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

from stage left, enters rosie

rosie doesn't wait for an invitation, pushes past him before taking a glance at the apartment. she finds an empty bed and when she turns she finds a half-naked man at the kitchen table, the only things covering his body are sweatpants and bunny slippers. "you're the girl from the pub." techno stands from the table, sipping from his cup as will processed rosie barging into his place, closing the door and finding the scene before him.

"you're the guy from the pub, didn't know he had friends other than, well, you know." rosie has a bite with her words, like she intended to see blood with each syllable that flowed off of her tongue.

techno stood in front of her, sipping before moving away, shoulder checking her as he went to the dresser in the corner, a recent addition that he admits he's only known about since this moment. "i'm his brother, and you? you're friends with him?" and the way rosie protested, curses and strong insults fell from her mouth, it told the room her stance, her opinion on the man in question.

"okay so why are you here? if you can hardly be somewhat nice to any given person, why are you standing in our apartment?"

rosie straightened her back, turning to will and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pointing to the hickeys that laid on his neck, "because my roommate, my best friend, has matching hickeys and smells like him. and this asshole said he was going to avoid them, that's what." turning to him, she holds his shirt with both hands, "why the fuck were you near them? what's your fucking problem with giving people some space?"

"maybe you should listen to yourself a little bit," techno's presence behind her wasn't harsh, just unbearably intimidating, even to will, as he grips her shoulder and they look rather unwarrantedly huge compared to her thin frame.

she lets go, glaring at the two as she steps out from between the two. "all i'm saying is that they don't deserve this kind of bullshit."

will is almost shaking with how angry he is, the blame she's putting on him, well-deserved but all ill-timed. he's done nothing but avoid you, done nothing but push you away from his mind, even when you're all he can think about. push you away even when you were begging him to pull you closer, he'd done it all for you and he knows, he knows you have to be hurting but it was always done for you.

"i've apologized to them, stayed away from them, like you said, in case you've forgotten. you forget that i hurt them, of course they're going to hurt, there's nothing i can do in this world to minimize that." rosie turns away from them, hand pressed to her own neck, in thought maybe, but will could hardly care. in the beginning he'd only wanted a relationship with her, any kind would've been welcome. now he just wants her to leave his apartment.

wants her to leave and let him finish his last year at this college, let him leave with the bare minimal memories of you. let him leave without fanfare.

"so... get back in their life."

what?

what the hell is she talking about?

techno, who is only a little bit confused, is now largely confused as he. they're both rightly dumbfounded as everything this woman has been fighting him on, has been hounding him about, has come undone. flipped upside down. did one-eighty.

just-

get back into your life? just like that? after everything he did to make sure you wouldn't see him, after he was harassed by rosie to stay away, after he bedeviled himself for moments of weakness, for the moments he wished he was back in your arms.

could he, after everything, insert himself back into your life?

could he?

after the cameras? after rejecting you at the party, could he do that?