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[marinaas-world]

not gonna post any writing for a while. letting situation die down, then maybe i'll do something.

sending all my support to shubble !! love u girl <3

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[marinaas-world]

ITS 5 AM I CANT BE CRYING LIKE THIS /pos

speak now

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw!: alcohol, throwing up, angst? hurt/comfort. kinda makes no sense; not proofread.

word count: 1,336

a/n: i hate this but i rlly just wanted to post bc i miss it. more stuff coming! this is just to get me back into the groove of writing and sharing lol. clearlyyyy i write too much angst im sorry i just thrive in it. ill write more fluff! expect more!

wilbur is lying on the vinyl kitchen flooring when he calls.

he’s wine drunk and crying like an overtired toddler. wails of grief and laboured breaths, clutching his phone with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. the cold surface of the floor giving him some relief for his overheated body.

“hey, you’ve reached y/n! i must be super busy, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you when i can!” he’s heard that voicemail hundreds of times this week. he loves hearing your voice, even if only through a phone speaker.

“baby?” he sniffles, wiping his snot on his sleeve, “hey darling, hey y/n.”

a shaky breath, “listen i-“ he looks at at the ceiling, silently cursing himself, “i need you to tell me where you are, okay?” he catches a sob before it escapes, trying to display strength. “we’re all so worried about you. i-i’m so worried about you.” he’s dizzy, the room is spinning now. he reaches his hand out to lay flat against the floor in an attempt to steady himself.

“just call me. or text one of us. anyone. w-we just want to know you’re okay.” wilbur can no longer hide his misery. his voice is wobbly and it cracks at the beginning of each sentence.

“i love you, y/n. i-i love you so much it hurts.” he begins to feel the bile rise in his throat, “come home, okay?” he hangs up. he gets up from the floor on shaky legs, stumbling his way to the bathroom, and lets out of the contents of his stomach. he’s coughing and spitting, hugging the toilet and resting his head on the side of the seat.

he flushes the toilet and scoots back to lay his back against the opposite wall. he leans his head back, closing his eyes, before crumbling again. loud sobs, fat tears, hiccups and laboured breaths. the pain and grief hits him like a train.

there was an argument between you two the night you left. he hasn’t seen you since, and nobody has heard from you. your phone, however, has remained on - proven by the fact that wilbur has been able to leave you voicemails and each of his texts deliver. both, however, go unanswered and unread.

he is riddled with guilt - his brain playing every possible scenario. hurt, kidnapped, murdered, lost, alone. although, his hopeful side prays you’re at your parents house and you just don’t want to talk to anyone.

he picks up his phone and calls again. he leaves more voicemails. he does this for hours until he’s sober with a pounding headache and a broken heart.

until, finally, “wilbur, please stop calling.”

you answer. he’s frozen, sitting up from his leant over position quickly.

“y/n?” he’s convinced he’s hallucinating, that this isn’t real, that you didn’t actually pick up your phone.

“i’m fine, wil. i’m safe. please stop calling and go to sleep.” you seem annoyed, your voice is heavy with exhaustion; like he’s woken you up multiple times with his constant calls.

“w-where are you?” he’s frantic.

“i’m safe.” you respond, sternly.

“stop calling, wil.” it comes out like a warning.

“are you going to come back?” he asks, the emotions bubbling in his gut, “please, y/n. please come home.”

he hears you sigh. he holds his breath as he waits for your answer.

“i’m sorry i worried you” you began, “i just needed some space. i’m coming home in a couple days.”

wilbur falls apart with relief. he cries without the pain and grief present.

“we will talk more about it when i come back. just-“ you pause.

“just give me some space, okay? get some sleep.” you speak gently.

he nods, wiping the tears spilling down his cheeks.

“i love you” he sobs.

“i love you, too” you whisper. you hang up, and wilbur cries more.

two days later, wilbur hears keys jingling at his front door as he sits on the couch. he rises to his feet so quickly that he stumbles slightly, nearly tripping. he watches the lock switch, the door handle twist, and the door begin to slowly swing open. he’s frozen as he watches, wide-eyed.

you walk in, a small bag in hand. you haven’t yet noticed wilbur’s presence as you lock the door and remove your shoes, setting your bag down on the floor next to you.

finally, you look up. you freeze upon meeting wil’s eyes. you both stand there - staring in each others eyes, mouth slightly agape, feet planted in place.

wilbur’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but the words get caught in his throat. he gulps, feeling the emotions rise to his eyes.

