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

a little self-indulgence

"rosie, i think i made a mistake," you confess, peering out the window of your shared dorm. "a critical, a huge mistake."

she sighs, shuffling the papers on the bar before looking up at you, all frazzled and yet to be dressed, "is wilbur coming over? cause i distinctly remember telling you, that, hey! inviting somebody you have personal stuff going on with over to your not that big dorm- not a great idea, babe."

"i know- i know!" you wave her off but then you're back to pacing. "we really haven't been talking, you know, since i've asked him back, not really talking but because he's just- he's so far behind with the band that i need to have one-on-one time. no one else knows his part like i do and we can't waste any time during rehearsal to just- y'know what i mean, right?"

rosie only stares you down, blinking one eye at a time.

"you don't but like, you see what i mean, there's no time to waste, the show is literally in two weeks, two weeks! i'm already swamped with homework and everything but this- this has to- the show needs to be amazing and if the most important person starts us off wrong -" you're so close to pulling your hair that rosie has to pull you over to the bar and sit you down in her seat.

"listen, love of my life, you have to understand that if wilbur is as amazing as you had always gushed to me, you have no reason to worry." but the way you bite your lip, biting and biting till it bled, you had something to say but still, you had to calm down first. "and with a couple of hours with you, he'll have it down in no time, okay?" you nod along with her, "and as long as you keep some space between you and him, what's there to worry about?"

a resounding knock on the door got you running to your room, saying along the lines about letting him in and getting dressed.

she rolls her eyes, with a smile close to turning to a frown, and strides over to the door, opening it and finding a certain tall fellow.

"here for music and music only," he swears to her, looking her dead in the eye.

she nods, looking him up and down as she lets him in, stepping to the side as she closes the door. "they're getting dressed, you can sit while you wait." she gestures to the couch as she takes her seat back at the bar, looking the papers over and trying to be sneaky with her glances at him.

"you look different, you know." his head turns to her, to the streamer with the homework.

"different, how?" he doesn't really want to know, but these past few months have been nothing but change for him.

"you know," her head bobs as she looks for the right words, "you're not slouching as much, you're not looking like you're here to rob us, you know, different things."

he nods, hand reaching up to tug on his earlobe, pulling it down again and again helps with the waiting. he didn't want to be caught looking on his phone, he needs to show he's serious about this.

"and you don't stare like you did at first."

his blood runs cold but then you're out of your room, gesturing for him to follow you and he tries to not think about rosie's statement.

but it's true isn't it? he doesn't stare at her because he has nothing to stare at. she's just rosie.

rosie, who'd rather take a shot of whiskey than do her homework. rosie, whose bed-head could be put in an art gallery for the... interesting ways it stood up on its own. rosie, who didn't like it when her baking didn't come out perfectly but would still force herself to eat it anyways, even with her horrible gag reflex. rosie, who as a kid, was obsessed with power rangers and the teenage mutant ninja turtles.