warehouse. I get out of my car and start to get out and then start to think on what just happened at school.

“HE ASSAULTED ME, HE TRIED TO TOUCH ME AND I GET DETENTION!” I yell.

“IM NOT A STRIPPER CHUCK, ASSHOLE!” I yell again.

I start to cry and I sit on the floor and bawled my eyes out. Why do people don’t take women seriously? I curl up in a ball and cry to myself. I hear some footsteps, I look where the noises are at and it’s Willard.

I whimper a bit.

“What’s wrong?” Willard said walking up to me.

“I got in school suspension.” I wipe my tears off my face.

“What happened?” He sits next to me.

“That guy yesterday, Rich, he tried to touch me and he, he told me I would look good pregnant, and when he was trying to touch me, I kicked him in the ball sack.” I look at him.

“And you got suspended?” He questions.

I nod.

“Y/N/N, I’m sorry that happened to you.” Willard says and hugs me, I hug him back, I cry again.

“Those guys are assholes.” Willard whispers in my ear.

I giggle. “They really are. Does this town even care about women’s rights at all?” I stop hugging him and look at him.

“Apparently not.” He says.

I look down at the ground and Willard makes me look at him. I look at him with teary eyes, he kisses me. I kiss him back. He’s the only guy I can trust to be around me including Ren and Woody.

We stop kissing and he gets my hair away from my face.

“I wanna go home.” I said.

“I’ll take you home Y/N/N.” He says.

“Really? I mean I can drive myself.” I said.

“No, I insisted Y/N/N.” He holds his hand out for me so he can help me back up on my feet.

He helps me up and I give him my car keys. I get in the passenger seat and Willard gets in the driver’s seat.

“You ready?” He says looking at me.

“Yeah.” I look at him.

He drives away from the abandoned warehouse, I can’t believe what happened today. He pulls up to my driveway but we stayed in my car for a few minutes.

“I have a question Willard.” I look at him.

“Yes Y/N/N?” He looks at me.

“Why aren’t we allowed to dance or play music whatsoever?” I ask.

“Um, Ariel’s brother, Bobby and some of his friends went partying, they were drinking and driving, and they got in a car accident on a bridge.” Willard told me.

“Is that why Ariel is the way she is now?” I ask.

“Yeah, she used to be a goody two shoes back when we were freshman and sophomore and now she’s a rebellious girl who goes to church.”

“I met that type of person and she’s my friend since elementary school and she reminds me of Ariel.” I said to him.

“And she’s the preacher’s daughter.” He says.

I can’t believe that I just heard that, I never knew about that but I remember seeing her at church but never got to meet her.

“And she hangs out with those creeps and the one who tried touching me?” I said.

“Yep.” He says.

“Willard, do you want me to drive you home?” I said.

“My house is three houses down, you know that Y/N/N.”

I never noticed whatsoever.

“Oh I forgot about that Willard.” I said.

“It’s okay.”

Willard and I get out of my car and I walk up to him, he gives me my car keys.

“Again thank you for driving me home Will.” I said looking up at him.

“You’re wel- Will?” He questions.

“Am I allowed to call you that? You can tell me if you don’t want me to call you that.” I say.

“It’s fine. It’s cute that you just said that Y/N.” He gets closer to me.

“I-I love you.” I said.

“I love you to.” He smirks.

We kiss again. I hear giggling and it’s my cousins watching us. I look at them kinda embarrassed. Willard laughs at them.

“Again thank you for driving me home Will.” I said to him.

“Once again, you’re welcome.” He smiles.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

“Hopefully all because of your stupid in school suspension dates.” He says.

“Don’t remind me.” I said walking to my car to get my book bag and the slip.

“See you tomorrow Y/N/N.” He says about to walk away.

“Hopefully Will.” I said back.

I show my aunt and uncle the slip and obviously they get angry but I tell them the full story and they agree with me but they want me to do the suspension days. I’ll do it but I don’t deserve to go to detention for what that asshole did to me.