“hi wil” you break the silence with a small whisper.

his lip quivers, a tear falls down his cheek.

“hi” his voice cracks as he whispers back.

there’s a beat of silence as you both remain solid in your places. wilbur is silently crying, staring at you. you can feel your eyes welling with tears as you speak again; “i’m sorry i left” you begin, “i just needed some space. i should’ve told you where i was going. that was incredibly selfish of me.” you look down, your fingers anxiously playing with the hem of your shirt. you swallow before beginning again, “it killed me to not talk to you, but we both needed time apart.” you look up to meet wilbur’s eyes again. he has tears steadily streaming down his cheeks, his mouth is slightly open. you are finally taking in just how broken he looks; his hair is a mess, he has dark eye bags as if he hasn’t slept since the night you left, his skin is pale and dry. you feel like the shittiest human being on earth for having caused him this pain. you quickly wipe the tear that falls from your eye.

wilbur gulps again before speaking in a hushed voice and broken tone; “i never want to go that long wondering if you’re okay again. w-wondering if i’ll ever see you again. i-“ a choked sob leaves his lips. he breathes deeply before continuing, “i was s-so scared that the only time i would ever hear your voice again was through your voicemail message.”

you can’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks as he speaks. you nod as you look down.

“i’m so sorry” you crumble, both of you letting out soft sobs and hitches of sharp breaths.

“let me hold you” wilbur speaks up, “please, l-let me hold you.”

all you can do is nod. the words won’t form. so you do; you nod as he quickly steps forward.

and as he reaches you, he pulls you into him. his hands wrap themselves around your middle as his head buries into your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull your face into his chest, breathing him in. you can feel his hot tears on your skin and his body jump as he lets out quiet sobs.

you stand there, in the living room of your shared apartment, holding each other and crying together for an unmeasurable amount of time. until eventually, the sobbing subsides and all that is heard is sniffles.

wilbur pulls away from the hug and instead, brings his hands to your face and rests his forehead against yours. you hold his forearms and close your eyes. you missed this - you missed being close to him, feeling him, smelling him. you missed him.

he missed you equally as much.

“never again” he whispers, as his thumbs begin moving against your cheeks.

“never again” you repeat in an equally quiet voice.

you both smile slightly. wilbur moves his head up to leave a long, lingering kiss on your forehead before returning his forehead to yours.

a silent vow of forgiveness, a silent vow of “i’m sorry.”

and yet, there is a quiet but heard vow of a promise to never let this happen again.

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[marinaas-world]

if i were to write something where wilbur was just so obsessed w reader he is like psycho abt them, would it be yandere!bur or what help me

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[marinaas-world]

what do i write now?

#makingitoutalive

[marinaas-world]

promise

in which; wilbur comes home late and exhausted and brushes past his daughter

about; dad!bur au, so many different perspectives, angst to fluff, i wrote this in two hours very late at night so it's not the best, kisses, fighting, crying, wilbur being bad bad, wilbur ignoring your daughter, swearing, happy ending yayay, gender neutral, i think y/n is used once, anything along these lines

word count; 1.7k

taglist; @phxntomsdusk, @pheliiaa (ask to be added)

you heard the front door creak open, and you sent your daughter down to greet him. you stayed in her room, however, overthinking.

he was home late again from the studio, writing and figuring out songs for the new album. he was working hard, but was starting to forget about who lay at home, waiting for him.

you and your daughter made good use of time during the day when he wasn’t there. making little animals out of playdoh, making dinner for wilbur when he got home, or making silly stories with each other. however, it didn’t feel right.

it didn’t feel like when wilbur had promised to spend every waking moment with you and your daughter. he had promised that if it came to it, he would give up lovejoy, give up streaming, give up everything, to spend all of eternity with you both. but now, he wasn’t keeping the promise fulfilled.

you were cut off by the urgent footsteps of your daughter, and a very teary-eyed girl standing in the doorway. scooping her up, you cradle her against your chest and swing her back and forth, trying to cheer her up.

eventually, you had to break her walls and ask what was wrong.

