The two talked for hours upon hours discussing their details, Jack becoming more and more enamoured in the other's charming way of text, completely drawn in by the idea of working together again without the stress of a mystery. The conversation concluded that, over the weekend the two would meet face to face once more, this time in Jack's office to work through the editing process more...closely. Really Jack just wanted an excuse to put his hand on the other's as he guided his hand on the mouse in the early noon sun.
Wilbur's hand under his was hot and sweaty, and Jack caught himself.
"Hey uh, let me know if this gets uncomfortable yeah? This is strictly professional and all."
"Oh," Wilbur fixed his posture, slumped on the bean bag next to Jack's swivel chair and sitting up straight to turn to him. "I don't get uncomfortable dear. I don't really believe in all that comfort and safety malarky."
"Ah, okay." Jack paused, took his hand off of Wil's, and stood up in the centre of his office. He then, proceeded to pick up his desk chair, and fucking beat Wilbur to death with it.
The end. I'm not writing a romance about an abuser.
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editor || argbur x jacksucksatlife
FanfictionWilbur wants to replace Becky as Jack's editor. Jack wants Wilbur to replace Becky as his lover. [ a continuation of the editor ARG from JackSucksAtLife's channel ]
