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

normalcy

unlocking the door to his office, he kicks it closed behind him and presses the power button on his computer.

despite it being almost an hour since he saw the three of you, he can't help but miss the way you all filled the space, rosie being a little bit entitled but oh so confident in every move she makes, jared, though hardly knowing him, acted as though he had golden retriever genes in his blood, and you. you made the space comfortable, warm, and accommodating. not to mention the way you almost never hesitated to call out rosie for being less than nice towards him.

she could have a bit of a bite, he knows this, and he never really expected rosie to just accept him in their hangouts even though you did so easily.

moving on from his thoughts about earlier today, he logs in and loses himself in the meaningless tasks he had.

from data sheets to writing up emails to drafting papers, and then when his workload was finished a few hours in, he begrudgingly started on his homework. the amount of essays he had was uncalled for, the worksheets assigned were as if they were scanned from a copy of a copy of a copy.

bullshit as it was, he still had to turn them in.

his phone turns on, startling him as it starts ringing out one of his dad's favorite shows' theme song. he groans, leaning back in his stiff chair, he reaches over without much aim and picks the phone up. debating whether or not he should just throw his phone out of the window, he answers, turning it on speaker and putting it back on the table, he mumbles out a half-assed greeting.

"well hello there to you too, son," his father is too cheerful in his opinion, it being seven in the evening and he still has a mountain of work to do. "are you still at the office? thought they close the building after six."

"it's a different office job." he explains, rather dulled, and reads over the same line for the fifth time since they started this phone call, and immediately decides he can not handle talking to phil and reading through the painful amount of philosophy at the same time.

"oh! well good for you, you always said you hated the place," except for the money, he thinks as he twirls a pencil between his fingers. "hey, quick question," and here it comes, he rolls his eyes.

"when are you available?" rubbing his eyes enough to see stars, he has to ask why he would need to know such a thing. "i'll be honest with you, mate, it's tommy. he misses you and wants to spend some time with you, but is doing that thing where he won't admit it." okay, that's reasonable. it's been almost eight months since he's seen them, after staying in town during the summer because of his lease.

"as much as i miss him too, it's not that easy." he bites on his lip, chewing on it as he thinks about his little brother and their old antics he'd followed him blindly. it's not that he didn't want to, there's so much to do.

"sure it is, you're either free soon or free later, just tell me a date and i'll even drive him up there myself."

a very tempting deal. where he doesn't have to drive the three hours to his hometown to visit and appease his baby brother, but then he has college, work, not to mention his new friends-

and your project.

"listen, i'm- i'm going to be busy, i'm working with a friend on some music, a small gig-"

he hears a gasp and immediately regrets everything, including answering this call and being born.

"you didn't tell me you have friends now! and music? start from the beginning."

"phil- please, i've got work-"

"and you've refused to answer my texts and phone calls for the past two weeks, so start talking."