“what happened? why’re you upset?”

“daddy…”

she was cut off by a loud sob erupting from her throat. she was just so heartbroken

“what did daddy do, sweetheart? do i need to go talk to him?”

it was a great effort trying to get a reason out in between her sobs and shaky breaths, but eventually, she got something out.

“daddy- he- he walked past me. i said hello and tried to hug him, but- but he- he didn’t say hello back. i offered the cupcakes and his- his dinner to him, but he just walked into his room. he just ‘hmphed’ and… ignored me.”

you were heartbroken by this point. he had left his daughter in tears, and his lover heartbroken, but you couldn’t keep sulking with your daughter.

cut to now. you were standing in your shared room with wilbur, arguing back and forth. stupid arguments spewed from his mouth, and sounds of disbelief spewed from yours. you were frustrated from his pure ignorance and bullshit excuses.

“i’m tired! do you not see that! you have to realise i don’t have all the time in the world to be with the people i love most! for fucks sake, you give no one a break, do you!”

each word spilled from his mouth shattered your heart. he didn’t understand.

“all you are worried about is me! all you are worried about is our daughter! all you are worried about is the little stupid things that do not need to have your mind occupied!”

he shouted more and more silly things, clearly not realising what he was saying.

“but that’s what we’re meant to be worried abou-“

“i don’t care! you need to stop! you need to calm the fuck down, sit the fuck down, and stop worrying. i get it, our daughter is very much upset, but im here, and im tired!”

why was he worried about himself?

“you quite simply ignored our daughter as soon as you opened that door! she offered everything her little mind could think of! the cupcakes we made today, the dinner we made for you, she said hello and tried to hug you and you walked past her, groaned, and ignored her! you’ve left her in tears in her bedroom, absolutely heartbroken, because of you! are you fucking brain dead, wilbur!”

he wasn’t going to deny that your words hurt him more than his hurt you. he was only just realising how much he was away from you and his daughter. how much time was spent without the smiling faces of the little love bugs that he leaves at home each day. he didn’t know what had gotten into hi-

“what happened to ‘i’ll give up everything. i’ll give up lovejoy, streaming, ill give up everything, to spend all of eternity with you’! you aren’t here anymore! you’re either not at home or you’re off with the fairies! what happened to us! are we not important! what happened to your family, wilbur! you must be fucking stupid, you bastard!”

that was the last thing he needed before he fell onto the bed and let the floodgates open. he hadn’t realised how much time he had spent away from you both. he was always worried about the release date of the next ep, or always occupied by something else. it must have been months since he truly recognised the warm smile of his daughter or the honey-sweet laugh of you. he didn’t realise that he was slipping down the same rabbit hole every one he knew was falling down. he needed to be present.

you were both fuming. you were pissed and he was frustrated.

it took him a good five minutes to register that you were gone. that you hadn’t offered him a hug, or a kiss, or even something as simple as a head rub. you had just walked off…

he immediately stood up and almost ran to his daughters room. he looked everywhere. you weren’t in there. you weren’t in the guest room, or the lounge room, or the bathroom, or even the kitchen. you were literally gone.

he was about to break down again, lose himself to panic, until the soft, wet laughs from his daughter reached his ears.

he found you both outside, your daughter laying in the grass, you tickling her. she had dried tear tracks on her face and red puffy eyes, you with the same. god she looked like you-

until the day he dies, he will never believe that your daughter looks like him. she has your hair, your eyes, your nose, your mouth. she has your beauty.

he sat down next to you after your daughter saw him and her smile dropped. he’d done so wrong-

“can i apologi-“

“wilbur go inside.”

