and i'd give up forever to touch you || Wilbur x Reader

eyes on fire

pulling into the campus, he calls your number, not wanting to take any more time than he has to. not that his heart didn't give him any grief because what would be the purpose of having a heart if he didn't need a reminder that he could fuck up at a moment's notice?

your voice rang out, calling out directions before he settles in a guest parking spot as he waits for you to come out of the dorm building, and when he sees you, he's pleasantly surprised.

your sweater and sweatpants wasn't what he expected but hey, it was saturday and he wasn't going to tell you to change. in your own dorm? a dick move, even he had standards not to do such a thing.

but if you were dressed comfortably, then rosie surely would be.

you skipped to his car, looking far too comfortable in holding his car door open and holding a hand out. and he can't tell if he's supposed to put his hand or his backpack in there. (he really didn't want to hold hands with you.)

he ends up holding out his wrist hesitantly and you didn't waste time, fingers latching onto his thin wrist and dragging him up two flights of stairs.

breathing in on a pattern of four beats, he manages to hide his ragged breathing to a minimum and watches as you didn't even unlock the door, pushes it open with a nudge of your elbow, and finds himself in a sweet smelling dorm room. it wasn't huge, but it wasn't that closet-esque typical dorm he saw in movies.

"rosie isn't here at the moment but when she does get here, she's supposedly bringing dinner with her, so, be on the lookout for that." you ramble absentmindedly as you continue your way through the dorm, picking up idle items that didn't make it past your judgemental stare.

he's standing. in the middle of the living room before you're there to usher him to take a seat on one of the couches. "i've been listening to this song on a nonstop loop for days, weeks now! and I'm just starting to realize that maybe bigger isn't better?"

"w-what? what do you mean by that?" he stumbles over his words several times, hoping that you didn't bring him here just to tell him he's out. but that wouldn't make any sense, you practically begged him to do this for you, let him have first dibs!

"i was going to ask a whole string of orchestra students to do this but after talking with my friend who's in orchestra, he said that barely anybody has time to do anything extra, except for him. and you know, that sucks but hey! he's a literal prodigy when it comes to strings so he'll be a big help." he blinks. you did this a lot, rambling, words spilling out as if you just spoke your thoughts as they came.

he listens to you talk more about the strings in the song before your phone rings and you don't seem to notice until the third ring.

when you picked it up, your face went slack and nodded. "coming then." hanging up and sliding your phone into your pocket, you hum as you stand. he goes to move with you but you just explain that rosie needs help with the food and that he just stays there and makes himself at home.

he waits until you close the door behind you before launching himself out the seat. he wouldn't have much time.

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holding onto the brown bags of food, you glance around the dorm parking lot, as your roommate I digging through the back of her camry.

"so you invited your crush over?" she calls out from inside the car, and you're half tempted to kick her knees in from behind.

"he's not my crush."

"oh yeah? then why did you spend the past few days talking about him and your project, which to me, sounds like a way to baby trap him."