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

ah yes, what could go wrong?

you and quackity made your way back to the dorm, not before you made will promise to head over for some good takeout and movie marathon. his awkward smile and gesture to the gremlin child he called his brother, but you assured him, he could come over whenever, you knew he had family over. whenever he could make it, you told him, smiling at him as you hugged him goodbye.

quackity called you a simp in the car, "who invites someone over when they have family?" he questioned you. you shook your head as you buckled yourself into the car.

"it's not like that-"

"then what is it like? i've only been around you and him for a day or two but you gotta admit, you two have chemistry, he really doesn't like being close to me unless you're close too, not to mention, the way he looks at you-"

"be realistic," you interrupt him, your face dropping, a frown shoving itself onto your face, "i'm pretty sure i'm his first friend in a while, besides," you remember the morning he'd stayed over, the way he couldn't stop glancing at rosie. even though he told you, a mere shock he'd get over, his favorite streamer being just less than an inch away of course he'd make sure she was real.

but still, it didn't sit right.

"it's complicated."

preparations for a dinner wasn't completed until rosie and jared showed with grey goose and tito's, talking of what they're gonna do for hangouts in the future and when they saw only you and quackity, they shared a look. "wasn't wilbur going to come?" rosie asks, eyes on the bottles of vodka as she places them on the counter, making sure she acted normal.

"his family's in town, wanted to spend time with them," you hum, stirring the pot with one arm wrapped around your middle, you were mildly disappointed but it was towards yourself more so than him. like quackity said, who in their right mind would invite someone who's got family visiting?

"well, at least he knows he's welcome," rosie gave jared a look, who upon seeing it, was still confused. rosie rolls her eyes, before moving to give you a side hug.

"don't know how we'll be able to hang out without our favorite greasy-haired friend," and you just smile into the hug, "but we'll just save the alcohol for when he gets here, though, i am kinda hungry, what are you making?" rosie peers over your shoulder, and the night continues in a light fashion.

you offer a sleepover in your room but quackity says he's okay with the couch, too full and too tired to move from it. the reasons for not accepting are valid, you accept them as such, but you couldn't help... thinking about that night again.

sleeping in the same bed as will. twice. you don't know how to justify that.

as long as you don't tell quackity, you decide, you don't have to.

~~~

will comes over the next night, holding in his hands a bag, he tells you, "just in case," with a small smile, and you accept it, throwing his bag onto the couch while dragging him to the stove.

"i have to take a shower real quick, just make sure it doesn't boil," and when he's about to ask you what to do after that, you race off to the bathroom, the shower already running water, and from the steam that had floated out of the doorway- it was boiling temperatures.

he stares into the pot of sauce, watching it as it slowly heats up, forcing himself to stick to the hot steam steadily coming out of the pot, he hesitates before taking the pot off the stove, turning it off and hoping maybe if he waits a few minutes then puts it back on- then it's the right thing to do.

until the bathroom door opens and you call out, "can you pass me the towel will! i left mine on my bed."

bells ring his head like a christmas carol, this could be his chance to make it right, just grab the cameras and be done with it, die with a somewhat muggy conscience.