“darling, plea-“

“wilbur.”

he stood once again and stepped inside. he grabbed his dinner and sat at the kitchen island. he let his eyes roam over every photo of you, of your daughter, of you and your daughter, of him and your daughter, of all of you-

he ate his dinner before it went cold, the small bowl of mac n’ cheese and mashed potato swallowed down before he trudged back to your shared room. he laid down and fell asleep almost instantly. he didn’t want the guilt to set in and ruin anything else.

meanwhile, you and your daughter were still laughing and rolling around in the grass. just before wilbur came out wanting to apologise, you had just calmed her down from her sobs and cries. she had voiced so many small sentences that were so incomprehensible, the sentence that you did catch was so heart-wrenching, you started crying again.

“do you and daddy still love me?”

you sobbed and endured shaky breaths but you got through it just for her.

“yes, of course, pumpkin. please don’t ever think we don’t love you.”

a shower and fresh set of pyjamas later, your daughter was asleep in her room, and you were pacing the lounge room, figuring out what to do.

do you sleep on the couch? do you sleep with wilbur? do you sleep in your daughters room? you simply didn’t know.

settling for your shared bedroom, you make your way to where wilbur was fast asleep, small breaths moving the curls on his head and the slight twitch in his arm from where you were absent.

you crawl under the sheets behind him, ignoring the slight hiccup in his sleep, and falling asleep with your head buried in his sleep shirt. the faint scent of cologne and rain luring you into sleep.

you woke to wilbur’s calloused fingers running across your face and through your hair, and finding rest on your shoulders. his slight bed head and tired face making him even prettier than usual. he’ll always dent that he looks pretty in the mornings, claiming that he looks weird with his messy hair or that his breath stinks, but everything is always brushed off with a wide smile from you and a kiss placed under his eye.

but as soon as the warm feeling came, it was pulled away as soon as he realised you had woken up. he thought that you were still angry at him, that you would get angry at him for being so close to you after last night. but he was surprised when he felt you move and pull his hand back to you face.

he continued his small gestures across your face, staring at your sleepy face maybe just a little longer than he should be, considering how horrible of a person he was last night. how absolutely self-centred he was, how he ignored your daughte-

“stop worrying, wil. i’m not angry.”

“i’m so sorry, for last nigh-”

“sweet, don’t apologise right now.”

“just let me, please?”

when he was met with a small nod, he continued.

“i’m so so so sorry about last night. i don’t know what had gotten in to me that made me ignore the two most beautiful things i call mine, but i feel absolutely horrible. i should not have said anything that i said. i shouldn’t have been so self-centred, i shouldn’t have ignored our daughter, i shouldn’t have argued with you. i’m sorry. i really am. and im sorry for not sticking by that promise. i promise that you and our daughter are going to be my number one priority from here on out. i love you.”

he finished his apology with a kiss to your forehead, to your nose, and finally to your lips. he threaded his hands back into your hair, and pulled off his shirt and gave it to you to keep you warm.

soon, your little ball of happiness walked into the room, laughing at the sight of you in wilbur’s shirt and him tickling you. you all calmed down eventually, and let your daughter climb into bed with both of you.

wilbur immediately smothered her in tight hugs and ticklish kisses pressed against her face. he apologised to her for ignoring her and made sure that she believed him before he dropped the subject.

you all spent the entire day doing things together. making playdoh animals, with wilbur. making dinner, with wilbur. making up silly stories, with wilbur. he was included in everything you did.

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If you have anything bad to say about Wilbur, please unfollow me.

This shit that I’m seeing on Twitter is fucking insane. Screw everyone for doing that. Also just in general, if you have nothing nice to say about him… not appreciated here.

[marinaas-world]

simpbur brainrot is real.

[marinaas-world]

as long as you call me.

// simpbur x reader

cw // wilbur is lowk a perv, stalker wil, confident you

summary // everyday is the same. go to work, fantasize, go home, drink it all away, and wake up to do it all again. but, today was different.

pronouns // not mentions

!not proofread!