I eventually showed and told Ariel the ISS slip and the whole story on what Rich did to me and Ariel confronted Chuck and Rich about it and Chuck beats her up. She tells her father and he slaps her because she’s not a virgin. When she came to my house, I call Rusty to come over and I patch her up. The three of us stayed up talking about my situation including Ariel’s as well but besides that, we talked for hours until we fell asleep on my bedroom floor.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Ren is teaching Willard to dance. Woody, Ren, his cousins, my cousins and I help Willard to dance and he kinda got the hang of dancing. He asks me to dance with him and I join him. Ren and Woody notice us kinda flirty.

“You guys! There’s children here.” Ren says.

“Oh we caught them kissing a while back.” Sarah, my cousin, says.

“She just exposed you two.” Ren laughing.

We kinda get embarrassed but sometimes we don’t even care what people think of us.

Ren and I keep on helping Willard to dance, he kinda got confused but then one day he danced like Ren. Ren and Willard practiced a dance a week or so and Will finally did it!

A few weeks later, the county including students from Bomont High School and parents went to the county courthouse to talk about why dancing isn’t a crime. I sit with Willard and my aunt, uncle and my cousins sit next to me. Ren talked on the bench and a few hours later, dancing isn’t against the law anymore! So the whole senior class goes to the abandoned warehouse that I went to, to cry my feeling out but this is about Bomont’s first dance. We get decorations up on anything that involves a wall.

THE NIGHT OF THE DANCE

I get my dressed for the dance I hear a knock on the door and it’s my aunt.

“You look beautiful Y/N/N.” She says tearing up.

“Thank you Y/A/N.” I hug her.

“Someone’s waiting for you.” Y/A/N smiles.

“Willard?” I smile.

“Yeah Y/N. He looks really cute.” She whispers in my ear.

I look down, I think she can tell I’m blushing.

“I’m going downstairs, don’t stay up here too long.” She says walking out of my room.

“I will.” I said.

I fix my hair and walked downstairs and see Willard. Looking like country boy. I can tell he looks so happy.

I approach him and he has a crossage in his hand, I believe that my uncle gave him that.

“You look beautiful.” Willard whispers in my ear.

“Thank you.” I say.

He puts the crossage on my wrist and it matches my dress.

“Now you two, have a fun time and if something happens, call me.” My uncle said.

“We will Y/U/N.” I said.

I hug my aunt and uncle including my cousins and Willard drives us to the warehouse.

When we got out of the car we see Chuck, Rich and this other guy approaching us.

“Look who it is, the school’s slut and the school’s cowboy.” Chuck says.

“Let’s not fight alright, Rich how’s your small dick.” Willard says.

“It’s fine. Listen, you need to pay my medical bill.” Rich says directly at me.

“Let’s go Will.” I whisper to Willard.

We try to walk away but Chuck and Rich grab me and the other guy grabs Willard and I try to fight back but they were too strong.

“Do something Willard!” I scream.

“I can’t fight Y/N!”

“Fight Will!”

Willard starts fighting the other guy and I start to fight back Chuck and Rich. Ariel, Rusty, and Ren comes out to us fighting.

“Get your damn hands off of her!” Ariel screams at Rich and Chuck.

I fight with Ariel and I notice that Willard, Ren and Rusty is fighting the other guy. When everything was over Willard approached me.

“Are you okay?” Willard says touching my cheek.

“I’m okay, are you?” I question.

“I am Y/N/N. Let’s get in that warehouse.” He says grabbing my hand and taking me to the door.

Ariel, Ren, and Rusty join us and told us if we’re okay. When we got in the warehouse, music began to play, we danced like it was the last day on earth dancing.

Bomont isn’t that bad, except me getting suspended. I made good friends with the best humans I’ve ever met and I have a boyfriend who’s the most sweetest boy I’ve ever met as well.

Ariel told me this quote one day, ‘Dance like no one’s watching.’ And that’s what I did, danced like no one’s watching.

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