481 words

a/n // just wanted to get something out for christmas. happy holidays to everyone :) thank you for all the support on previous stories!

it's a routine at this point.

he goes to work, does what he needs to, then during his break, he watches you. he watches you as you sit and type on the computer, wishing your hands were on him instead of the keyboard. his fingers grasp his coffee mug harder as he thinks about your fingers in his. all he wants is to be noticed by you. all he wants is for you to love him like he loves you.

once he gets reprimanded for the 3rd time for not doing his work, he goes back to his desk on the other side of the room. he watches as you get up to go to the bathroom. he watches as you bring papers and files to your shared boss. he watches as you drop a pen and bend over to pick it up. he can feel the blood rushing up to his face. he looks down at his empty papers, trying to control his growing blush. he watches as your coworkers put a hand on your shoulder, taking all of your attention. he watches as you smile at said coworker, talking about something funny. he can feel his envy and anger growing, his face turning a hue of red. he turns away before someone can notice the flames behind his eyes.

before he goes home, he takes another pit stop in the break room, hoping to find you in there. usually, you don't stay in there, but sometimes he's lucky to catch you. today was a lucky day.

he never talked to you, but always gave you typical half smile the coworkers you know well do.

you always thought he was cute. you also always knew he watches you. all day, everyday. you always go home and wonder why he doesn't ever approach you. maybe he is just shy. luckily, you're not.

"hey! im y/n. you're wilbur, right?" you stick your hand out at him. his hands are huge. surely around double the size of yours.

"y-yeah. that's my name," he says, quite awkwardly. he mumbles his words about all the time. you wonder if he is always this quiet.

"you know, you're pretty cute," you say, standing next to him, looking up at him.

"really? you really think so?" he says, a smile forming across his mouth. you nod, smiling back at him.

"yeah, i do. can i get your number?" a sudden wave of confidence had hit you. everything was on autopilot, and frankly, it was going pretty damn well. he pulls out his phone, showing you his contact information. you successfully put it all in, pausing when you get to his contact name.

"what do you want me to call you?" you ask, peeling your eyes away from your phone to look up at him.

"i don't care. wilbur, will, william. as long as you call me."

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #makingitoutalive #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x you #simpbur #wilbur fluff #wilbur soot fluff

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Y/N: Do you want me to do your eyebrows?

Tommy: Fuck off!

Y/N: *😠*

Tommy: My hamster's dead and Wilbur said what a waste of good fur.

Y/N: *Breaks out in laughter*

[marinaas-world]

masterlist !!

cc!wilbur

series

part one ("and i can still smell her perfume.")

part two ("do i wanna know?")

simpbur

as long as you call me.

back to marina's map!

[more coming soon...]

#masterlist #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #makingitoutalive #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur x reader angst #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot

[marinaas-world]

marina's map :)

hiii !! i'm marina :) i'm veryy new to tumblr and im just looking to post things i write quickly here!

about me!

19 yrs old

female

trying to be dark and mysterious LMAOO

i write :

- whatever i'm feeling tbh.

- won't do full smut because i follow minors on here and i don't want them to be exposed to that if they aren't of age

- however, i WILL do suggestive or slight nsfw WITH TAGS !! if u read, thats ur fault

my fics might be female, but i am aiming to make them mostly gender neutral :)

my links !

masterlist !

[more to be added soon]

#welcome to my blog #navigation #makingitoutalive

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do i wanna know?

// wilbur x reader

part one (“and i can still smell her perfume.”)

cw // use of swear words, angst (i'm so angsty)

summary // wilbur wants you back after you caught him cheating on you.

// pronouns - not mentioned.

!not proofread!

576 words

a/n // i still don't know how to do this. i wrote this really fast because i was bored LMAOOO

it's been around 2 months since you kicked wilbur out. you threw his stuff on the ground outside your house, while he begged for you to stop. he even tried to bring his stuff back inside to put it back “where it belongs”. despite the fact that he cheated on you, he was the one crying. what an asshole, so selfish that he couldn’t even tell you he was sorry. just pitiful, how he sat crying at your feet as you gave him what he deserved. that night, he blew up your phone.

“i swear that’s not what it was!”

“i’m a good guy!”

“i would never cheat on you!” 

“you’re being over dramatic.”

“just let me back in!”

“answer me!”

you ignored the texts, but your heart wasn’t cruel enough to block his number. you were still in love with him anyway. eventually, they dialed down. the last text he sent you was “i guess i just need to move on.” as much as it hurt, you knew it was true. you both just need to move on from each other.

you decide to get out of the house when your guy friend invites you to a local café. you weren’t going to tell him it was wilbur and your favorite date spot, but the thought laid in the back of your mind as you sat down at the same table you and wilbur had your first date. as you begin to loosen up, of course, he had to walk in. his eyes immediately met yours, like that table was the first place he looked (it was). he gave you a little smile, like the one you do when you see someone you know, but not well enough to say hi. except this one had more of a sad look to it. like he was saying he was sorry. your friend notices and tells you that it wouldn’t be an issue if you want to leave. as you begin to leave, someone grabs your arm.

“i know you don’t want to talk to me right now, or probably ever, but i need to tell you that i am so sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you, my love. do you wanna know that i’ve dreamt of you every night since you kicked me out? and i know i kept so many secrets from you, but i’m ready to tell you the truth. like how i’ve played that song that reminds me of you over and over again until i fall asleep without you. and i know that i shouldn’t come back to you, but after a few drinks, all i can think about you and whether i should call you or not. and maybe i’m just too busy being in love with you to move on, but i can’t think about anything else. all i can think about are those beautiful lips of yours, and how i need them on mine again. have you ever thought of calling, darling? do you want me crawling back to you?”

you stare as he blabbers about everything. you even start to feel a little bad. it took every drop of resentment in your body for you to turn around and walk away. you just wish that he would have stayed that day. then maybe you wouldn’t have had to listen to him saying things he should’ve said earlier. but now you have to listen to them another day.

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #angst #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur x reader angst #will gold #lovejoy #lvjy #are these tags relevant? #makingitoutalive

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i lied, just got an idea

motivation is so low guys

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motivation is so low guys

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur mcyt #sobbing

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and i can still smell her perfume.

this is my first thing i've ever posted here im so scared

// wilbur x reader, angst, cheating, no comfort.

summary. - wilbur comes home to you, smelling differently.

pronouns. - not mentioned

|| 431 words.

part two ("do i wanna know?")

!not proofread!

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its 3:45 am, her lips on his. he told you he was way for a band rehearsal and wouldn't be coming back until tomorrow afternoon. you stay in your shared, currently empty bed, watching the window across from your bed, as cars zoom by. it's always impossible for you to sleep without him. it all just feels so bare and dull.

getting out of bed, you grab your phone, walking down into your living room. when you can't sleep because wilbur isn't there, you always go down to to your tv and watch his vods. his voice is just so comforting. you miss him.

his lips are on her neck, exploring very part he can reach. her hands run up his chest, reaching the places you would kiss when he would come to you for comforting. he says all the same things he would say to you.

"you're so beautiful."

"i'm so lucky to have you."

"don't ever leave me."

he was all over her, like he was dying to thirst, and she was water. all while you were at home, crying in the everlasting state of loneliness.

[...]

when he comes home that next evening. the first thing you notice is how he is happier than usual. he takes off his jacket and shoes, placing his bag on the floor.

"hi, darling. how were you while i was away?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you sweetly. you bury your face in his neck, noticing a different scent to him, but not saying anything. maybe it was one of the guys'.

"i missed you," you mumble into his neck. you pull away, looking at his eyes. they have a different look to them. usually, they are full of love and innocence. but now, they are more nervous. he can't hold eye contact with you.

"you smell different."

he begins to panic a little, but covers it. quite terribly, one could say. you could see every thought he had running through his mind.

"o-oh. it's uhh... it's nothing." he stumbles out, letting go of you and walking away.

"it doesn't sound like nothing." you say, watching as he walks away.

"can we not? i just got home and i'm tired." he replies. you've noticed hints of that same scent for a while, but never this strong.

"y'know, wilbur. i can still smell her perfume. i've always been able to. did it rub off on you?"

his silence speaks volumes. everything comes to you then, crashing everything down like a wrecking ball just hit you. your world is shattered. everything is over.

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #angst #first story #how do i do this #how do i tag lmao #am i doing this right? #please help #how many tags do i need #makingitoutalive

[marinaas-world]

when will my wife (wilbur) return from the war (he is touring with lovejoy)